It's been hot and humid in Chicago for the past few days. We had a relatively cool summer this year. So cool, in fact, that I had thought about removing the window air conditioners a few times. Every time I seriously made a move to do it The Mister would remind me that summer isn't over yet. Sometimes The Mister knows best.
As the temperature climbed yesterday I was tempted to go sit on the beach and let myself soak up the heat. Then I got wrapped up in corduroy jacket posts and other bloggy stuff and it was suddenly late afternoon. I don't want to waste these hot days, I thought, so I threw on some shorts, a tank and sneakers, put my earbuds in and headed out for a jog. For the next hour-and-a-half I walked and jogged and stopped to snap photos, all while sweating my ass off. It was amazing.
I'm trying not to be maudlin about it, but I am definitely not looking forward to leafless trees and brown grass. So here's my advice: go outside and soak up the great outdoors while you can. Soon we'll be darting from heated building to heated building, shielding ourselves from dark skies and punishing winds.
Images: Jason Loper
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