One man showed up for this week’s version of The Clinic. Temperatures were 70 and sunny. According to Splinter, the following might have happened:
Run north to Broward. Announce self in The Gloom with a hearty “Good morning” to the guy setting up for the paid exercise class. Chuckle silently as he responds with, “Oh, shit. You scared the crap out of me!”
Touch Broward Blvd. Reverso. 5 miles.
Number, name, and YHC took himself out.
NMS: YHC thought briefly that there might be a Clinic FNG this week. But, Splinter decided that an hour drive each way to experience the frying pan temperatures and sauna-level humidity was a crazy idea. No argument. The Clinic is not for tourists, convention goers, or travelers. Or, put another way, The Clinic in July is a Beast. Heat Index was 92 at 4:52 a.m., likely cooling off to 91 by game time at 5:00 a.m. And, no, it’s not a dry heat.
