"I think being a woman is like being Irish." — Iris Murdoch

Oh it is hot.  I've been in hotter, so I *shouldn't* complain, so I won't -- I'll just say.  And what I want to say is that a day like this proves that the Intelligent Design "theory" is a lot of hogwash.  If the world was so perfectly designed, it wouldn't get this effing hot and humid!  Where is your god now?

Just kidding, of course.  Even god forgets sometimes... leaves the thermostat set too high.  No harm done.

I even ran this morning, before all the temperatures rolled in.  I have some trouble with one ankle, and have always thought that it was my achilles' tendon.  Finally I've come to see that is not that at all, but some other muscles.  Do you know the knobs on the sides of your ankle?  Well, the muscles that bother me are the ones just below the inside knob.  I started massaging them; I don't know what else to do.

I go out nearly every day to run for a half hour, but I can't do it.  Not because of breath, but because of those ankle muscles.  As soon as they start bothering me, I stop running and start walking.  Today I was wishing that I could talk to somebody who really knew running to see if I'm doing something wrong.