It has been in the 80-degree range all weekend long. A couple of months ago, I got really sick, couldn't run without hacking up a lung. So I didn't run. For a long time. Well, I ran about a mile and a half yesterday afternoon, and I nearly died. This afternoon, I ran the same distance, and it wasn't any better. My calves feel like they've been stomped on by a buffalo. However, I feel good about myself. I just can't get off the sofa. (I also realized that I need a new pair of running shoes.)
My kids played under the sprinklers at my parents' house this afternoon. It reminded me of when I was a kid. On a hot day, playing under the sprinklers was like going to Disney World. I was dumping buckets of water on them, and they were getting completely muddy. It was a total blast. I felt like the father of the year, and all I was doing was drowning my daughter and son with freezing cold water. They loved it.
Saint Marty is loving the start of summer.
Confessions of Saint Marty