In theory, fall is here, and in theory, it means cooler weather.
Which means I can start walking outside again. In theory.
Tomorrow, it's supposed to be a high of 102F.
This is where we are today.
The good news is, however, I already got my walk in. I turned on my alarm for the first time in a few weeks (the boys have been doing distance learning, so there's been no need to be awake at 6:15 am), and was out walking this morning at 6:45. It's been 7 months since I last did an exercise walk, and with the constant lockdowns and such since March, it's been a while since I walked more than much more than a kilometer at any given time.
And man, did I feel it this morning. I managed just over 2.25 kilometers, half of what I expected to do. But after the first kilometer, I started feeling it, and decided it wasn't going to do anyone any good - least of all me - if I pushed myself unnecessarily. I'm not in a race. There's no reason to push myself into pain. I'm going to be smart about this and work my way up to 5k again, and then work my way past 5k.
I've kind of been on the fence about when to do my walk. Last year, I did it in the evening. But lately, I'm just way too tired by 8 pm. So, get up early, do my walk while it's still relatively cooler out and the sun is just coming up, and then I can start my day. It will take a bit of juggling once the boys go back to school, to get them up and prepared for their day, but I think we'll be able to manage.