They say you can blame acting a little crazy on a full moon. Maybe so, but I think it's time we gave the sun its crazy-making due as well. I was out for a run one morning last week. Already in the upper 80s, the temperature was rising fast. Jogging toward me was a latte-brown suntanned fellow about 60 years old. He was wearing a bright blue "do-rag" on his head and some Elton-John-looking, wrap-around sunglasses. He was in heaven, cruising along, sun on his shoulders, loving every rising degree of the heat.
The heat means different things to each of us. I grew up in Arizona, a bleach-blond little kid with bare feet running around on black asphalt so hot that you could fry an egg on (it works — we tried it). I learned early on to make peace with the heat. For some, sitting outdoors in the shade is restful and relaxing, whereas for others, it is uncomfortable. Remember, your body perspires in order to cool you off and release toxins from the body — it's a good thing. Plus, studies show that outdoor air is much healthier to breathe than indoor air, so take those chances to get outside and really breathe.