This morning I played golf. We had an 8:20 tee time, and with an early start time you expect it to be cool during the first few holes. Not so today! It started hot and just kept getting hotter and hotter.
Our group walks and carries our bags to maximize the exercise and rhythm of the golfing experience. Today, only a hole or two into the round, it was as if someone had drenched us with buckets of warm fluid. We drank water — Lord knows we drank lots of water — but sweated it out immediately.
After the turn it became difficult to gag down still more water, but you know you have to do so or risk heat stroke. By the last few holes we were staggering ahead under the broiling sun, just hoping to put the club on the ball and make our way back to the clubhouse. My shirt was plastered to my back, sweat poured down my forehead, and every time I lined up a putt beads of sweat dropped onto my glasses. By the time I got home every article of clothing I wore was wringing wet, sweat stained, and stiff with salt.
July, hot July, is here with a vengeance.