a tale from now.
riding bikes at hammy today with a regular group of buds, we each bet a fiver on how many over age 12 we could count on our end to end trek, one time around. we do this often so we know the vibe there. the bets were 8, 13, and 15. hammy-thousands there, around 2:30pm, tho we knew we'd get in, cuz,, you know, its too hot to go to the frikkin' beach. (oh, brother, whats up with that?) not counting us, the answer was 2! 8, not me, won the $15. pathetic.
im an equal opportunity temperature lover. crazy hot where egg on pavement? too cool.
so frigid that the second you and the sun aren't personally acquainted ur fingers act weird? hot stuff. only deal that's pulls my card is cold rain in winter. that'll kill ya.
I guess I somewhat understand the groaning about winter cold since our cardiovascular nadir comes in february, but since our cardio peak comes in august, I don't understand the heat thing. oh, and im not an a/c person in general. except for ny and boston undergrounds in the summer. those places smell bad when its hot.
(note: beavis reported seeing the UConn coach bus at exit 63 dunkies, around 5:30pm. maybe they were heading to the mall, for the a/c.)