 So the next time you're sitting in your air-conditioned car and see a man scamper along sizzling in the sun wearing sweat-soaked shorts, pay homage to this muggy day marathoner, Mr. Summer Heat Wave Jogger, a real American hero. Mr. Summer Heat Wave Jogger. You know, it's not the heat. It's the stupidity. Am I that guy? Let's hope not. I'm out there at 1 o'clock in the afternoon at the peak of the heat.