Alright, that metaphor was just plain awful, but it's too hot for me to think of a better one. I can't even imagine how hot it is in the valley. Too hot to read this silly old
health blog of mine, that's for sure. I don't even want to think about what the primal man did without air conditioning, sweating away on his
primal diet.
I don't have air conditioning. I live near the ocean, which helps with the breeze and all, but no air conditioning for a man of a such a cold (not personality wise, I'm talking body comfortability wise) nature as myself. But, last night was one of the warmest I've been through in awhile.
Admittedly, I started the day with a vigorous workout. I did some wind sprints, and quite a few leg lifts, which really kept the blood pumping for awhile.
Then, I had to keep my window shut for the rest of the day, mainly because I live next to a daycare center, which brings with it dozens of screaming kids for eight hours of the day.
Finally, my roommate decided to bake chicken, cranking the oven up to 350 for an hour, which heated up our small apartment quite a bit.
I'm saying it was too damn hot.
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