I’m late. Again.
I run into the coffee shop all sweaty from working out in the heat for the second weekend in a row. This weekend was more intense since I worked all three days rather than just one, and my body feels it. Some things even a writer cannot attempt to describe and my exhaustion is one of those things right now.
As a follow up to my post, “By the Seat of My Pants,” I wore shorts all weekend. It didn’t take much to convince me it was necessary. The over 100 degree heat made it almost impossible to think about wearing anything other than loose, comfortable clothing.
Even with my shorts, working in the heat is exhausting. I cannot imagine what it must be like for people who work outside daily. I’m sure they have developed ways to deal with the heat, but they are still in the heat.
Don’t get me wrong. I love hot days. I don’t mind the humidity and am perfectly happy spending time outside regardless of how high the mercury rises on the thermometer. I am lucky to have a high heat tolerance, unlike some of my friends. Some people just cannot stand to be outside in the heat for very long periods. If they have previously suffered from heat exhaustion, they are even more susceptible to suffer again.
So, back to the shorts. I said in the previous post that I would not allow my cellulite to hold me hostage any longer. I think I smacked that problem down this weekend. It is much easier to wear shorts without feeling awkward after wearing them several times. At least for me. I may still have cellulite, but I don’t care.
So thank you for sitting inside in the nice, cool air conditioning with me while we sip coffee. It is nice to just relax for a few minutes.
Until next time…