Today I tried to moisturise and it actually slid right off my face.

[20thcenturyvole]

Good God, but my thighs smart. Not in an exciting, dirty way, unfortunately, but in a "You have used us for serious physical exertion; did you not expect revenge?" way

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[morbane]

Aw. =/ Agreed, the only solution is to dress down and plant yourself in front of a fan as if staring into its whir will reveal the secrets of the universe.

Not, obviously, convenient at all hours of the day.

Swimming seems like a good idea. (Again dehydrating, though). I can think of a few exercises to suggest but you were probably given some by your roller trainers too.

Kia kaha. I'm sorry I can't send you the Antarctic.

[20thcenturyvole]

Our power bill this month is going to break the bank, and it's all going to be because of the fan. I keep thinking "It's okay, I'm cool enough now," and turning it off, and then five seconds later getting up and turning it back on again because no, no I am not. I am starting to slosh from all the orange-flavoured Vitafresh I'm guzzling just so I can have something cold in my hand and mouth at all times.

The derby ladies did indeed give us many exercises to do: specialised stretches, and even a workout DVD. We're going to do those as a flat, to keep each other motivated. I do want to go swimming too, though; I practically squee'd when Jenni told me there's a spa practically down the street. I actually really miss swimming. I haven't done it regularly since I was 9 and there was a beach almost literally on our doorstep. It's always been one of my favourite things to do, even if a public pool means I'll be doing it under the nerve-wracking stares of fitter people.

[morbane]

I find pool changing rooms kind of reassuring, because even without gawking at everyone, you get the impression that, well, this is what real people look like (flaps and freckles and bulges and all). Perhaps I personally don't care so much that they all swim faster than me because I resigned myself to being a slow swimmer around the age of 5.

[20thcenturyvole]

A good point. I have always suffered from changing-room paranoia, but it's not quite as bad as the performance anxiety I suffer from in gyms. The great advantage of being incredibly short-sighted is that once I take my glasses off at the pool, the other swimmers are just vague blobs anyway. Although I don't like it when it hits peak hours and I have to share my lane. Away with you, other swimmers! I am in my groove!

[musicforwolves]

I started reading this aloud to Caleb, then had to stop when I lost it around the 'Jesus Christ' point.

It's been about 16 degrees here today, which had the benefit of cooling off *most* of the insanity that was going on. Screw the Hawke's Bay and its seasonable heat.

[20thcenturyvole]

:D I am glad to amuse, although outrageously jealous of your clement and soothing weather. Apparently on Wednesday, we can expect an unseasonal low of 15 degrees. I am gobsmacked at the thought that I might need a blanket when I go to sleep that night. At least we're not in Hastings, though: they got to 34 today. Fuck that.

[cynicatlantis]

OMG, I feel your pain - trying to sleep one night last week when it was still 28C at freakin' 1am *whine*. It was one of those times when I wished I owned a hammock. At least this season we only had a handful of days that pushed 40C - I'll never forget working on the Big Day Out last year when it was 46C, it was just inhuman *combusts*.

[20thcenturyvole]

A hammock! God, that's a good idea. The other night, after lying awake for hours, I actually tried sleeping on the floor because a friend recommended it as an awesome way to suck out body heat. (It didn't work; clearly my carpet is the insulating kind.) But a hammock could keep me warm and comfortable. Ahh, fantasy.

Plus, ugh, 46C for Big Day Out? That heat's inhuman even before you factor in all those warm sweaty concert-going bodies. My sympathies and vicarious horror! D: