A Sweat-Free Summer

A few weeks ago, God flipped the cosmic switch on Egypt’s weather, making it officially summer. In the blink of eye, I went from enjoying cool, wet weather suitable enough to take a stroll on the Corniche to hot, dry weather ideal for forging iron. And soon, all that seemed pleasant and green now wilted and withered under the fierce gaze of the blistering Sauron, turning black and dying.

Which is why I was more than happy when I received an invitation from Adidas for the launch of their latest Training ClimaChill collection that supposedly keeps your body cool in hot conditions.

I entered the Adidas building feeling as optimistic as Sam from Lord of the Rings (he was pretty fucking hopeful if you never watched/read it). All my nightmares about sweating like a sheep on Eid morning will be over. My optimism lasted merely five minutes as I found out Adidas were not just releasing any Training ClimaChill collection, they were releasing a WOMEN’s Training ClimaChill collection. I envied women. I hated women. I wanted to kill women. Not really, but Climachill did make me wish I was a woman that day.