I couldn't drag myself out of bed this morning. Just couldn't do it. "I'll go tonight," says I. "Leave work at a decent time...like about 6.30."

I left at 7.30 so knew it would be too dark to run a long run in Central Park. All the way home I tried to talk myself out of going for a run on the treadmill. It was soooo friggin' muggy on the way home, I'm sure I sweated the equivalent of running a mile as it was.

But I made sure that as soon as I got home, I put on running gear. And I went. And I ran. And I remembered how boring treadmills are. But it was a hell of a lot cooler in the gym than it was once I walked outside. Lightning going off everywhere... it's about to storm like an X-men character.