Rocktober 2013

[Sweder]

Back on it safely, thanks G. Whilst fitness lies smouldering in the embers of honest toil, I've managed to stave off the lard.

The temperature here has dropped significantly since I've been on the road. The lure of a fireside pint pulls like the centrifugal force on a politicians briefing, yet I remain braced for abstinence. Or is it Absinthe?

Everything ACHES. Curse those hard-hearted trade-show halls with their unyielding concrete floors. Rivulets of agony run up and down my sinews, nano-rats gnawing at my running confidence. They remind me of the folly of catch-up. I'm at least three long runs and a dozen mid-week blasts down. I've not covered 21k in one go since early summer. I will have to build in my usual fashion: haphazardly, lurching from session to session. Throw enough fitness mud at this old carcass and some of it usually sticks. Too much and I'll get sucked into the mire of injury and fatigue.

Modern life, eh?
'There's always next year' is ear-marked for my headstone.
On, on.