No-no-no-no-no . . . Yesvember

[Sweder]

It' crunch time.
Returned home from Panama via New York - a true constrast in styles, not least in terms of climate - to find an invitation on my electronic doormat.

'On line entries for the 39th Two Oceans Marathon now open!'
With all the injuries flying about in here, and the realisation that the 16 week sub-six program starts next week, I'm doing a lot of chin-stroking. I fancy another bash at London next year - a sub four must be within my grasp - yet I can't help but feel there's unfinished business out there on the Cape peninsular.

My head tells me its a couple of weeks earlier and therefore might be warmer. Thanks to an indulgent month I'm in true heavyweight territory but that's surely a good reason to embark on a serious campaign. Travel plans are light between now and March . . . it's almost too close to call.

As usual the best way to gather clear perspective is to take to the hills. After a quick doze on the sofa I'll nip out with the hounds and see what the Downland spirits have to say.