Heavy traffic on the Thames

[marathondan]

Not for the first time, things haven't panned out quite as planned. I decided against the half in September as it will be the first weekend of school. I'll probably be panicking, and can do without an activity that will take up Sunday morning and then take me out for the afternoon.

So I'm picking off the odd 3 miles here, 5 miles there, a couple of times a week. No sessions, all what the consistent runner would call junk miles. Once again, I'm called to question why I run. Or, more appropriately these days, why I ran. Again it seems clear that for years I've been running to escape boredom and lack of challenge in my everyday life. There's little sign of those these days, so the running mojo is having an existential crisis.

But late-night lesson planning sessions, fuelled by cheese and biscuits or bowls of sugary cereal, are making their mark on my waistline. There won't be much chance during term-time, but I need to get back into some good running habits for the health benefits, if nothing else. That's the reason I originally took up the sport.

Running is still the answer. Perhaps the question has changed.