The day had been unusually hot and humid, and she wiped sweat from her forehead.
She couldn't remember when the outdoors had felt so small or when it'd become so humid she was sweating in place.
She released a deep breath then sucked in the humid air.
The spring air was heavy and humid already in Atlanta; it felt like summer.
While Dean held out no illusions of leading the pack through the mountains, after turning out 73 miles of rolling hills on a humid Saturday, he felt more confident of his chance of least not embarrassing himself.