Lately it’s been so hot here I wouldn’t be surprised to see chefs cooking outside. Eggs on a hood of a car, or something like that. With a heat index of over 100, what did I decide to do? Go running. Of course I did. Maybe I actually do pride myself on depriving myself. Today it was about depriving myself of the comfort of running in the cooler part of the day. I do think I’m slightly off my rocker, a french fry short of a happy meal, a lincoln log short of a mountain cabin, a tenor short of a barber shop quartet, but that can be our little secret…mmmmmk?
Out of the Wilderness