It's 5th September, the last days of summer are falling away and autumn is on the horizon. I've even seen some leaves starting to turn!
And yet... Today I have decided to cancel my run as doing it in mid 30's (centigrade obviously!) just seems like asking for trouble. Standing in the shade the humidity is killing me. When you get under the sun (there are no clouds) you just start leaking water immediately.
Seeing as I get hot when I run I'm going to guess that it wouldn't be too healthy to do that for an hour...
Mrs Stace calls me Goldilocks, as I really can't take temperature differences. I like it about 20 to 22 degrees (maybe up to 30 in low humidity). Much colder and I am, well, cold. Much warmer and I just stop functioning. Everything starts to become too much hassle, I get irritated by the slightest thing and generally don't have a good time. It really needs to be just right for me to enjoy it.
Still, at least when it's cold I can wrap up. Or go for a run to warm up. Or climb under a lovely warm blanket with a hot cup of tea / coffee / hot chocolate / mulled wine.
I can't do that when it's this hot!