I don't give a Witch's pierced left teet!
I am NEVER, NEVER running in 108 degree weather with the added bonus of bursts of 40 mph fiery air (aka wind) EVER again.
Does anyone know what it's like to run behind the burning engines of a fighter jet?
Well, just come to southern Kansas and run outside. Feels just about the same.
And to the re-incarnated Einstein that yelled out his spray painted Chevy S10 pickup window at me, "Don'tcha know iss too hot to run?!": Ummm, thank you Mr. Brain, I had NO idea it was hotter than dollar night at a whore house the minute I stepped out of my front door, but thanks for the heads up, as I'm trudging along next to the liquor store, a freaking mile from my home. Trailer trash jackass.
Note to self: When your ass and thigh muscles are more stiff than a reformed nun on her wedding night....don't push it by pounding them up and down on blacktop! It will NOT loosen them up!
I made it about .5 miles before my lungs felt like they were going to explode into a million tiny shriveled-up pieces and had to slow it down to a semi-fast walk. Then, I only made it about 2 miles total before I almost called the neighbor to bring his wheel barrow and snow shovel to scrap me off the pavement and haul me home.
And I'll just save you all the anguish of looking at a ridiculously grotesque workout photo because it looked like I just got done swimming in hot tub filled with hair gel.
But I did do my 3rd Bodyrock.tv workout.
Pretty sure I won't be able to walk tomorrow, let alone squat WAAAAYYYY down to the toilet to pee. Yep, just going to have to hold it all day.
Or try peeing standing up near the tree line behind work.