Today marks the first day Portland, Oregon, will launch itself above 90 degrees, so I'm in hell. I moved here to get away from this crap. I woke a few hours before sunrise on Crematoria to soak up as much cool air as possible, do a little gardening, water the bejiggers out of everything, then crawl back inside and make sweet love to two air conditioners at once. I am a cold weather mammal, always have been. All my sports are winter sports--high altitude hiking, snowshoeing, figure skating. I perk up the second the leaves start to fall. I sleep with my bedroom windows wide open from Halloween to Easter. I only heat my house a few months of the year. As a child, I would get splitting headaches at summer camp from heat exhaustion while all the other kids were still going full throttle. I've learned to drink a lot of water, get enough salts, and seek out the shade constantly like a lioness on the Serengeti.
Yesterday at the gym, I listened politely to a lifting bud as he explained that anybody
can get used to the heat over time. (He is tall, scrawny, built like a lizard, perfect for hot days.) I just as politely assured him that he was nucking futz because some of us move north for a reason. When you've got a lot of muscle, you're like a walking furnace. I'm like a Husky puppy: bring on the snow so I can roll around in it!
I've seen the weather map throbbing with 100+ daily highs over a lot of the United States. Are you in it? How have you been dealing? Is it affecting your workouts?
Baby moose playing in sprinkler: http://www.youtube.com/watch?gl=CA&hl=en&v=yNy9jTeolUk
Baby Herc, wishing for a sprinkler