Sunday, 30 January 2011

Heat Wave!

I don’t do heat.  Period.  I just don’t.  For some strange reason my body is like a little steam engine that produces huge amounts of excess heat simply by looking at the sun.  Placing me and my little internal bar heater outside in the sun is, then, to put it mildly, simply unpleasant.  It makes me groggy, grumpy and lethargic.  So there.

Ironic then that I live in a town with some of the highest summer temperatures in the country.  And I drive a car without air conditioning.  And I’m a member of a gym that heats its pool in summer (what on earth are they thinking?!).  And that most of my family and friends live in the other handful of towns with the highest summer temperatures in the country/neighbouring countries (think sweltering Christmas holidays).  Bummer.

Much to the amusement of friends and family members, I have, however, devised a few mottos to help me manage my little internal aga stove:

  • A parking space can NEVER be too close to the shop.
  • There is no such thing as too much shade.
  • Washing the dishes is a late night activity.
  • Aircon is your friend.
  • And: Winter rocks!
Maybe this is one of the reasons why I love running so much: It’s one of the only activities out there where it’s perfectly acceptable to be a hot, sweaty mess.  In public.  Take, for instance, a road race: Everybody’s hot.  Everybody’s sweaty.  And everybody’s happy.  Including me.



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