The word is HUMIIDITY.
During the month of August, I decided to up my daily walking average from two miles each day to three miles. Two miles each day is a lovely way to exercise. Thirty-five minutes. My pace is almost four miles per hour. I wear out two pair of shoes each year. Two miles is enough time to clear the mind, to meditate, to speak to a few people in the neighborhood. If I am traveling, I get to see about two miles worth of the flora, fauna and sites of a different world, usually in the morning before everyone else is up and stirring about. This August took me to no other cities, states or countries. Every inch I walked was in Columbia, South Carolina. Ninety-seven percent humidity this morning. No breeze. It’s like taking a morning swim without benefit of the refreshing coolness of a pool.
Averaging three miles each day (pardon my whining) turns out to be more like work. It takes me an hour to cover 3.5 miles.
Southern women, I have been told, do not perspire. Instead, they are said to glisten. After three miles in this heat and humidity, even Southern women cannot avoid sweating.
In spite of my frequent complaints, I succeeded. I perambulated a total of 100.5 miles in August, 30 days out of 31, averaging 3.2 miles each day. I found $1.26.