Back to the gym today, which has been closed over Christmas for "improvements", which sadly did not include air conditioning. Fifteen minutes into the workout and my legs turned into nerveless tree trunks, and my face is shining like an overripe tomato. Seriously, if it hadn't been hot enough to fry an egg in the air, you could have cooked off my forehead.
Luckily, just as I was thinking the clock had started ticking backwards and wondering whether that meant I wasn't faking it, I really was about to faint, my friend turned to me and said, with slightly crossing eyes, "I think I'm going to faint."
She promptly staggered off to the corner, which gave me the perfect opportunity to stop working out as well.
Lesson the first: Drink plenty of water before exercising. And join a gym that has air conditioning.
Also, the gym staff give you really strange, speculative looks when you walk out of a studio an hour after the last class ended.