It was the Thursday of the third week in June. I sat in an air conditioned office, the fan set to a cool 70 degrees, but I was soaking wet. Hadn’t been able to stop sweating since I’d popped off my bike fifteen minutes ago and my skin showed no signs of slowing. It had been happening all week, drenching me within minutes like I’d sprung a leak.
This was a question that was asked to me during a bit of a press blitz this past fall. The question was asked through Google Translate over e-mail. I initially chalked up the question to a translation error. But, I got a reassurance in the form of it being asked again: