bohemian flats and back
70 degrees/90% humidity/dew point: 67
Was planning to run 9 miles this morning but I started too late and it was too hot. Why is it so hard for me to run in the summer heat? The first 3 miles were fine: I saw the Daily Walker, glanced down at the gorge, settled into a dream-like state of moving without effort. But then something happened. I got hot. It got hard. I started thinking about how far I was planning to run and the 2 big hills I had to climb and doubt creeped in. Was it all psychological, this inability to keep going? I’m not sure but I’m not disappointed that I stopped.
addendumI almost forgot. I saw a bright pink yarn bomb in the shape of a heart on the railing just past the lake street bridge! It made me smile. I like the random whimsy of yarn bombs.
Here’s an excerpt from a poem about heat that seems effective:
The heat pours into their throats and ears.
It fills their lungs with a smothering staleness.
The heat blots out the conscientiousness
That made billy pick up the litter
That kept tracy from slamming the door.
Under heat, the lightness is lethargy
The buckled-up discontent bursts
And the delicate brain-curves unravel.