My husband suggested I challenge myself to walk this morning even if it wasn't in the oh so lovely 60's. After all, I could just walk back home if I got too hot, and I could also hear Jillian Michaels saying "this won't kill you, being out of shape is what will kill you". I also thought of Tia who lives in Texas, is pregnant and pushes two little kids in a stroller during her humid 70s and 80s mornings. So out I went, water bottle in hand and headed to the downtown area again. The walk isn't shady for a lot of it and it was quite sunny, but I just kept putting one foot in front of the other. I had a goal to walk to a coffee shop in town and ordering an iced decaf americano to make the second half of the walk more fun. Unfortunately the guy who took my order made me a HOT decaf americano, and I thought, "oh no, this won't do, I am hot, it is hot outside AND I get hot flashes" so HOT was a dirty word to me at that time. So...I asked for a cup of ice that I could dump it all in and the fella brought me a tiny cup of ice assuming I wanted to just add some to my hot coffee, so not much fit in the cup but I didn't feel like asking for another BIGGER cup of ice, so I just took it and added the rest of the ice to my water bottle and went along my way. The ice in my coffee made it weak and I hate weak coffee, and it was still warm and not very refreshing so after a couple of streets I chucked it in the trash! So much for my romanticized idea of walking to my quaint downtown and sipping a lovely iced beverage for the rest of my journey that morning!
And much to my surprise a church sign said it was 83 degrees! And I lived to tell the story! Thanks honey for challenging me to do it and Jillian was right, I didn't die!