Today was a great day. Today was the day I gained the ability to run away from the sun. Well, not really; but kinda. Allow me to embellish.

I live in Dubai, which is basically, a city in a desert. I am also, an avid runner. I love running. I love it so much I bought a little bit of plastic and sellotaped it to my shoe so it can tell me how well I run. It's great. Hunky Dory. However, there is one slight problem, the desert.

In case you were previously unaware. Deserts are fucking hot. Running in fucking hot deserts is not fun. Especially during the summer. For the past few months are so as the heat began unbearable and the humidity became somewhat deadly, I devised a cunning plan to avoid the sun.

i would get up real early in the morning, 4AM. Get ready and then run run run until the sun hunted me down and zapped me. This plan was working ok for a while, but it wasn't really the best. I was getting up pretty darn early and wasn't really having enough time to complete a proper run as the sun would rise at about 5AM, at which point it would behave like an absolute prick and increase the temperature to ridiculous proportions.

So then using my superior intelligence and cunning I devised a new devilish plot. Instead of running before the sun had risen, I would make my move whilst it lay at rest. HUZAH! I thought, a stroke of genius.
And this plan was moderately successful for a while. But it to had it's downsides. The humidity in the air was still uncomfortable, there were countless cats in all directions and SUV's spouting exhaust fumes everywhere. Furthermore, the adrenaline that my body was creating throughout these runs meant that I would then be unable to sleep for a good few hours afterwards. Again, not exactly the most efficient of plans.

But last night, destiny revealed herself to me. I was walking round the park, cooling down, when a neighbour I hadn't seen in a long time spotted me whilst walking his insufferable dog. We chatted for a while and I ended up pooping back round to the house for a while, During the conversation, my running was brought up. He was talking about how it's crazy to run in these conditions and how I ought to be careful. I generally agreed with him.

And then, genius struck. He remembered, in his garage, lay an unused treadmill. He asked if I would like it and my lord would I like it.

He popped round this morning with a few friends to drop it off. Ladies and gentleman, it's a thing of beauty. We soon had it up and running. Now I am able to run, away from the sun, unhindered by this torturous heat.

It's the start of a revolution.