It had been a couple of days since I got any exercise, so earlier today I decided to go out for a walk in the neighborhood. At noon, I set out with my trusty bottle of flavored water and just enough determination to make it out the door (49% of me wanted to stay on the La-Z-Boy, 51% knew I'd feel like crap by the end of the day if I didn't go).
Although I live in sort of a dicey neighborhood, at a five minute walk from my doorstep the real estate values go up exponentially. Five minutes' walk away is literally the best part of town. There's a huge boulevard lined with historic homes, many Victorian era, set down in perfectly manicured yards.
It was the first time since I've been in this apartment (eight-plus months) that I've actually fulfilled the vision I had of walking that street. Score one for me!
In this state of (relative) excitement, I walked and walked and walked ... 'til I got sick. I'd been fooled by the cloudy skies and slight breeze into thinking that the heat wasn't going to be an issue. At a high seventy-something, the temperature was very different from what we've seen a lot of in these parts this Summer (90's, humid, not my cup of noodles).
The fact that I was wearing a light "hoodie" on top of a short sleeved shirt didn't help. But I HAD to wear a hoodie because you know, a bright fuschia hoodie fools people into thinking you are less heavy.
Why, it's downright transformative!