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In today's society, everyone loves being in the record books. The Guinness book of records at this point just makes stuff up; they have a record for largest muffin, longest legs, even most blogs is represented (im not even in the running). People want to be winners and they love recognition, any way, any how. But what is the cost to obtain one of these desirable records? Is it worth the price of selling your soul and burning for all eternity? Well shucks, it's been hot. No beating around the bush there, 105, 110, sometimes as hot as 116 degrees Fahrenheit. Not much good arises from that kind of temperate. At about noon oclock, everyone is thinking, “This sucks, ok, not cool guys (literally).”

This happened 44 times in 2011, and it's only August (which just so happens to be the hottest month of the year), so that means look out record, time for some shatterproof glass because this could get ugly.

But sure enough, as it would be, record holders breathed a sign of relief and Texans cringed as they went outside at 5 oclock only to find the mercury topping out at 94. The end result being that the streak of consecutive 100 degree days has ended (not only that, but it also rained slightly). So on the outside, you may have broken a sweat today (it was amazingly humid), it wasn't with the same passion that you have been perspiring with because deep down you feared the worst and it happened.

On the pessimistic side, what a waste. We have suffered through 44 long days, only to limp past the previous record of 42. I don't know how you were raised, but I was brought up to do things at 110%, no halfway stuff around here. The worst part, the absolute heart breaker is that tomorrows forecast calls for 105. AHHHHH. ONE DAY? That's like Bush 2008 (one vote). We could easily get 15 in a row from here on out leaving the previous record to be beef jerky. It really made the ability to stand outside at high noon like a shootout to seem unappealing.

So to my fallen beads of sweat, you weren't technically shed in vain, but it could of been better. To next year's April sweat.