June has been way cooler, grayer, and wetter than usual. The last few days have remained gray and wet, but it’s been getting hotter. It was steamy enough even early yesterday morning that I broke out the old washcloth. I’ve always run with one of these in the humid summer, soaked, wrung out, folded in half, and tucked in the back of my waistband. So here we all are, having complained for a month about the rain, about to complain for the rest of the summer about the heat and humidity.

I’m just happy to be regularly back on the roads. Drip, drip, sting, wipe.