I looked out my front door this morning and saw clouds.
"Oh, this us going to be a great day for a run! The weather gods heard my prayers!" I thought foolishly.
I quickly dressed in my running gear and headed out the door. The first quarter mile or so was great, and then it hit me how insanely humid it was. Don't get me wrong: I kept running, but it really was unbearably humid.
I ran a few miles before I hurriedly rushed through a shower to get ready to meet friends for movie and an early dinner.
True to form, I was boiling hot before the movie started, frozen throughout and when we walked downtown, and fine at dinner.
Maybe, just maybe, the weather gods won't tease me tomorrow during my long (to me) run. Fingers crossed, anyway...