.....ah, forget it, I've no energy to think of a title

I write this with some difficulty, given my arm is stuck to the computer desk. I think it may have melted. After no summer to speak of so far, Mother Nature appears to have accidentally leaned against the thermostat after one too many sherries and south London has turned tropical.

We were promised a thunderstorm to dispel this two-day heatwave, but it has yet to arrive. It's pretty damn unbearable, made all the worse by my aversion to mosquitoes (or rather, their attraction to me). I'm too scared of getting exposed wobbly bits munched during the night to leave the window open.

The British 10K is in less than two weeks, but I've not done any training since Thursday. I was supposed to go tonight, but any thoughts of bettering my fastest time are pretty much done and dusted for another event, and I'm buggered if I'm risking heat exhaustion by trudging round the park in this weather. In more exciting run-related news, I have progressed to the point of emailing Runners Need to find out if I can just rock up to get some gait analysis done and finally, after 5 years, buy the right trainers. I also got an email from New York Road Runners this evening offering me some discount merchandise - although quite why they feel I need a "skort" is anyone's guess. Perhaps they've heard about my tendency to accidentally purchase women's sportswear, which has seen me return home over the years with a tennis skirt from 'Style 'N' Sport' in Ballymena (thought it was a pair of swimming shorts - in the 90s both were fashioned from the same acryllic shell suit material) and some ladies running shorts (in the wrong section in TK Maxx a few weeks ago; I didn't check the label, except to see the word 'large').