I opted for the 6 o’clock wake-up time. Okay, it was 6:15. (Whatever. It’s within the 6 a.m. hour.)
Actually, it wasn’t as hard to get up as I thought it would be. I think sunlight had something to do with that. I doubt I’ll be up that early in the winter, but I won’t have to worry about heat then, will I? Just near-freezing temperatures, misty cold rain and probably snow.
That’s why it’s so annoying that it’s so hot right now because this is supposed to be the best time of year to be outdoors around here. The sun is totally ruining it. I was tricked this morning, too, because when I looked out the window, I saw the trees were getting blown around.
Oooo, wind. I bet it cooled off.
So, I slid on my capris and a thinning gray Washington State University t-shirt that’s dotted with holes. (I refuse to get rid of it.) But when I stepped out of the house, that breeze that appeared refreshing actually felt like the hot woosh that blasts you in the face when you open the oven door. Yuck. I considered turning around and changing into the dreaded shorts, but I was already outside and had on my sunglasses and my Zune.
I did the neighborhood again, and even though it didn’t feel like it, it sort of looked like fall with lots of crunchy maple leaves scratching up the sidewalks with each gust. Even the trees can’t handle this weather. They are stressed out.
I looped through each court, jogging in place occasionally so people who needed to get to work could back out of their driveways (and not run me over). The workout was about 35 minutes, with the first 5-10 being walking and stretching. Again, I felt like I could’ve kept going, but I knew T Junior would be up around 7, so I turned toward home at 6:51.
I stepped into the house and was immediately chilled by a not-so-glamorous air conditioning and sweat combination. Since the monitor was still quiet, I decided to squeeze in a shower before T Junior could rearrange my schedule. But when I peeled off my mismatched ankle socks, I had a little surprise.
Blisters.
Sweet.
Somehow, I didn’t feel them till I saw them, and then they started hurting. Maybe it’s time to stock up on cotton balls and fabric Band-Aids.