Oktober

[Sweder]

I don't think I'll ever understand this running lark.
Must've picked up my running shorts half a dozen times this morning, each time looking out the window at the gathering foulness, muttering darkly about how a day off couldn't hurt (even though I had one yesterday). In the end conscience won the day and I threw myself out, dogs in tow. My legs felt heavy, joints rusty, it was cold, windy, thick blue-black clouds were muscling in from the west, heavy with menace like a gang of playground bullies looking for sweets. I couldn't have been less happy about being out there . . .

. . . and then I go and rattle off my quickest run for half a year

Go figure. 44:21 for the 'hard' route - a full four minutes faster than Tuesday's 'easier' route, almost identical distance . . . just weird.
Maybe I wanted to 'get this one out of the way' - who knows.

Track du jour was Aerosmith's excellent Living On The Edge. Lyrics written decades ago yet never more appropriate than right now.

There's somethin' wrong with the world today
The lightbulb's gettin' dim
There's meltdown in the skies

If you can tell a wise man
By the colour of his skin
Mister you're a better man than I . . .

We're livin' on the edge . . .

Here's some data from my Garmin from Tuesday and then today.
The main difference seems to be around the 20 minute mark - that's descending the western slope of Wicker Man Hill and climbing Blackcap.