Jumpin' Januaries, Batman!

[Mid Life Crisis Marathon Man]

Woke up to find the room still spinning. Damn - I knew I shouldn't have drunk so much last night. Oh well, no rest for the wicked, so it was into my running togs and out the door (eventually that is, I had to hang onto the door frame for a while first)... for my scheduled morning constitutional.

Naturally the first couple of kilometres were pretty grim, but after a while my head cleared and I began to enjoy it. I decided to lengthen the run slightly, partly as a bit of a punishment thing and also because the run was sobering me up very nicely, thank you. And it was a glorious morning for running. I even passed three other runners, which is three more than usual. For some reason there are very few runners in my neighbourhood it seems, although plenty of walkers and cyclists.

I covered exactly 9km all up in a respectable 51:20 - an average pace of 5:42/km which I am quite happy with.

LE JOG: Lost somewhere in the wilds of Cornwall as I am travelling by compass rather than map. All I really know is that I have to keep heading roughly north-east for quite a bit yet until the accents change. Then I can head more directly north. I seem to have lost all trace of Sweder, Ladyrunner et al, so we're clearly on different routes. Last person I asked said, "Runners? No we don't get no runners round these 'ere parts. You ain't from round here are you lad?" I might start travelling by night, just to be safe.

Oh, and thanks guys for the comments ...