It's getting real hot, real fast

A colleague and I went for a run before starting work yesterday at 8am. We have a group at work who are usually keen for a jaunt around the local park together for a few kilometres, but after seeing what the temps were going to be like for the day, we thought it was perhaps a bit less, well, objectively dangerous, to go running in the morning instead. As we made our second circuit around the park, I guess roughly clocking in at five kilometres, I began to realise the value of the tiny water bottles that dear colleague had brought. We were sweating like little piggies, vying for every piece of shade we could manage to cower under, yet the inevitable moments those rays of death from humanity's lifegiver hit us; we realised that it was far beyond what our bodies were made to handle. Europe, as you've probably heard by now, is in the midst of a really serious heatwave. The chickens have most definitely come home to roost (or I guess "roast" is more apt in this context), and for once it…