When streets turned into ice rinks, when show came tumbling down, I still went out for my runs.

'Is that al you've got?!' I shouted triumphantly.

'I won't let a bit of bad weather get to me!'

Mother Nature turned on the heat

But then Mother Nature turned on the heat, and my roars turned into whimpers. Because heat dóes get to me.

It makes me feel hot and irritable, and turns me into an all-you-can-eat-buffet for pesky flies and hungry insects.

So I developed a new technique:

I went vampire. Now I run before the break of dawn, or after the sun has set so I won't burst into flames from the heat.

But I'll be relieved when I can run like a human again.

Unless I run into Edward Cullen during my runs, of course.