January 2017

[Sweder]

A poor time of late, on the running front.

Illness - full blown ManFluTM - has taken a toll, as has some serious and unexpected work pressure.
January is usually a time for clearing out the warehouse, literally taking stock, and prepping for the new year. One of our best clients decided to launch a massive RFP offensive, culminating in me missing the first four days of our planned family holiday. That this coincided with a few days of vicious lurghie is of little comfort. My family send me daily missives from the Bahamas, leaving me certain I'd have recovered faster in warmer climes. C'est la Vie.

I strap myself to an unfeasibly large aircraft first thing, catching the others just as they peel themselves off the beach to hop across to Havana where we plan to stay in an actual house with yer actual Cubans, innit? No idea where Alf Garnet came from, sorry. An open-topped classic* American car tour and nightly salsa sessions are top of the bill. I don't see much room for running but, as ever, I've packed my runners, more in hope than expectation.

*old and buggered

Lard-wise, things have slipped a tad. Like MLCMMan, I've doggedly eschewed the loaf. Unlike my inverted friend, I have not stayed true, snacking on motorway service station sandwiches a little too often of late. I've noticed an instant affect on my waistband. Beer, as ever, remains part of my balanced diet. The 2Bs have conspired to cause inflation. I'll do well to shift any timber in the next ten days.

Good luck to all on the road to Almeria. I'l post evidence of anything like a run here as and when it happens.
On, on.