lost week

The summer is flying by. I started out so well and it has just fizzled. All the heat, humidity, rain and flooding have zapped the energy out of me. But there's always Fit Camp and Aqua Zumba to fall back on. Well, not this week.

Fit Camp this week was canceled for a carnival at the park. I couldn't have gone anyway. I had a faculty meeting that lasted three hours.

Yesterday it was hot, humid and sunny. Aqua Zumba was on. I changed at 5:15, left at 5:30 and arrived in Hellertown to a chorus of ... you guessed it ... thunder. It always rains on a Friday night. Pool closed. No Aqua Zumba. I think there is only one week left since school begins in a week. {confirmed}

I was there and not ready to go home. It was really humid. The sky was going to open any second. But I headed into the park next to the pool to check out the fountain (top) and too see how high the creek was. It was pretty high. By 6:15 when I returned to the car the sky ripped open and the rain came down. The storm fizzled. It never happened till at least 8.

I've gotten a few small walks in around the block and to the store. And I mowed the lawn on Thursday, the only day it did not rain. I did it a maybe nine am and I cam into the house looking and feeling like I did laps in a pool. My tolerance for humidity this year is very low.

This morning I had to go to the north side to create a possible rework of the Bethlehem North volkssport walk for a new "special program" on Little Free Library boxes. It was only 79 degrees, but the humidity is 75%. You can cut the air with a knife.

Tomorrow I'm headed out early for the Karl Stirner Arts trail. New art has been installed -- including textiles -- and the silk mill project is nearly done. Hopefully I can get some decent miles in before humidity turns to rain.

Miles/Steps:       1 today

Weather:            79, humid

Extra:                 On Fridays a boy's football team practices on one of the fields across the street from the pool. When that clap of thunder hit, they were all scooted to the picnic pavilion. It was crammed with players, parents, coaches, and siblings. I think the gear was under there as well.