Run the Sun

The mudroom thermometer reads 99 at 9:00am. The mercury will inch to 105 today, and I am ever-so-reluctantly slumping out the door for a four-mile run.  I wish I was doing something else.  Anything, really.  Melting SPF 50 is already stinging my eyes, and the moisture-wicking top I paid too much for is damp and sticking unattractively to my belly.  I’m still in my kitchen. I’ve never felt less like running.  There are a few people in this world whoRead more