Are the weathermen serious?
Ninety-seven for a high tomorrow and super humid? What's Mother Nature trying to do? Is this her idea of a joke? Because I'm not laughing.
And while the 10-mile bike ride I took this morning was refreshing, there was this little voice in the back of my head going, "You should have ran this morning 'cause tomorrow's gonna be H-O-T."
But I biked. And now it's going to be 97 tomorrow.
And I can't remember the last time I voluntarily set my alarm clock for 7 a.m. on a Sunday morning. But it might only be 80 at 7 a.m. tomorrow. And it will be a lot easier to run 5 miles when it's only 80 degrees outside instead of 97.
I'm still hoping it's a joke. Or a misprint. Or that the weathermen are wrong.