...Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty. Yes, this was the scene today as the heat wave from the west finally descended on the coast. And I was just getting used to the comfortable 20-degree weather and having to take a cardigan in the evenings to stave of the wind chill. But not anymore. Today opened with a blaze and has stayed on broil all day.
Unfortunately, today was also the day I started my actual outdoor "exercise" regimen. Now, I admit to liking a good sweat (and I'm a good sweat-er!) but sometimes it sucks. And thinking about things like ass-sweat is not a motivating thing (in fact, not pleasant at all and I'm kind of horrified that I mentioned it, but it was in my thoughts as I sped-walked the giant block around the school). I was also a little disappointed in my comfy shorts that decided they would rather exist as hotpants today and spent most of their time creeping up the inside of my thigh = not attractive. What is with that? Are those of us with less-than-perfect thighs denied hassle-free shorts? Usually yes, but on sticky hot August afternoons, not so much.
I know, it is silly to complain because if it was colder I might be griping about that instead. I think its a real Canadianism to be obsessed with the state of the weather, the impending weather and the effects of the weather. In the end, I retreated to my apartment that was only mildly oven-esque and wandered around half-dressed. THAT is the best part about living alone. So the day wasn't a total loss, but I am going to wait till the sun dips a bit lower before making myself presentable and going outside again.
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