Unlike Keith, I do complain

Unlike Keith, I do complain about the heat. A lot. And it was FREAKING HOT this weekend. So hot, in fact, that simply saying it was hot doesn’t really do it justice. It’s too short a word. What I really want to see is something like: it was FREAKING HHHHHHHOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTT yesterday. Really draw it out. It’s got to be a big, long word to fully describe how I felt after doing a 30-mile bike ride in the morning, running errands all afternoon, and playing a soccer game at 5:00. We had only 9 players. The other team had a full team of 11, plus 2 subs. By the end of the game, which was called ~10 minutes early since my team had basically been reduced to walking by the heat and being down two players, my legs were shaking.
Other than that, it was a good, if busy, weekend. I was very happy to get to see Katie on Saturday night. She was tired from her week in Mexico, and looking forward to getting home and seeing Joel, but it was nice to have her in Houston for a few hours.