Changes in Temperature - Hormonal or No?

I dread one sporting clay shoot per year.  And I leave tomorrow to go shoot in it.  It's the DFW American Association of Drilling Engineers sporting clay shoot at the beautiful Dallas Gun Club.  Shooting?  FUN.  Usually.  

But people...it's August.  There are a lot of trees.  And no breeze.  

And I am a hormonal woman.  Just saying.

This comment on a business email sent earlier today to a Pennsylvania client, and penned by moi, sums it all up.

Give Me Snow, Lotsa Snow, Underneath the Skies Above, Don't Heat Me Up

I have decided I have a heat allergy.

I can’t take it anymore.

I don’t know if I’m getting older (duh) and less tolerant (more duh) but it seems like it’s been over 100 degrees for about 90 days.  It could be hormonal (super duh), it doesn’t matter, it’s the heat that gets to me.

And I’m so freakin' done with it.

When we returned from the cool of Alaska, we took our CHL class.  It was 108 degrees.  We were in a caliche pit.  And guess what?

I suffered from heat exhaustion, and almost didn’t finish my class. For days after, I lay prone on the bed.  Trying to rehydrate.  Trying to get rid of a super-hangover style headache.  Finally, I decided to live again.

This last Friday, we shot at the Dallas Gun Club.  In 107 degree weather.  And I felt like I was just minutes from having a relapse.  I stayed hydrated all day, but Thank GOD ThatManILove was with me.  He started recognizing the signs (I didn't hit a clay for 2 stations), and from somewhere, got an iced towel and made me put it around my neck.  This started cooling me off.

So, now, I’ve made a difficult decision.  I’m not going to shoot or do anything in high temperature weather.  I’ve lost weight, I’m getting more fit by the day, but somehow, my tolerance for high temperatures is waning.  I've been living at the snow cone stand all summer.  

Friday, we have our “Bustin’ Clays For United Way” shoot.  This is a shoot that is near and dear to my heart, as I was one of the founding mothers of this baby.  And I’ve shot in it every year since it’s inception.

But this year, I will be inside, helping at registration.

I just can’t do it anymore.

So, I have one thing to say:  Anyone up for a winter sporting clay competition?  I’m in - because right now, baby, I'd welcome snow.