May 2010

[Sweder]

Just one solitary plod to report since that optimistic barefoot outing.
An upper respiratory infection - quelle surprise! - checked in at the end of last week, stayed for the weekend and has since refused to leave. I dragged myself out on Sunday in an effort to shake the bugger off but to no avail. Ended up completing a sluggish five miles and wishing I hadn't bothered. I've also piled on the pounds since Connemara. The race seems to have ignited an appetite that shows no sign of quitting, horribly dangerous when the drive and opportunity to run are limited.

I was alarmed to see just 47.49 paltry kilometres banked this month, my lowest monthly total in 2010 by some margin. This in turn reminded me of the need to revisit Le Jog and add a couple of months' worth to my route. I spent over an hour on Tuesday lunchtime painstakingly tracking my progress from Exmoor National Park up past Bristol and Clifden, across the Severn Bridge, on up to Llantony Abbey and the wild hills of Welsh Wales. I'm still using the old version of MapMyRun and to my horror, having elected to stop for a bite to eat, I found the bastard thing wouldn't save my changes. I'm not about to go through that again so I'm seeking a way to migrate my current map to the new software, or just junk the route and start mapping from scratch.
Very. Bloody. Annoying.

I've almost slain the Connemara Race report dragon. It's been a painful exercise and one I'll not repeat. In future I'll simply brain dump my reports, slap them on the arse and post them up; publish and be damned. It's the only way for me I'm afraid.

Great to see El Gordo back in the writer's saddle with some excellent pieces on coffee, short-change, politics and a plan to return to form. Hopefully he'll inspire the rest of us to get scribbling. Or, in my case, tapping. Slowly.