First I read an article back in July describing dedicated exercise enthusiasts who are so disciplined that 90+ degree temperatures don’t interrupt their regular schedules. Very impressive. Then I read another article this week that reported the death of a famous film editor who went hiking in Los Angeles, when the temperature reached 113 degrees, and appears to have died from heat exhaustion and disorientation. Too much heat can really be dangerous.

Sally Menke and Quentin Tarantino

This editor, Sally Menke, 56, was the daughter-in-law of famed cellist Aldo Simoes Parisot. She edited every Quentin Tarantino film from “Reservoir Dogs” in 1992 to last year’s “Inglourious Basterds,” which earned her an Academy Award nomination.

Menke’s other film credits include “Death Proof” (2007), “Grindhouse” (2007), “Kill Bill: Vol. 2” (2004), “Kill Bill: Vol. 1” (2003), “Daddy and Them” (2001), “D.C. Smalls” (2001), “All the Pretty Horses” (2000), “Jackie Brown” (1997), “Nightwatch” (1997), “Mulholland Falls” (1996), “Pulp Fiction” (1994) and “The Search for Signs of Intelligent Life in the Universe” (1991).

She was talented and must have been smart. I saw many of the films she worked on. Too bad that she thought it was still okay to hike in such hot heat. Even more upsetting is that she started the hike with a friend, when temperatures were already in the 90s, “and had been walking for about 45 minutes when Menke, who had a history of seizures, complained of dizziness and said she would return to her car. Her friend actually left her and continued hiking alone.” What kind of friend leaves you when you’re dizzy? Hope none of my friends would abandon me like that. I can hear the excuse now, “Gotta finish my hike, Sally. See you around.” But she never saw her again.

About 15 minutes after the two split up, another hiker spotted Menke on a trail. She appeared disoriented but declined any help. She never returned, and her body was found much later.

Why didn’t she accept any help? People are strange.

There is another story I read yesterday about a guy who was drinking a pint of vodka in four seconds…and he died of alcohol poisoning. His friend said, “I did try to take the glass off him, but he turned his back on me, pushed me away, and drank it all.” Are these people suicidal?

As the first article mentioned, some exercisers just tune out the heat. Listen to these excerpts: On Wednesday, inside a small, mirrored yoga studio in Midtown that was as sticky as a jungle, 21 people twisted their otter-slick limbs into knots as sweat soaked through their towels and dripped to the floor.

Outside, it was 87 degrees. Inside, it was 106 — and as sour-smelling as a gym locker…“It’s not going to feel hot outside when I go out,” said Celester Rich, whose bald head was glistening after class. “I used to complain, ‘Oh, it’s so hot out.’ But now I don’t care anymore. It doesn’t even bother me.”

“If you can handle this,” he added, “you can handle everything.”

… Many runners preparing for the New York marathon, to be held on Nov. 7, have had to carry on their training programs through the hottest days of July.

For them, this summer has been a game of balancing miles and degrees: on one scale there was 26.2, and on the other there were 103, 100 and a bushel of 90s. Usually, the 26.2 wins out.

“I’ve got an obsession with my training, so even on days when I probably shouldn’t have gone out, I’ve forced myself to,” said Aled Jones, an information technology specialist preparing for his first marathon.

Now that is vision, discipline and dedication that should inspire all of us. Just don’t let it kill you. No matter how much you like it. Remember that I have written about tennis players who loved the game to death. Literally. And they died on the court.