“This was such a terrible idea,” I thought to myself as I gasped for air while jogging in the sweltering August heat.
“Please rain, please rain, please rain,” I repeated over and over in my head.
“Oh my god! I feel like my legs are going to fall off.”
I am only 9 minutes into my jog (which is just over a mile) and the heat is getting to my head.
If you are the type of person who enjoys having an extra slice of pizza on a Friday night, buttery nipple shots on a Saturday night, and an all-you-can-eat breakfast buffet on a Sunday morning, then I’m sure you’ve uttered these negative thoughts to yourself on a Monday evening during your workout.
This article appears in Aug 19-25, 2009.