The weather was hot and steamy today. I'm not made for this kind of thing. I'm a North Dakota girl living in Minnesota. If I wanted hot, sticky weather I would like in the south. At any rate, I've been trying to be more disciplined with my exercise so I took Benjamin out for a morning walk in order to try to beat the heat, something that's a little hard to do when the temperature is 80 degrees upon waking. The first part of our walk wasn't too terrible, but Osa lasted all of 1/2 mile before she threw in the towel. We dropped her off at home and continued on our way. We got about 3 1/2 miles into our walk and had a mile to go. By this time, it was steaming outside. I was completely drenched. I pushed Benjamin up a steep hill while he napped comfortably in his stroller underneath his sunshade. It was hard work. Really hard. But I've gotten through tough exercise in high heat and high humidity. The real problem was the garbage. It was garbage day in the neighborhood we were plowing through. House after house there were large stinking garbage bins filled with garbage. You know how pleasant it is to walk into a house with freshly baked goodies, their sweet aroma filling the air? Well this was completely the opposite of that. It was almost as if the garbage bins had become trash ovens and the fumes were pungeant and permeating the entire neighborhood. All the while I was breathing heavy through my mouth as I lumbered up the hill and thus endured one of the most disgusting miles of my exercise life (yes, there are others * ). Why am I sharing this garbage walk experience with you? I want you to know that if the weather is hot and humid and it's garbage day, you should think twice about going outdoors for exercise.
*Other gross workouts involve a farting cyclist and a runner with such a high blood alcohol level she was sweating beer.
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