We slogged it out because we're due in Minneapolis tomorrow evening. Aaron was far more gung ho about riding today than I was. He tends to do better in the heat than I do, or at least initially. He'll behave as normal, then say something like, "Is it weird that I have chills on a day like this?" or, "Whoa, my heart is racing!" I, on the other hand, am slowed down from the get go by crazy heat and am pretty much a textbook case of how too much heat and sun can lead to irritability. I was also just plain worried about us today, since they were warning people not to go outside, nevermind bike a big bunch of miles.
As I peddled along, careful not to push too hard as a way to compensate for all the work my body was doing to cool itself, I had the following image in mind: a cartoon version of myself, biking away, sweat dripping, then a close up and cross section of my brain, each lobe lit up a different color. First, they start to flicker, then one by one, they blow out. Only the hippocampus would remain.
All this talk of brain failure makes me realize how desperate I am for some sleep. Now's the time.
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