Yesterday was supposed to be the end of the miserable heatwave we’ve been enduring here in Da Lou. It was “only” supposed to be 105°F, but officially it was above that. Unofficially… Well, you see the picture. That’s what the thermometer on the deck said. Yeah… 122°.
After big storms last night, the evening was comfy, but today — which was NOT supposed to be part of the heatwave — is hot again, with temps real, real close to 100°, and maybe above. If so, then today is the 11th day in a row of 100+. I can safely say that I’ve never experienced a heatwave like this, even when I lived in Omaha.
Again, it looks like storms are brewing to the south this afternoon, and the promise of relief is within reach. I hope so. My gentle body chemistry ain’t exactly built to these kinds of specs!
Today was our 8th day in a row of 100°+ highs, and our sixth record temp in this spell. There hasn’t been a run like this in 75 years. And, if the forecasters are right, there’ll be at least two more of these really hot days before we get a break.
I drove home tonight with the windows down in the Big Green Box, trying to make the best of the air flow, along with increasing my gas mileage ever so slightly. By the time I got home — about 25 minutes — the 105° temperature nuked me. I was wobbly, and just didn’t feel well. And I’d been drinking water all day.
Needless to say, I haven’t run in about two weeks. I badly, badly wanna get out there and continue my journey-on-foot, and the weather simply hasn’t been cooperating. I’ve discovered that my prime running temperatures lie between 45 and 65. I’m no math major, but I’m pretty sure 105 doesn’t sit in that range.