Me and the heat, we have a love hate relationship.
I hate it, and it loves to follow me around like a shadow. I think heat is a challenge we all struggle to overcome (some more so than others). I have had a rough time this summer so far, and i have diligently tried everything you guys have recommended to beat it. I have put ice in my bra, a la maggie, i have worn Kim's shirt cape, i have tried Charlyn's salt tabs, and i have ever resorted to trying to replicate Bobbi's infallible optimism. But in the end, i still end up whining and pouting the entire time. It's in my nature. But rather than post a picture of my sweating face pouting, i decided to go a little further.
So what does "HOT" look like?
Well, thats all relative.
What's hot to me is a joke to some people (primarily, anyone in Death Valley right now.) No matter how much ice we dump on ourselves, we are going that have a terrible time running in the heat until we learn how to adjust our perspectives. "Hot" Looks different to everyone, but when i see heat blurs drifting off the pavement in the horizon, i try to visualize what "even hotter" could look like. Because you know that when its 105, that somewhere else in the world its 120. And someone is running much faster and farther that you. And maybe they are barefoot. jerks.