Okay, The Heat has been Buggin' - As Has my New Glow-Bug Given to me by Cynderballz on the Back Porch (Too Bad I'm Not Eating There Until this Passes)

Not much to write this morning, except the Dog Days of June have hit me. I wake up exhausted. I did take Karal for a long walk, but then was wiped out by it. All day long as I tried to keep my pace and mind operating, I kept nodding off, wanting to lie on a mattress and give in for the day. This is what a non-pool summer does to you. 

I keep looking at the weather channel to see if storms are coming and grow disappointed that they're not. Gosh Darn It! They said the storms were coming. Where are they?

Maybe tonight. Let's hope tonight.

And I'm here thinking, "Phew. Crandall, you used to run 7 to 12 miles every night in Kentucky and it was even hotter there."

Um. I was younger...and definitely lighter (says the midlife man trying to figure out how he wore the tuxedo he did all those years at Brown for prom....it doesn't seem possible). 

It seemed I ran into all my running friends today and we were sharing running updates. I had to be honest about my surgery and how I haven't really been able to run since February, after the Run4Refugees event. It's too much pain and too dangerous - the damage is already obvious, and I need to be smart.

But, I also know I'm approaching my midlife crisis and I've been telling myself, "Oh, just train for a 1/2 marathon again. That will be the ticket." But the hernia came back, and walking just doesn't cut it.

I NEED TO RUN TO KEEP MYSELF SANE.

In the meantime, I'm going to go insane. I'm already counting the days to recovery, and that won't be until mid-September. 

Meanwhile, I'm wishing my mom a great operation today and my father some success in the hospital as they continue to figure out what is going on. AND my sisters, I'm sending love and patience. They've needed both as they tend to my parents in upstate New York. It's a lot.