About ten years ago, I attended a workshop/conference at a retreat center in eastern Nebraska around this time of year.  The weather was hot, sure enough–low 90s, moderate humidity.  But the conditions were tame compared to the dew point-laden Gulf Coast weather I had come from.  So the weather was no deterrent.  At the end of each day right before supper, I changed into jogging clothes and hit the trail for a 30-40 minute jog.  I came back to the lodge one afternoon right before supper, drenched in sweat from


Crepe Myrtle Alley along the local walking/jogging trail where we worked out yesterday: The late-morning shade looks inviting, but there was no hiding from the humidity as the mid-day 90 degrees temp. teamed up with a dew point ranging in the upper 70s—-That’s not just oppressive: it’s disgusting!

the workout, where one of my colleagues from the West Coast met me with an incredulous expression on his face.  Nearly gasping unbelief, he asked, “You really worked out in this heat?  How can you stand the humidity?  Wow!  I could never imagine running in this heat.  I must be a wimp!”

Now this guy was a marathon runner, by the way.  He was working out each day during the conference,  but he did his workouts on treadmills in the air-conditioned  workout room at the lodge.

That conversation gave me an appreciation for what it takes to work out faithfully throughout the summer in the Deep South Gulf Coast.  All the years of my life, I took for granted our matter-of-fact attitude that when the weather heated/sweated up for summer, we just stripped to our shorts and tee-shirts and carried on.  I believed, in fact, that heavy-sweaty workouts were good for one’s constitution, sweating out the impurities and toxins of the soul.

Anyway, after yesterday, as humid and miserable of a Deep South day that I can recall in all of my 65+ years, I remembered that incident ten years ago in eastern Nebraska. Even though the heat index here ranged 110 and higher as I completed the outdoor workout, with clothes wringing-wet from copious perspiration, I remained faithful to my  routine.

I suppose that proves that I am not a wimp!