Written August 16, 2025
Hello Dear Readers,
Hello, dear readers who are either braving the heat or hoarding popsicles,
Today was supposed to be my glorious 10k day—but alas, it was sabotaged by… responsible adulthood. My running shoes, bless their worn-out soles, finally reached the “retirement” phase. The shoe store opens at 10 a.m., and by the time we returned, it was 11 a.m.—a.k.a. The Hour of the Scorching Pavement. Running then would have been more like slow-roasting my legs, so the 10k got pushed to tomorrow. Again.
Credit where it’s due—my wife scheduled this shoe store mission three weeks ago, back when I casually mentioned my sneakers were entering the “structurally unsound” stage. She took it seriously. (And I’m honestly grateful. My old shoes were starting to look like they’d been through a war zone… twice.)
Tomorrow, I will reclaim my 10k destiny. Hopefully, next week won’t need as many scheduling gymnastics. Unless some celestial event knocks out the sun or something equally inconvenient, I should be back on track.
Of course, lawn mowing is looming again—but that’s par for the course in suburban life. What’s new is that the sun seems to have accepted a part-time role as a blowtorch again. We’ve officially dipped into our precious A/C stash. We try not to go wild with it though. Our indoor temperature? A cozy 86°F. Anything below that, and we start reaching for sweaters like Floridians during a 60-degree cold front.
Fun fact: I discovered our new low-heat tolerance during a July visit to my mother’s place. She keeps her thermostat at 78°F. My wife and I? Shivering. Like… actual teeth-chattering. Meanwhile, she was probably sipping tea in a sweater, wondering why we were acting like we were in an ice hotel.
This summer feels milder than last—fewer heat waves, a few bonus cool days, and even our trees were briefly tricked into thinking autumn had arrived. Nature got punked. However, there’s a hurricane brewing somewhere near the coastline, so who knows what next week’s weather roulette will bring.
We typically reserve A/C for when it breaches 95°F, but even then, we try not to “melt our heat tolerance.” Next year, though, we’re leveling up—goodbye ancient HVAC system, hello shiny new setup with a smart thermostat! One that can actually negotiate with the outside temperature rather than stage a silent protest.
Sure, the rest of Nashville might be chilling indoors at 72°F, but we’ve decided to embrace the sauna lifestyle… with just a splash of modern cooling when necessary. It’s sweaty, it’s strategic, and hey—it builds character. And electrolytes.