Not much to tell you I'm afraid. No-vember follows on from not-much-ctober on the running front. I've managed a few gentle plods in between wrangling man flu and traveling the globe. My waistline is showing signs of recovery (not in a good way) and my ardure for my running mistressed appears to have cooled.
This is, as I'm sure you know, cyclical. Illness (always this time of year) apathy (strikes as and when it fancies) and inconvenience combine to scupper my best-laid Ultimate Fitness ™ plans. So it was with the (aborted) 200 sit-ups program, and so it has been with my pre-Almeria, injury-free build-up.
On a positive note we delivered a stonking 2nd Friends For Life conference in Windsor last weekend. If you ever wondered about the impact our humble gathering might have on families living with type 1 diabetes, check out these parent comments. Caution: a healthy supply of kleenex may be useful.
Far less forgiveable is my failure to keep abreast of all things RC. There are people running out there - hats off to you - yet I find when inactive myself I become detached from the fraternity. This is partly self-preservation; I'm a jealous type and the thought of friends and colleagues piling up the miles whilst I wallow in self-pity and jet-lag leaves me a little frosty.
A doff of the cap to Niguel, sole survivor of Le Jog. I had intended to catch up, suffered a series of upload failures and finally threw my hands in the air screaming 'will nobody rid me of this troublesome software?' Four good knights rode out and slew Sir Thomas-a-MapMyRun in the dead of night. I confess to occasional pangs of guilt, but frankly when errant software starts to take over any part of your life it's time to say 'fcuk it'.
I'm typing this in Carluccio's at Heathrow's T5, parked next to THE couple from Diddleyboing Idaho. The silver-haired gent has more crags in his face than Mount Rushmore and a voice like Walter Matthau. I'd audioboo him if the ambient noise in here wouldn't ruin it. Speaking of AudioBoo I did a little recording at Lewes Bonfire last night (as those on Twitter know all too well). Here for your delectation is a Boo and a Youtube link from last night's festivities.
Off now to Rio for the TOC Conference. I've packed my runners, my Vibram FiveFingers and a copy of Born to Run. If I manage a plod across the sands of Ipanema you'll be the first to hear of it.[/color]
The harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph
