One year ago today I hauled my newly-pregnant self to the Running Room after work and took part in the practice run for the 5km clinic. Drenched in my own sweat from the unbearable heat, I nearly gave up and started walking half way through the course.
It was 32 C (90 F) that day.
Turn up your thermostats and fast forward 365 days to today, and I am decidedly NOT drenched in my own sweat.
Today's temperature was a freakishly cold 8 C (46 F).
The calendar tells me that it's still summer, but I'm not buying it.
I hate fall.