I started out in February running down in the south where it's so humid that you can cut the air with a knife, but slowly I got use to it.
While in Arizona I ran in 112 degree weather, but that's a dry heat, whatever that means.
Then when I went home I have been running in San Diego and Portland weather. You know, 75 and no humidity...The weather God likes to run in.
Today I ran here in Atlanta with my friend Paul and almost died!
Sure the dizziness and feeling like I was going to drop dead at any minute was exhilarating but it made me feel like I had reverted back to February again.
Maybe it has nothing to do with the weather...Maybe it's just that running is stupid.
