September

[Sweder]

Squeezed in a cheeky little five miler at lunchtime today. I'm working at home anyway - not a euphemism for a skive (that's tomorrow - golf). I'm building an app for my business. Yes, I know, and no, I don't know what I'm doing. But there are a series of self help websites designed to have Luddites like me tied in knots for days and nights, and I'm just the sucker to go for them.

Overcast skies greeted us (the dogs had waited for me to stop typing, at first impatient, roaming about whining, latterly resigned, slumped on their beds in my office, watching me from behind furrowed brows, issuing the occasional heavy sigh). The cloud formations were far from dull. Across the ridge of the Big W lay a rolled duvet of a cloud-head, running the full length of the hills, looking a lot like the on-rushing alien cloud banks in Independence Day, the risible yet enjoyable Will Smith vehicle of the mid 1990s.

I slogged along into a medium headwind, determined to go 'all the way' to Blackcap. Yesterday I'd left my morning run late, but with the urgent call of the Big City in my ears I'd cut the run to barely three miles. After two weeks of running most days my legs feel OK. They still feel generally weak, as in lack of miles, yet I can detect improvement. More of the same to come next week, with the promise of a longer Sunday run at the end. Today I entered the Lewes Downland Ten, a tough ten miler scheduled for October seventh. I won't be in the sort of shape needed to get close to my PB, but it will tell me where I'm at, and hopefully spur me on to bigger and better things. 2007 LDT Report.

Track du jour: Van Halen, Runnin' With The Devil