When I was younger I hated the summer; it was too hot, I’d sweat profusely and feel uncomfortable the whole entire time.
This summer right now, I’ve been walking an hour a day for the last eight months, half an hour to work and half an hour back. And that’s maybe not much, there could be some more, but I’m now enjoying the heat.
I bake and sweat, feel my brain sizzling, but in the nicest possible way.
For the first time in years I’m no longer pasty; the sun stretches me tight.