It's not the heat
It's not the heat, it's the humidity.
It's the humidity. Boy, is it the humidity.
I rolled out of bed around 5 this morning. I ran six miles before the temperature got too far above 80. I can't help but wonder, how much is the humidity slowing me down? Is the humidity slowing me down at all? Is it all in my head?
Still, the line from Kipling comes back to me, the one about filling the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds worth of distance run. That doesn't talk so much about speed as it does about getting out there and putting in the time.
It's the humidity. Boy, is it the humidity.
I rolled out of bed around 5 this morning. I ran six miles before the temperature got too far above 80. I can't help but wonder, how much is the humidity slowing me down? Is the humidity slowing me down at all? Is it all in my head?
Still, the line from Kipling comes back to me, the one about filling the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds worth of distance run. That doesn't talk so much about speed as it does about getting out there and putting in the time.
posted by bl at 10:43 am
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