Schleptember

[Mid Life Crisis Marathon Man]

It's Sunday.

Sunday should, according to most training schedules, be long, slow run day. However today it's my Friday, my working week being Wednesday through Sunday this week, and I have time for just one desultory short, slow run before running through the shower, falling into my work clothes and collapsing onto the train which will take me to work.

As a run it was less than brilliant, my spreadsheet telling me that my pace today was the slowest in nearly three weeks. Being my 'Friday' however, and buggered with it, it's nothing to worry about. It was my fourth run for the week and gave me a modest total of a little over 20km across the four runs. Not, you might say, anything to actually write about, but there you go. Modest as it is, that's where I'm at, and at this early stage of the campaign it's completely fine. I mean, at least I'm getting out there a few times each week. Pace and distance will come automatically as the discipline turns to routine.

Right. Tuesday then will be my 'long' slow day ... probably no more than 10km or so at this stage, but that's also fine.

We're getting there. It feels a bit like pulling off a Band-Aid very slowly, but that's OK; there's no rush. There's plenty of time..!