Written July 7, 2025
Hello Dear Readers,
Another night of glorious sleep had me waking up like a Disney character—refreshed, energized, and only slightly disappointed that I couldn’t quite hit my target running pace. Close, but not close enough to brag about. Still, a win’s a win when your legs cooperate and your lungs don’t stage a mutiny.
This morning started off with a drama courtesy of a tropical storm in Texas, which has been tap dancing its way from Texas toward Tennessee. By the time I laced up my running shoes, the skies were already getting weepy. And as soon as I hit the road—boom! Rain. Like nature’s own personal sprinkler system just for me.
Oddly enough, the downpour was kind of a gift. The temperature dropped like it had read my mind (or my sweat levels), and suddenly, everything felt a bit more breathable. I had taken Sunday off to recharge my energy reserves, and it worked—I felt stronger than I did on Saturday. Still not quite fast enough for a personal best, but hey, progress isn’t always linear. Some days you fly, some days you just coast gracefully.
While I was out dodging puddles, my wife was already deep in productivity mode. She left for work before I even opened my eyes—off to the office by 6:45 a.m. like a mission-critical ninja. Since most of her work can be done remotely, she reserves in-office time for the essentials: high-stakes meetings, actual paper (remember that stuff?), and anything requiring physical presence. Today, her calendar was packed, so she left even earlier than usual. No morning coffee chat for us. Tragic.
Back at home, the rain was doing more than watering plants—it was cooling our house like nature’s own HVAC system. Nashville summers are no joke. Our roof and bricks tend to absorb heat like they’re preparing for a sauna competition, but once the rain starts, the house’s internal temperature drops surprisingly fast. I seized the moment: windows open, fans on, and a delightful breeze circulating like I’m living in a country cottage ad.
Now, here’s the twist—I’ve actually adapted to the heat. Our house can hover around 85°F (just under 30°C), and as long as ceiling fans are spinning, I don’t feel like I’m melting into the floor. The humidity here makes it feel warmer than it is, but dropping the house temp to around 80°F feels like an arctic treat. Bonus: I no longer feel like I’ve been smacked by a heatwave when I step outside for a run or to tackle the yard. The gentle indoor-outdoor transition keeps my body from going into temperature shock.
Meanwhile, my wife’s office is basically a walk-in freezer. She told me the overachieving AC is giving her headaches—probably from the temperature whiplash. So, keeping things mellow at home helps her recover from the Great Arctic Office Experience.
As for me, I’m looking forward to a pleasantly mild afternoon and evening. Rain-cooled walls, open windows, and a happily running ceiling fan—no complaints here.