The Florida temperatures are starting to heat up. This morning’s run at 8 a.m. showed the temperature at 81 degrees but felt like 90. The humidity was 95 percent and in this neighborhood there are few mature trees to provide shade. My t-shirt was thoroughly soaked when I finished the 3.1 mile route to the bridge and back. I was drained until I hit the refreshing pool water and did a few laps. It made me think that the Marco Island conditions probably weren’t that much different, but psychologically I wasn’t familiar with the route. Confidence is  everything when it comes to running.

Today, I visit the chiropractor that should greatly  aid my flexibility. My back is stiff and sore but oddly  does not seem to be a factor when I’m running. It is painful bending over but once my posture is erect there is little discomfort. Some of this is just old age but all those recent hours of sitting in the car or sleeping on unfamiliar beds have thrown my hip out of adjustment. As has been the case the past few years, a couple of sessions should do the trick. I should start to feel better tonight, especially after a couple of margaritas. 

Mother’s Day is this Sunday so a couple of upcoming posts will focus on my wonderful mother who passed seven years ago, as well as my bio-mom that has yet to acknowledge my existence. Also, living down in this area of Florida has brought back many childhood memories of my parents and grandparents. For example, on our way back from Marco Island we drove past the Shell Factory and Thomas Edison’s home in Ft. Myers, sites of several family outings while vacationing in nearby Englewood. Life has gone full-circle for me at least geographically. I just have to get used to the Florida heat and humidity.