Today was so steamy I succeeded in pruning my fingertips with sweat.
That's right, people. By the end of the nine mile (and some change) run, I was literally bathing in my own sweat to such a degree that the whorls and arches of my fingerprints were standing in bas-relief.
Since James and I had invited Glenna and David to join us for today's run, we were not alone in our utter sweatitude.
David actually won the award, being able to tip liquid from his shoe and wring it from his shorts.
Got to love North Carolina summers.
On the whole, it was another successful long distance run, began not long after seven in the morning. It was also good conditioning for the fast approaching Bix 7 this coming Saturday. If history repeats itself it will either be sweltering, raining, or both.
After seeing how much liquid I can produce of my own, I'm really hoping for just a typical Midwestern furnace of a summer morning.
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