The Hours We Keep

These last few weeks, I have been thinking about how much time I spend in lab and how much of it is truly productive (while I sit at my computer typing this… while at lab).  As a graduate student in my first year, I spent a lot of time in the lab, and I insisted that I would be there longer than my boss.  Further, I’d try to stay longer than anyone else – I wanted to impress people with how dedicated I was to my work.  As my graduate career progressed, I found this schedule was frustrating for many reasons.  First, I felt like I was wasting time in lab when I could have been at home doing something more productive, especially on days when I didn’t have that much to do.  Additionally, I found myself wasting time in lab doing things that weren’t either necessary or my job, such as cleaning up common areas or organizing my bench for the tenth time.  Sooner or later, I stopped with this crazy schedule and found balance.

How I avoid wasting time in lab

At the start of one’s scientific career (and at it’s midpoints, such as starting graduate school, a post doc, or a faculty position [I presume]), it’s natural to be excited and constantly working… and actually enjoying it.  As time passes, that excitement wanes.  Experiments fail, labmates annoy you, you are drinking too much coffee…  The shine wears eventually.  When the lab no longer glimmers like it once did, it’s easy to find distractions:   talking with virtually anyone, browsing the internet, playing games on your phone.  The opportunities to waste time are endless!  What’s worse is that academia (at least in all of the labs I’ve seen) is very free-flowing and less strict about staying on-task. 

Probably the biggest time-waster is Facebook. Logging in and browsing is so easy, and the temptation to watch everyone else’s lives is too easy with Facebook.  It stimulates the mind just enough to not feel like you’re wasting time… until you’ve wasted your time already.  Plus, it is kind of fun.

Of course, there are several other time-wasters:  Reddit, imgur, CNN, BBC, Netflix, Hulu, Youtube.  And the cat memes abound!  How could anyone hope to get anything done when there are videos of kittens!

For exactly these reasons, I’ve banned myself from using any of these websites on my computer at work.  If I want to view any of those sites, I need to do that at home, on my time, on my personal computer.  Mission accomplished:  no time wasted.

Right?

Not exactly.  It’s still really easy to take really long coffee breaks, to walk to the bathroom using the really long route, or to take a long phone call in the middle of the day.  The best way I’ve found to avoid these situations:  fill my schedule.  During the day, I’m not running around with an experiment:  I’m running around with five or six experiments.  Why not?  These experiments pay for my salary and (hopefully) will lead to a promising career filled with accolades and a sky-high salary. 

My method breaks down into two simple pieces:

1.      Stay busy.

2.      Ban distractions

Following these two simple guidelines takes a lot of effort.  Signing into Facebook would be incredibly easy right now.  My fingers are so close to the F key on the keyboard…  But no.  Later.  Or maybe not.  Who needs Facebook or any of those other distractions anyway?  I’ve got hobbies that I enjoy that can take up my time.

Cute kitten pictures…  Those are a little harder to avoid.

No!  No distractions!

Figuring Out the Perfect Project

I have spent the last few weeks trying to figure out what I want to do with my life, in a sense.  At my fancy new post doctoral institution, I have a couple projects going, but they don’t feel like “mine.”  I didn’t come up with the ideas to get them started, and I feel like they’re not my “babies.”  Still, no need to complain about some great work that I can do while I figure out my own project.

And that’s where I’m stuck right now.  Because I’ve switched fields (somewhat radically, albeit not that much), cracking into the literature has been tough.  Sure, I understand the basics, but every field has its nuances, and I have yet to master these.  The depth of the literature (and my lack of complete understanding) has been holding me back at figuring out where I can carve out my niche.  Thus, I have a lot of reading in front of me, and it’s rather intimidating. 

Being a rather linear person, I like when things fall into line:  I read this paper, then that paper, and then that paper.  This type of thinking doesn’t work very well when diving into the literature:  I’ve got to jump in and start reading, find some references, read some other papers, and at the end of the day, understand all of it.  I envision this as a big cloud filled with information with connections between all the points, and I prefer lines, rather than clouds.  Nonetheless, I’ve done this before, and I’ll do it again.

I can search for some topics that interest me, but I’ve found that either the experiments have been done before or I end up looking at irrelevant things (like a dog trainer looking up how to grow carrots… terrible metaphor, but you get what I’m saying).  While I think that I may have come up with some really great ideas, I’ve got to verify them, which requires a lot of reading through the literature.  This is a great situation because it introduces me to a lot of great topics, and I’m learning a lot very rapidly.  I become excited when I’m reading the literature and I find that someone has already answered the question that I wanted to study… for a couple different reasons.  First, that sucks because I wanted to do it.  Second, it’s great because I’m thinking along the right lines for asking the pertinent questions in my field.  Regardless, I’m learning a lot of new things.

In reality, the main thing that I’m looking for is that “wow” factor – that sexy project.  Something unexpected and exciting sounds perfect (as I’m sure it does to everyone), and I’d like to do something that stimulates my creativity.  Naturally, everyone is going for those tantalizing topics – reading the literature, one can see that there are certain molecules or processes that are in vogue.  Finding that next big topic would be even better.  After all, I would like to establish a career based on this mystery topic.

Here’s to hoping that my ideas fly and don’t fall flat on the ground.  Even though the latter is more likely, scientists can’t help but try.

Changing Institutions

While I always knew that I would have to eventually move on from graduate school, I never really considered how many options there were, even when specifically aiming toward an academic career.  The vast number of disciplines and the number of people working on truly fascinating questions is astonishing.  At the same time, finding that perfect match is difficult.

Being in a long-term, committed relationship with a geographically-restrained partner made me think that I was going to be left to find a post doctoral fellowship near my graduate school, which left me with very few options.  Having weighed those options, applied to those jobs, and realized that they weren’t the right fit, I found myself in a very difficult situation:  stay “local” with the okay job with the terrible pay or go far, far away for the pretty cool job with equally terrible pay but much better career prospects.

I chose the far-away land, where I basically had to pack up a subset of my life, leaving the vast majority back at home, where my partner remains.  I’ve made a short-term commitment, and I plan on adhering to my (rather self-imposed) deadlines for finishing.  At the end, I hope that my job prospects upon returning are absolutely amazing.

Adjusting to life in far-away land has been one of the most draining experiences in my life.  It’s not that it’s different:  it’s that everything is different.  I chose to switch fields entirely, which was jarring: all of the lingo, methods, people were new.  While that’s exciting, the vanity wears after a week, when one realizes that this situation is very real.  The city has been difficult as well.  Moving has never been my forte, and I tend to be very insecure when alone.  Needless to say, I haven’t adjusted very well.  All-in-all, I’ve found myself making constant tiny mistakes that really play with my emotions.  I feel like I can’t do anything right and that I’m failing not only at working in a new lab, but also with life in general.  This experience has had a very steep learning curve.

When I left my graduate school to become a post doc at a prestigious school, many people said that it would be straight-forward:  you do this and this and this and this, and then bam – employment opportunities abound! It’s just not quite that simple.  I tried to prepare myself for this scenario, but I still get down on myself. 

At the same time, I still feel that I made the right decision.  Moving away to a prestigious school and really pursuing work that I enjoy is something that I need in order to feel good about myself.  My work is strongly attached to my well-being, so I needed to do something big.  I’m hoping that this grand experience does turn out well in the end, but it has been a rough road so far.  Plus, I imagine that I will be even more stressed if (when?) I am able to secure an academic position (if they still exist in a few years).

I’ll keep working on figuring everything out. 

The Future? What Future?

Since I neglect to update this blog on any type of regular interval, I'm going to try to summarize:

I graduated!  Yes!

I have a post doctoral position lined up!  Yes!

It's in a different country!  Yes?

Let's start with the first thing:  defending my thesis and graduating.  Everyone had told me that it was a "formality" and "easy" to defend the thesis and go through the committee meeting afterward.  At my institution, we have four faculty members on a committee, who are joined by a fifth from another institution.  They read through the thesis, make comments, and ask questions of you for a few hours after you have presented on your research to the department.  The after-presentation meeting is where things were not so much fun, namely my committee asked questions that I have absolutely no idea how to answer.  I'm not sure if that's how it was supposed to be, but it was very painful.  First question out of the gate was about a protein that I remember marginally, so I had to really think on my feet and try to come up with something.  Eventually the conversation drifted toward metabolism, which I abhor and have not thought about for four years.  Needless to say, I was exhausted afterward.

Something that surprised me was how little satisfaction I received from finishing my defense.  At the end, everyone politely says congratulations and then life moves one.  Meanwhile, I was thinking in my head, "HOLY CRAP I'M DONE."  In reality, it doesn't mean much.  Sure, my parents were excited, but to everyone in the lab and the department, it was more "meh."  Just another PhD, I guess.  That's rather depressing.

My thesis edits aren't terrible, and I was quite surprised at how my committee really had few corrections.  As I was going through all of the pages (so much paper wasted!), I realized that I didn't have that much to do.  I went into this process knowing that I would have to make changes, so I expected some things, such as expanding the discussion and clarifying a few issues.  Nonetheless, I expected that they would tear the document apart.  Not the case, thankfully!

Which brings me to the topic of my next post...  how to write a thesis without going crazy.  I'll save it for next week, assuming that I remember to actually update this blog.

A Potential Rejuvenation

Although I'm not going to make any promises, I'm going to try my hardest to update this little blog a little more frequently.  As I near the end of my PhD (how in the world did that happen?), I'm realizing that I need to concentrate a little more on my writing, be that at the professional level of writing papers and proposals (and a thesis!) or in simple blog posts.  Walking into lab this morning, I realized that the amount of time I spend writing is abysmal and that I really only write when I must.  Since that's probably not going to fly too well with a future employer, I feel that writing more frequently in this blog might be just the remedy, regardless of how few people actually will ever see these words.

That being said, I'm not sure of how best to approach a "reboot," as I hate them as much as the next person. Since my last posts on this blog, I've matured into a much different person and scientist - much calmer, more cynical, and even more disgruntled.  The last few years of graduate school have been a whirlwind of chaos that has taught me many valuable life lessons and has beaten every once of creativity out of my brain.  I both hate it and love it at the same time.

Let's suffice it to say that papers have been published, conferences have been attended, and proposals have been written.  I'm not going to go into gory details of any of those aspects since, quite frankly, no one wants to read that information.

In the future, I hope to further explore what's been going on in and out of the lab, as well as topics that have been bothering me, such as finding that elusive post-doctoral job and not bursting into tears when an experiment fails.

A Rant about Western Blots

I hate Western blots.  I think they are the most annoying, frustrating, and obnoxious experiments to do in lab.  I hate that the process takes at least two days and that it's so antibody-dependent.

First, I am fully willing to admit that I am not good at Western blotting.  My films usually look a little messy, and I've taken several steps to clean up my methods to no avail.  The process is so touchy and there are so many steps that, apparently, I have trouble performing properly.  That's my problem though.

What I hate about Westerns is how subjective they are.  One antibody uses a milk block; another uses BSA; the last one takes three quarts of finely grated basil and a dash of kosher salt.  The first one needs to be incubated overnight at 4 degrees; the second needs three hours at room temperature; the third needs to be set on a wooden stool in the midday sun from exactly noon to 2:30 PM.

The "voodoo" science involved in making these antibodies work bothers me.

It also doesn't help that the department's developer was made prior to the Cold War era (and I'm probably not even exaggerating too much).

What alternative is there?  None.  I may hate the process, but there's no way I'm getting around doing Western blots for the rest of my laboratory career.

Science music!

I like listening to music a lot, and I always find it comforting to listen to it in lab.  This often leads to me basically choosing what everyone else has to hear... which was fine when there were two people in the lab.  Now that we've grown in size, however, I feel bad about making everyone listen to my music.

In reality, they have every right to plug their iPods into the stereo or choose a different radio station... but they don't.  So I do.  Does this make me a bad person... because I listen to my music all the time in the lab?  Maybe I would feel bad about it if anyone else expressed interest in playing their music.

I guess that I'll just continue listening to Britney Spears and the Spice Girls on a regular basis.  Nobody's complained yet...

My lab playlist:

• Joss Stone
• Girls Aloud
• Maroon5
• Clarika
• Britney
• The Saturdays
• Janelle Monae
• Amy Winehouse
• Nicki Minaj
• Ke$ha
• Erykah Badu
• MGMT
• Paula Abdul
• Spice Girls
• Alicia Keys
• TLC

I'm not entirely sure why they're almost all female singers, but I guess that's my preference.  I like to think that I have a mixture of music, but I tend toward radio-friendly pop music.

Pressing the "Submit" button

As I mentioned in the last post I did, my PI is gone on vacation and I've been working my butt off with a number of different experiments.  Today, I finish the last experiment we need to submit our latest paper.  The problem is that she's out of the country... leaving me to submit the paper.

She sure didn't seem to have any problems with me submitting the paper.  Maybe I should take that as a sign that she trusts me to do this on my own...  But it's still freaking me out.  What if I upload the wrong file?  Did I choose the right keywords?  Is my new figure "pretty" enough?  I shouldn't be worried since it's not an enormous paper, and it's not going to a super-high impact journal.  Still, it's my first time...

Submitting this paper is scary and fun at the same time.  I guess it's a good experience for the future, regardless of how I feel about it.

While the boss is away...

My PI is on vacation to a far-away land.  And I am not.

As usual, when the boss is away, everyone in the lab is even more stressed than ever.  I'm still trying to finish up the comments on the paper we submitted last month, so I'm under a deadline to submit it before vacation's end.  Everything would have been done last week had I properly read the labels on our antibodies.

Dammit.

But all is not lost - I will finish my experiments this week, get back on track, submit the paper, and maybe even relax ever so slightly.

On a positive note: the experiment I so desperately needed to work for my thesis actually worked.  The universe doesn't hate me!  And the best thing is that I included almost every single possible control in my first set of experiments.  Now all of my data is organized, beautiful, and figure-ready.  I've never had my experiments work so beautifully on the first go.

I could get used to that.

Oh, and I changed the background on the blog because I was playing with Illustrator and liked what I made. :)

No time for sickness

The Independence Day weekend was fantastic, visiting my undergraduate school and bumming around town during the hot, sunny, beautiful summer days.  At times I miss being an undergraduate, particularly in the summer, when I had few responsibilities and I had a lot of free time to just relax.  Those days are apparently over, and while I might reminisce, I feel that it is truly time to move on and be a "responsible" and "mature" graduate student.

And while on that mini-vacation, I became sick.  It started just as a sore throat, and now it's going into full-blown sinus nastiness.  I can't breathe and my head feels like it's stuff in a giant feather pillow.  It's not like I'm dying, but I'm not enjoying this current state either.

Regardless, I don't really feel like working or thinking today: my head is tired, I feel sick, and my vacation days just ended.  I would like to crawl into a small, science-less ball and take a nap.  It's not like I'm asking for much.

But no. Cells must be split, infections must be inoculated, plasmids must be digested, and primers must be ordered.

I'm just going to do it all slowly.

Paper reviews are in!

My first paper from my graduate lab is moving along well.  We submitted in April and have just now received the reviews back.

Impression thus far: not too shabby.

Overall, the reviews were very fair, which is something I've come to appreciate after my first experience with paper reviewers.  There is no point at which I'm surprised at what the reviewers wrote, and I feel that the changes they propose will only help the manuscript.

One of the big experiments that one of the reviewers so cleverly proposed we perform: done.  Last December.  I guess that I was thinking ahead when I did that experiment!

I'm liking this summer a lot so far.

Finally, Science is working again

I had been complaining time and time again about how nothing I touched would work.

It appears that my luck has changed.

Nearly every experiment I performed last week worked miraculously.  My PI and I have decided to expand a manuscript that we recently submitted, and she is all for me cranking out the data.  Surprisingly, my cells and antibodies have decided to cooperate with the endeavor, and my numbers look fantastic.

Just yesterday, however, I realized how crazy busy this week has been.  I've been trying to finish up the data for this paper (which is going to take a couple more weeks...), continue working on my core thesis proposal data, figure out what the heck is going on with the mice we just received from another lab, optimize some new reagents, and help and out the new graduate student.  And then my PI suggests I start another project with the new student.  Another project.  On a topic that I have never even thought about.

I've got my core thesis project, which is rolling along nicely.  In the last week, I've finally started working on all three aims in tandem, meaning that things are starting to come together at least a little bit, but it's overwhelming sometimes.  Additionally, I've got another project that involves figuring out what this unknown protein does (fun but overwhelming sometimes).  Add that on top of the collaboration we have with another lab, the data for which I am solely responsible.

And now another project.

I am starting to realize that I'm only one person and that there simply are not enough hours in the day and there is not enough caffeine in the coffee for me to accomplish all of this.  I simply don't have the hands to perform seven different experiments at once.  Over the last year, I have mastered the art of multitasking in the lab.  On any given day, I will, without a doubt, be performing at least five different experiments with five different sets of equipment.  But at the same time, it's hard to just throw some more projects on top of the pile.

Ugh.  I talked to the new student about it, and she said that my PI wouldn't have given me all of this to do if she didn't think I could do it.  A little part of me wants to believe that...

Or maybe I should just stop complaining (and typing this blog post) and get my butt back to work... :)

Immunology scares me

Working in a virology lab, I should have known what I was getting into.  Prior to joining the lab, my PI told me that she expected all of her students to learn immunology, whether that be through taking the painful class or through osmosis and reading.  Because I do not want to take this painful class, I have elected to read the Janeway Immunobiology textbook and learn as much as I can by teaching myself.  So far, so good.  Nonetheless, I can't help but be overwhelmed by immunology.

I think it stems back to my undergrad days, when very few people in my major (genetics and *cough* math) took the immunology course.  I knew of people that took it and enjoyed it, but it was just kind of ignored by most people with my major.  Thus, I've never really been exposed to immunology in any respect.  Combining that with the intense immunology talks that I've attended over the last couple years, it seems very intimidating.  And for many reasons:

1) Why are there so many types of T cells?!
2) Are those FACS plots really just the researchers making dots on a chart?
3) What are all those CDs?
4) Exactly what language are immunologists speaking?

Of course, this isn't a complete list.  I could go on and on about why I think immunology is scary.

I hope that in the future, I will look back on this post and think about how far I've come in learning immunology.  I do realize its importance, but it's just so difficult for me to learn for some reason...

Cloning is fake

My electron micrograph of E.coli,
courtesy of Adobe Illustrator

I've been trying to clone a set of 9 genes for the last three months.  Three months.  Not only is this ridiculous and a waste of my time, it is frustrating and makes me angry.  I received the vector from the lab across the hall, performed my PCR and tried to pop that insert into the vector.  You would think easy-peasy, but not so...  Even my PI is getting frustrated with it, and she's not even doing the cloning.

I complained about this to one of my friends in a neighboring lab, and she joked that the solution is simple: "Cloning is fake. It's all made up in order to make you feel like a failure."

While both of us know full-well that cloning, indeed, is not fake, I am going to use this as my excuse for the meantime... at least while my vector refuses to digest, ligate, and replicate.

Is that so much to ask?

Update: Clones 1, 2, and 3 are complete (Yes!).  Now on to 4 and 5 and ...  Soooo close...

The Palin Emails

Oh you betcha.  Former Governor Sarah Palin's emails are let loose upon the world and people are searching through them for juicy little tidbits at this very moment.  Those emails must be mighty interesting for people to spend so much time reading and analyzing them.

Which makes me wonder...

If I release all of my emails to the public, will some group of people read and analyze them for me?  Wouldn't it be wonderful to have all of my daily emails summarized for me?  

It would make my day a little bit easier if I didn't have to respond to emails too...

Just saying...

Department seminars: Oh, the joy

I gave my first department-wide presentation on Friday.  Granted, it was a short, 30-minute presentation that mostly focused on me introducing my project and describing the thinking behind it.  Nonetheless, it was still exhilarating and tiring at the same time.  When it was over, I was tired - even more when I returned home tonight.

I suppose I wasn't too worried about the presentation, as it is not very high-pressure.  Not too many people showed up, as it is summer and attendance tends to dwindle after eight months of these presentations.  Still, it was nice to see the 20-30-some people listening to me talk about what I love to do.

For the most part, I was able to answer questions reasonably well, and I also gained some suggestions that I think should make my research stronger.  At least I hope.

One thing that I certainly need to get over is my sensitivity toward criticism.  The data I presented was quite solid: I did not include any controversial data or anything that I wasn't absolutely certain is true.  I've learned from my previous, smaller presentations that I'm just not good with handling criticism.  When someone starts to evaluate my data critically, I usually become very defensive and feel as though I'm being attacked, which certainly isn't true in all cases.  Now more than ever, I need to get over my sensitivity...  It's going to get me no where in science.

But now my department-wide presentation is done for a year.  Next up: committee meetings. Joy.

The most frustrating part...

I hate office politics.  I hate when these politics are distracting and needless.  I hate that if I don't send the right email at the right time with the right words in the right order, I may have offended someone.

I've been thinking about this a lot lately, mostly because I've gotten some heat for writing an email and not being appropriate (apparently).  I certainly don't know who I could have offended, but I suppose if my email was taken the wrong way, maybe it could have been misconstrued.  In reality, this is ridiculous, and I shouldn't be wasting my time even thinking about the repercussions of saying "Hi" in an email versus "Good Morning" or "Hello."  Nor should anyone waste time being offended by my improper greeting.

But alas, I'm even writing a blog post about it.

From now on, I'm going to start all my emails with one of the following:

1) Yo
2) What's up
3) Heeeeeyyyy (for more formal situations)

This will solve all problems.  Certainly.

Am I not in on a joke?

I use Google Reader to stay abreast of the goings on in my favorite scientific journals.  When going through my feed, I sometimes come across journal articles that boggle my mind, usually from one or two specific journals (which will remain anonymous in this post, though your guess is probably right).  My initial hint that I should immediately skip over a paper is if there is a question mark in the title.  The first rule I learned when starting to write in a scientific manner is that one must never, never use a question as a title.  Instead, one must convey their findings in an articulate statement.  As I was taught, making your title a question was "the easy way out" and was discouraged.

But I digress...  Some of the papers that I come across (and I see mocked on Twitter) just seem like jokes.  I tell myself that there must be some scientific reasoning behind the hypothesis in the study (if there is one) and that I'm just not up-to-date in the field to know what's important.  Still, there are other moments when I'm just rather awe-struck at what has been published.

One article that I remember was retracted due to the controversy behind its methodology and importance was about the first written record of influenza, as mentioned in the Bible.  While I'm not really one to judge the importance of others' research (what have I published in the last two years?  Nothing?  Oh, okay...), I can see why many would find this "research" distracting from truly important research.  Further, since this is a journal pertinent to my field, I can also see why some would think that a paper like this would lower the general impression of the journal.  I would feel slightly uneasy publishing in this journal knowing the qualify of the articles it has published in the past.

Still, I see articles similar to this Biblical influenza paper all the time.  And it makes me think that maybe there is some universal publication joke that I'm just not getting.  Are these papers published to slant the academic community toward some small fragment of comedy?  I doubt it.  Based on the titles, their affiliated institutions, and their content, I would say that these papers are just fluff, scientific nothingness packaged into a pretty little paper.  But why are the journals risking their reputations to publish this fluff?

And these are the papers that several hundreds (and thousands!) of people read precisely because they're funny, or ridiculous, or just plain stupid (maybe this is why the journals publish these papers!).  Now, I ask, who's the stupid one?  The authors who created and published the "ridiculous" studies, the reviewers that allowed the research to pass, or the masses of people that spent too much time scoffing and belittling the research?  Or is it me, the one who spent too much time composing this post about the papers and the readers?

Yeah, I think that I just answered my own question there.

The joy of summer recesses

A new emotion came over me as I drove into the parking lot this morning.  The parking lot was mostly empty, and I realized that it would remain like this for three more months.  Ahh, summer vacation for the medical students.  No longer will they be hogging the lot and parking as if they had just learned to drive.  Summer has arrived, and I love absolutely every second of it at school.

Not only is the parking arrangement so much easier, I also have no classes during the summer.  Essentially, I don't have to waste four hours of my life each week listening to lectures.  Instead, I get to perform cool experiments (and more of them!) and explore my creativity, which has admittedly wained during this last semester. Also, I can finally pick up that "extra" project I've had in my back pocket for the last year.  That one that I'm obligated to finish since we received a bunch of money for it.  Oof.  Yeah, I guess I'm glad I have so much extra time...

Even better:  fewer lab meetings.  My lab has a ridiculous number of lab meetings per week (three, to be exact) that really eat up time in the middle of the day.  Summer vacation means fewer lab meetings - now only one! - and, on top of that, there are fewer seminars and invited speakers.

Best: the weather is fantastic.  I'm looking forward to the days of sitting by the lake, reading a book, and just enjoying the summer heat.  Walking out of work when the sun is still shining is an added bonus.  Winter really can get my mood down, especially when I don't see the sun at all (no windows in the lab) during the day.  So it's finally nice to have a bright, blue, wonderful sky to greet me at the end of the day.  It's an added bonus that I can have my sunroof down as I drive into work and enjoy the cool morning air.

I've recently begun running outside after a lot of treadmill running.  Since I've never run in the summer, I'm not sure how I'll be able to handle it, but I think that some careful experimentation with when and how long I run will allow me to not collapse from heat exhaustion.  That and lots of water...