I forgot how hot southern summers could be here. I have been hearing peoples’ complaints and thinking to myself, “It can’t be worse than the Honduran North Coast.” It can’t be worse than a sunny, hot, humid, breeze-less day with no electrical power to allow your ceiling and floor fans to cool you off for a few seconds. It can’t get any worse than that. But, once upon a time, it actually felt worse… at lest to me.
A few Saturdays ago while husband took the kids on an outdoor adventure, I stayed home to enjoy a quiet morning. Then I decided to drive to a trail along our city’s river for a 45 minute jog. It was around 10:30 a.m. when I began; but twenty minutes later, I was exhausted! I arrived to one of the bridges, slowly picked up my legs to cross it, walked halfway across the bridge when I realized I was too tired to keep on going. That is when I decided to turn around. I did never made it to the other side of bridge or jog the 45 minutes I had set my mind to jog.