It's now summer in Dubai. Well, it's always summer in Dubai, but now it's, you know, SUMMER. I mean the hotter than hell, non-negotiable, I-could-burst-into-flames-at-any-given-moment ARABIAN DESERT summer. UGH. Being an English northerner, I struggle in the heat at the best of times but it seemed like the Weather Gods of the Middle East decided to surprise me by upping the temperatures by 10*C overnight, three days before my race. Cheers guys. Appreciate it. I did kind of expect it when I signed up for the race, but it would have been much more helpful if the temperatures increased slowly. Nope. Boom - Dante's Inferno. Have fun, suckers! I told myself repeatedly that because it was a night run, the evening would be cooler and more manageable. But there's another problem - It was a weekday evening. After work. Work meaning 8 hours of teaching a wonderful (but very loud and demanding) class of 7 year olds. I came home work feeling a bit like this.....
God's honest truth about triathlon life