I mentioned yesterday that I check weather.com before heading out for a run, but why do I do it? I honestly don't know, but I actually check the weather several times a day -- mostly out of habit, partially out of curiosity, but largely because I wonder if it ever changes. This is Florida, so predicting the weather is a job for a trained monkey; everyday, it is hot, humid, and there is a chance of rain. It gets a little more interesting in the winter: less hot, less humid, fewer chances of rain. But for a meteorologist in FL (seriously, we must get all the ones that graduated at the bottom of their class here -- and the news stations just accept it: "eh, hire the guy -- sure he has a 2.0 GPA, but hell, this is FL, what kind of forecasting do you think he has to do?"), the only exciting time must be hurricane season when there is the possibility of severe weather.
In the case of an actual hurricane, they get to do one of two very exciting things: one, stand in front of a green screen and talk about the storm moving towards us and try to think of something innovative to say since this will be broadcast for the next 3 days straight and, really, it's just the same spiel each time; or, two, stand out by a blowing palm tree (or with the ocean as background -- that's classic as well) and talk about how no one should be out in this weather.
However, as of late, the heat has dramatically spiked, and as I have mentioned, it's like running in the inner circles of hell, and weather people are all lathered up and excited at the change: heat records, heat advisories to post, and lists of things you should not do in the heat (ie, be out in it). This would be an excellent time of year to have a gym membership -- and I'm sure membership sales soar during August, but alas, I have no membership so that means I have to hit the outdoors on a near daily basis. Hopefully it has its payoff for a fall marathon in a northern state, but it has also had me questioning a fall race again. Running 3-5 miles is do-able in this weather (at either dusk or dawn), but now that my mileage is getting up there, every run seems like a task assigned by the devil, and I have to question my sanity for repetitively getting out there and doing it.
Thankfully, today is a rest day, so it's nothing but central air for me: however, tomorrow I go back out and greet the heat. Yay.