The heat continues: 38 yesterday and 39 forecast today. The only opportunity for running comes pretty much in the hour before sun-up, and that depends on how well you slept during the night if you are bereft of aircon (as I am).
However, I woke at 6am having slept quite well and headed out for a quick run before the sun rose over the eastern hills (well, it'd be a bad day that it rose over the western hills, wouldn't it?)
It was still 26C, but after the previous few days this felt like blessed relief, and the streets were surprisingly busy with walkers and fellow runners getting one in before the furnace began again.
So, a 30 minute run was had, and mighty enjoyable it was, too. Runs have been rare for me these last few weeks so it was great to stretch the legs and get a few kms under the belt. I'm glad I made the effort: just a few minutes after getting home the sun rose and, well, normally a sunrise is a thing of joy, but at the moment the sun showing up is akin to the school bully greeting you at the gate: not at all welcome. Within ten minutes the temperature had risen to 30C and the sun was barely above the tree tops. Clearly another scorcher in the offing.
I won't miss these heatwaves when I finally pull the last plug on my exit from Adelaide. And climate-change sceptics would be well advised to look at the stats for Adelaide. The heatwaves here are fiercer, more frequent, longer and start earlier in the season, as the records will attest to. Fun, I don't think.
By the way, I've spied a nice little 12km race early in January that I think I could be tempted by. Which means...
...I may be back in training.
P.S.
Track du jour: "I Believe In A Thing Called Love" - Darkness. Try
not running to this one!
Nooooooooooo! (vember)
