Monday, June 27, 1994 was an historic date in Midland, Texas, as we recorded our all-time record high temperature of 116° (that’s 46.7° C for those of you forced to work with that weird scale!).
I remember it well, as I went for a bicycle ride just to see what it was like. That was when I was still working a regular 9-to-5 job (except it was actually more like 7-4) and thus was routinely riding in 90°+ temps. I thought I was pretty well acclimated to the heat, but after going out in 116 (coupled with 15-20 mph winds), I realized that it’s probably not possible to get acclimated to exercising in that kind of temperature range.
I could dig up the records if I wanted, but my recollection is that I rode only about 12 miles or so, about 30% less than my usual daily route. I can remember that the hot wind was perceptibly skin-crackling and what began as ice-cold water in my plastic bottle was beyond tepid after less than a mile. The pop of tar bubbles as my tires rolled over our crushed graveled streets duplicated the feeling and sound of riding on an endless layer of bubble wrap.
My hat goes off those those souls who routinely work — and excel — in such conditions. I’m thinking specifically to those serving in the military in Iraq, and those serving here at home as firefighters.
By the way, we’re anticipating a coooool 97° this afternoon. Nothing like a mild summer in west Texas!
Extreme Respect
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