It's a 35 degree day. Not overly hot, but its still no 1st of July either.

A sane person would lock all doors and windows to the heat and buckle down with a bowl of ice-cream, airconditioning creating enough greenhouse gas to accelerate global warming by 50 years, and a couple of spare ice-packs to wait out the worst of the heat.

Alternatively a sane person with the most amazing skin that tans beautifully without the agonizing sunburn to begin with would pack up their towel and head off to the pool(DEFINATELY NOT ME. I swear i'm really a redhead. At least thats what my skin seems to think).

There are however a select few, me in particular, who are not one of the sane kind. We are the people who, yes on a stinking hot day, decide to undergo strenuous exercise. In my case basketball.

Now everyone knows that if you do exercise on a hot day, the temperature practically doubles(told you i was mad). And if you do exercise on a hot day, in a stuffy stadium made of tin, the temperature quadruples(getting worried for my wellbeing now aren't you). Well let me tell you, if you do exercise on a hot day, in a stuffy stadium made of tin, WITHOUT ANY FORM OF AIRCONDITIONING WHATSO****INGEVER, you will find yourself confronted with a short stay in the fiery pits of hell before the family has roast idiot for dinner that very night(it tastes like chicken).

Can you believe i still enjoy this stuff? I'm beginning to think i should see a shrink...