Yesterday, I mentioned that Jake and I would be walking at noon. I didn't realize at the time, however, that noon meant 103 degree temperatures. So now is probably a time for us to talk about heat, and it's want to kill you.
By the end of the 42 minute walk (14 minute mile-- joy), Jake and I were covered in sweat and I looked like a mad strawberry I was so red. I have no idea if this is due to improper breathing techniques or what, but Jake was concerned and I was just embarrassed.
Today, we have very brilliantly decided to walk in the evening.
Genius, I know.
I have to cut the blog short for now, though, because I'm heading down to the ocean with la familia to look at potential future homes. So yea, happy days.
Gotta run,
Brooke
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