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Hot and Cold
Jul. 12th, 2006 06:27 pmAt work I got so cold that I finally went outside at about 3:45 and went out into the direct sun and sat on the hot concrete to thaw out.
It was then that I remembered the palm of my left hand had felt like I had burned it a while back, but I couldn't think how. Today I decided it was probably from setting it on the hot concrete the last time I did this.
After sitting there a full minute, I still had goose bumps on my arms. After a couple more minutes I walked around the flower boxes to get my blood pumping and went back inside. I was instantly uncomfortably cold again.
**
I had told myself I would go for a little jog this evening after work, but I did not.
My bus stop is in direct sun and over concrete, and you could die waiting for a bus there in the summer. Some of my co-riders wait across the street in the deep shade. I do not join them because I have a problem with running across the street in front of a bus.
So I wait a few hundred feet away on the same side of the road at a spot that has light shade. And I don't pace like I do in the mornings because it's just too hot.
So, after a ten-minute wait, I got on the air-conditioned bus and then walked the four minutes from my bus stop to home and realized there is no way I am going to jog because I am already way too hot. Nor will I do exercise in the house (until it cools off).
Web sites of the day: Today's links are about traveling in alien lands.
Try Day 7 of 37: Small adventures by indigo rose, an American visiting Xaimen, China. "I ate something with spikes. It was brown. I have no idea if it was animal or vegetable."
Then try Bible Belt Ahoy! by agirlnamedlucky, an Australian visiting the American deep south. "I thought to myself that I liked this city - and not just because people had called me pretty, which always tends to win me over. While New York city had felt like home (well, not my actual home, but like the kind of place that should be my home), Nashville was cool because it was quite clearly not my home. It was the America I had come to see, all religious fanatics, cowboy boots, and $4 Playboy Bunny suits."
Or maybe "Yeah, but I'm from Tennessee", which is not only a title, but a punch line. "The Greyhound wasn't nearly as bad people warned it might be. I followed the advice to sit close to the front (very helpful, I think), but not the advice to keep to myself and ignore those around me."
It was then that I remembered the palm of my left hand had felt like I had burned it a while back, but I couldn't think how. Today I decided it was probably from setting it on the hot concrete the last time I did this.
After sitting there a full minute, I still had goose bumps on my arms. After a couple more minutes I walked around the flower boxes to get my blood pumping and went back inside. I was instantly uncomfortably cold again.
**
I had told myself I would go for a little jog this evening after work, but I did not.
My bus stop is in direct sun and over concrete, and you could die waiting for a bus there in the summer. Some of my co-riders wait across the street in the deep shade. I do not join them because I have a problem with running across the street in front of a bus.
So I wait a few hundred feet away on the same side of the road at a spot that has light shade. And I don't pace like I do in the mornings because it's just too hot.
So, after a ten-minute wait, I got on the air-conditioned bus and then walked the four minutes from my bus stop to home and realized there is no way I am going to jog because I am already way too hot. Nor will I do exercise in the house (until it cools off).
Web sites of the day: Today's links are about traveling in alien lands.
Try Day 7 of 37: Small adventures by indigo rose, an American visiting Xaimen, China. "I ate something with spikes. It was brown. I have no idea if it was animal or vegetable."
Then try Bible Belt Ahoy! by agirlnamedlucky, an Australian visiting the American deep south. "I thought to myself that I liked this city - and not just because people had called me pretty, which always tends to win me over. While New York city had felt like home (well, not my actual home, but like the kind of place that should be my home), Nashville was cool because it was quite clearly not my home. It was the America I had come to see, all religious fanatics, cowboy boots, and $4 Playboy Bunny suits."
Or maybe "Yeah, but I'm from Tennessee", which is not only a title, but a punch line. "The Greyhound wasn't nearly as bad people warned it might be. I followed the advice to sit close to the front (very helpful, I think), but not the advice to keep to myself and ignore those around me."