September

[Sweder]

I'm all too well aware of the Curse of Five, old chap.
I simply cannot shift this permanent beer barrel that looms over my belt. Oh, hang on ... it's full of beer! All joking aside, I'm finding weight loss through exercise alone is futile. I may have to stop shovelling copious amounts of food and drink down my neck. This is harder than I thought.

Call me naive, but I feel my best is yet to come.
*puts on The Optimist Of Nine Elms, weeps softly*
No, really. A half PB may be beyond me. Perhaps I'll never break 100 minutes. And yet ...
Something somewhere in the back of my noggin tells me I can. I can work harder, certainly smarter, than I have in training.

But for the Big One? The 26.2? I'm convinced I can improve. Brighton gave me a glimpse of what's possible, even with a lousy five weeks leading into the race. It's not so much age as life - work, other commitments, stuff - that gets in my way.

But I do need to address two areas or all this is just tish and piffle.
Weight loss.
Core strength.

Everything else is simply getting out there and getting on with it.