Staring at your Charity Miles app for almost the entire duration of your 9 mile OBX run in what can only be described as dog-death humidity (I swear I passed a whimpering, defeated camel), does NOT make the time go by faster.
It DOES, however, cause you to trip over a toddler on his tricycle.
Sorry, kid.
But seriously. Stop crying.
You’re fine.
That moment when you’re so hot post-run, you rip off all your clothes, stand in front of the AC naked, and don’t even bother to close the curtains because honestly, what’s the worst that can happen– the neighbor across the street sort of sees something from a distance?
Then two painters lower themselves onto your balcony.
Right in front of your face.
Oh. Hey guys….
Us (to the school custodian): “Will the AC be fixed tomorrow?! It’s going to be 95 degrees! We’re suffering in here and it’s only in the 80s today!”
Custodian: “You have FOUR DAYS left.”
Us: “But it’s so hot on the 5th floor! The heat rises! We can’t breathe!”
Custodian: “Not even 4 days! 3 and a half days! That’s IT. I’m here ALL SUMMER.”
Good. Someone to find my remains.
#wemightdieinhere
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