galadhir

uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUgh! 28°C today after several weeks of 11-14°C. I'm not acclimatized. Give me a run up at least. And it's going to be 32°C on Monday. Half of me is Neanderthal! I have the red(ish) hair, I have the pale skin that doesn't tan. I'm not built for this.

I cannot picture me cycling for an hour through the heat, then spending an hour weight lifting, then cycling back for another hour. Not without making myself sick. And it is Daughter's birthday party in London tomorrow.

That will involve much travelling by train and underground to get there, a lot of noise and socializing while there, and then much travelling back. That's enough in itself to result in a fibro flare-up. Doing it immediately after a strenuous day under hot sun would be extremely reckless.

Especially because we are also planning to go to the Crick Boat Show on Monday (32°C! You never used to get temperatures over 30° in England in my lifetime and now it's normal, apparently.) And I'm planning to go and help Son pump the boat out on Tuesday. All of which things require me to be reasonably functional.

I feel bad because I had almost a week off last week - I don't want to get out of condition - but equally, I ought not to be sick for Daughter's birthday. I think I might give today's exercise a miss and hope that I have become acclimatized to the heat by next Wednesday when it's time to do it again.

Chronic illness calculus. So much fun :)