Yes, I said "reasonable" in the same sentence as 81 degrees and 78 percent humidity.
Break out the white jacket and restraints. Clearly I've lost my mind. The first sign of
Nevertheless, crazy or not, I used the lovely "break from the heat" as an excuse to squeeze a run into my work schedule yesterday. I couldn't risk waiting until after work to lace up my running shoes, because the evening forecast predicted severe thunderstorms - and even crazy people have their limits.
So I took a late afternoon "smoke break" and went out for a 30 minute run. (Hey, if the smokers can take 15 minutes off two or three times a day, I see no reason why I can't run in between meetings. Smoking or running, we come back to the office smelling gross. But at least running doesn't increase group insurance premiums!)
After the run, I plopped right back down in my office chair (which I covered with a towel, for the chair's protection -- I was still soaked through with sweat) to work late and wrap up a project that's due.
So, the moral of this story is: I'm not sure what the most shocking symptom of craziness is:
- being psyched about sneaking in a sweaty run,
- covering my chair with a towel so I can get back to work post-haste, or
- admitting to the blogosphere that I did 1, and 2 above.