the more things change...um, the more things change.

A few months ago (I'd link, but I'm lazy), I made a proclamation that I would not run outside in temperatures over 80 degrees. At the time, I was used to running in 60s, and running in 80-degree weather seemed downright masochistic. Then May rolled around, and I begrudgingly started running in the 80s. One time, I even ran in the high 80s, but freaked out a little when my hands swelled enough to stretch the skin.

This week, it's been high 90s every day. I think this is a large part of the reason my exercise was so sporadic--I couldn't handle the heat, and indoor exercise can only go so far before I want to weep big fat tears of boredom. Mostly, I just sat around in the A/C and prayed for rain.

Last night, we got it! Great, pounding torrents of rain, for a couple hours. The temperature dropped into the 70s before sunset, and it was heavenly. This morning when I left for work, it was 74. According to my weather gopher, it is now 79.

Of course, now all I can think is, "man, I wish I could run." Because, you know, it's only 79 degrees!