For those of you buried in snow, you're probably gonna hate me for saying this, but:
It was HOT this past weekend here in FL.
Like high-80s/low 90s hot. It was like the weather suddenly decided to be July. The shift was abrupt and, for the running, uncomfortable. After both weekend runs, I returned home red-faced, dripping sweat, and with sausage fingers. And, I didn't run more than 5 miles.
The other day, after getting back from a run, I picked Caleb up, and he recoiled from me, threw his hands up in disgust and said, "HOT!"
I think summer was just briefly fucking with us because today it's back to a more temperate range in the 70s, and the forecast for the week looks like the heat hath reigned itself in. But, it was a brutal reminder for how spoiled I get by "winter" here.
Anyhoo, for those who are living somehwere where your spring is feeling a lot like winter, forgive this brief diatribe about heat. You're welcome to fling whatever insults you want my way. Or, you're welcome to come visit FL.
Your tourism pays my income tax, so I don't mind. :)