Sometimes Florida sucks.

So today I did a tour in pantyhose, heels, a wool skirt, a puff sleeve shirt, and a thick vest in this:

This physically hurt me.  I didn't realize how much of a pansy I am about heat, especially if I'm in that much clothing.  I felt so bad for everyone on my tour because I was dripping sweat.  I made the mistake of wearing my bangs down and I feel like they were super duper attractive the whole time.  To make it even better, I wanted to be extra impressive on this tour because Jamie and two of his best friends from home were on it - I'm sure they were very impressed by how much I could sweat.  Jamie assures me that they were also impressed with the tour and had a great time... but I have a feeling they were also impressed with the sweat.  Let's be real.

The real problem with the heat is that it knocks all the energy I ever had out of me.  Please notice that there is no "today's workout" or "today's run" at the top of this page.  I had a really great streak going - I exercised Monday through Friday this week, every day.  I had planned on doing a HIIT workout today, but there is no way that is happening.  My head hasn't stopped pounding for hours.  I am currently guzzling water in hopes that it will help, and I'm going to go to bed early, which will be delightful.  There's a part of me that wants to push myself to do a quick workout, but honestly, I am drained.  I think if I did exercise, it would do more damage than good - plus, I want to go to bed soon and I think it would be better if I just relaxed.  And I had a salad for lunch on the tour instead of getting chicken nuggets and I only stole one of Jamie's fries when he wasn't looking so... I think we're okay here.

... really, that's it.  It's 8:51 and I'm thinking about crawling into bed right now.  In my defense, my alarm will be going off at 4:30 tomorrow morning, so going to bed at 9:00 is justified.  It's either that or I go to Chick-fil-a for the millionth time this week.  We shall see what happens.


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