“It is so nice outside. I have to run. I must run. It is too nice to not run outside today.”
“Don’t run outside.”
“But it’s cloudy, it’s cool, it’s breezy. It’s perfect!”
“It’s drizzling.”
“So?”
“It’s a tropical storm.”
“Oh, it won’t get bad until later tonight. Come on, I wanna run outside.”
“If you must. But I wish you’d run inside.”
“But the weather is so NICE…”
Ten minutes later, as I climbed onto the treadmill for a solid tempo run, it occurred to me that our conversation is perhaps the best indicator of what the weather is like in Houston during the summer — so hot and humid that a tropical storm seems like perfect weather.
Funky at Memorial Park last night. Best weather of the summer for running and not a hint of rain, but the park was maybe 1/3 full.
Missed a perfect running opportunity…
Funny, I was praying we’d get some of that storm in time for this morning’s run! We MUST be in Houston!