I’m caught in another time zone. I was awake past 3 am on my first night back in my own bed. I stared at the light from the streetlight coming through the window. By morning I wasn’t too keen on getting up.
I was in my PJs until well into the morning, and finally eating breakfast at near the lunch hour. So it is no surprise that I wasn’t able to get out for my long run until around 2 pm. It was hot out – miserably HOT. I was already wishing that I was back in Hawaii.
YaYa was on his bike with a camelbak full of water and Cindy joined us too. We went mile by mile, stopping to get some shade and keep in close contact with YaYa. All I can say is that I did the deed; my miles have been run.
Did I say it was HOT out? It was too hot to run, let alone trot.
I just caught up on your vacation posts – next time you go, can I go too? I’ve never been to Hawaii and I have to say that your visit makes it much more appealing than the tourist-y visits I usually hear about.
I hear ya, it is hot out!!
I ran yesterday too. I headed out around 3:00 and yes it was HOT! After about a half an hour I was telling myself this wasn’t such a great idea. Oh well, I exercised and that was the point.