Too Hot To Trot?

Summer running has definitely been in limited time frames of the day, early in the morning before Tim leaves for work or late in the evening. It's a scorcher! I still have the large, plastic jug the hospital gives to the women after they birth a babe (some of you mommas know what I'm talking about) and use that as my running jug. I fill it up with some ice, cold water and let it rest on the back of Tim's truck that way after ever lap I can swing a swig. It's hard not to get bored with the repeating scenery day-in and day-out of the neighborhood block. One circle around our street equals .6 miles so I run this route 5 times to achieve my 3 mile run. ( I have to confess that I just used a calculator. I'm going to say I'm lazy not stupid..pretty stupid to be that lazy though.) The reason I stick to such a monotonous route is because of the whole pregnancy thing. I don't want to get too tired or too hot and then have to trek back home; also, it's just less embarrassing to take a pee break at your house rather than in your pants.

External disassociation (focusing on your surroundings rather than the run): It's good that seasonal changes affect the people as much as the foliage because the summer crowd is funny.
I have seen a recent concern for my well-being for yesterday an elderly neighbor stops me and warns me of why I should not be running. During the evening I’ve noticed that a few men often retreat to their flat screens and watch sports in their garage while another questionable neighborhood-man just sits in his old Chevrolet pick-up every night. I see his face in the side mirrors. I don’t like it.
My favorite though is when I round the corner and my Carsten is sitting on the back of his daddy’s truck, clapping and yelling for his mommy.