This is the first summer in my life that I am heeding warnings about the heat and air quality and I feel better than usual.
No longer do I ignore heat and carry on like I used to do. I can remember playing golf in this crap and darn near faint trying to keep enough water in me all the while draping a cold wet towel around my neck.
I am older now and don’t want to croak over some foolish thing that I could avoid.
Now it is inside until the weather gets back to the low 90’s/upper 80’s and all workouts are in the gym.
Why isn’t it a jim? Hi Gymmie!
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3 comments:
Our local weatherman's name is Jim, but he spells it Jym. Cool enough?? :)
Our buddy in Sicily could change his name to Myk.
Croaking is never a good thing to do...
...unless of course your a frog.
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