Call me a wimp

Go ahead, I'm not denying that I am a wuss, but Zumba class in an un-air conditioned building when it is 102 degrees outside is not something that I'm up for. I chickened out. Looks like I'll be hitting the elliptical later - in the air conditioned comfort of my home. For now I am chilling (literally) on the couch and trying to keep dehydration at bay.

The silver lining to the insane heat, my husband met me at the ice cream store for lunch today. Gotta love spontaneous dates!