Don't get me wrong.
I love living in an area which is usually warmer than most.
But this has been one long, long, long summer.
With no rain. And lots of 100 degree days.
But this morning, when JT and I hit the road for a training run, it was 53 degrees. Granted, it was pitch black. 'Cuz it was early, early. But it was nice and cool. And we experienced that odd sensation of being slightly chilled as we hit mile 8 and the wind picked up a bit.
We were actually chilled.
Why is it that energy levels come up when temps go down? Something about keeping balance in the universe, I suppose.
So to compensate for the temperature drop, we're heading down to JT's here in a bit for a dip in the hot tub. Because we loved being a little chilled this morning on our run. But we don't want to forget what 102 degrees feels like either....