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[Mid Life Crisis Marathon Man]

This is a tough time of year to try and get any kind of routine happening with running. As I type this, it's 41 degrees in the shade (106 F) and totally murderous in the sun. Running is entirely out of the question, although the heat makes you do stupid things like drink hot coffee, wear a tie to work, and actually want to go for a run. Madness.

Consequently, getting back into running form has been a disjointed affair, but then that's fairly standard for me anyhow. Hopefully, with a coolish change forecast for tomorrow I'll be able to get a couple of runs in before the one-day cricket series starts with it's hours and hours of televiewing, copious beer consumption and unhealthy eating ruining my good intentions.

But for now, it's so darn hot we even have to refrigerate the red wine. Gack.