I thought I could handle the heat yesterday, but I was wrong. It wasn't that hot, probably 80 degrees or below. There was a nice breeze. I was building an arbour which took some digging and wood to be screwed together. I was pacing myself. I had a large mug of ice water that I tapped pretty often. I took frequent breaks in the shade. I was doing everything right, but after I finished building what I could in a day I took one more break in the shade before putting my tools away at around 4PM. I started to sense some indigestion and suddenly all the water I consumed through out the day came rumbling up and was expelled across the lawn. At that point I moved up to the porch where there is always a breeze and I was cooling off pretty well, but my wife came home and saw how pale I looked and told me I needed to lay down with ice packs to which I complied. I stayed in bed motionless for two hours and when I was able to get up again I felt like I had a serious ass-whipping. I rested the rest of the evening and I still feel drained today. I'm drinking Gatorade hoping to restore the electrolytes.
I think back to the days I would ride my bicycle 30 miles on hot/humid days. I recall working on a farm in 1969, the summer of Woodstock, which was hot and humid every day. I just can't do what I used to. I accept that and I'll take on outdoor projects in the early morning and stop when starts getting warm while keeping in mind that the gloom will return one day.