December 2013

[Sweder]

Some fair points, well made. I may well be considered an idiot for running in such conditions. I console myself that my rough terrain exploits have, so far at least, steered me clear of bio-mechanical injuries. The risk of the occasional fall on soft mud is, in my book, worth taking if the prize is a robust personal infrastructure. That risk expands, however, when one is the size of a house. I'll need to get back on the fairly straight and incredibly narrow after Christmas.

In truth I was heading for this fall. My body has, as Suzie alluded, had enough. My decline continued as I nursed my woes on the sofa, revisiting Cloud Atlas and Silver Linings Playbook, both intriguing, heart-warming films. But three days on the sick and I couldn't stand it any longer. Blue skies, weak sunshine and an end to the rain-lashed apocalypse drew me out this morning. A modest 2.4 miles at well over nine m/m. I felt pretty good, if tired, pleased to have got round without dining on dirt.

Next up it's Freaky Friday. The (alcohol-free*) office party (in the office, at lunchtime) followed by a tour of Lewes pubs with some of the Lewes FC supporters and staff. Not for the feint hearted.

Season's Greetings to all. I intend to eat and drink too much before crying softly into the mirror and starting a fresh campaign in January. The sadness that this will be the first Boxing Day with no gathering at Mum's is offset by the prospect of plenty of seasonal footie. Come On You Roooooks!

*we all have to work/ drive home afterwards