I am claiming a routine. Always a dangerous thing to do, but it's been 4 weeks now so I feel able to put my head over the parapet.
For the last year and a half I have been unable to fit in regular runs around my weekly work schedule. There just aren't enough hours in the day. So inspired by
this article, I thought I'd try fitting them all into the weekend. My injury-protection mantra has always been to never run on consecutive days, but needs must. So far: 4 weekends, 10 runs. Sometimes getting the third one in on the Sunday, sometimes not, depending on whether the available hours evaporate (for example: bottling 40 pints of home brew, fixing a dishwasher).
The mileage is trivial by the resurgent standards around these parts, but that matters little. (Well done everyone by the way - you're an inspiration.) To borrow a phrase from a related field, running is all about application - the application of one foot to the ground followed by the other - so my only goal is to get out there and keep on doing so.
The runs haven't been pretty - quite a bit of trudging round parks during children's activities, while the Garmin slowly counts up to the target distance - but I always feel good afterwards.
And the cycle of not-running-in-the-week-running-at-the-weekend is a new one. Now, not only does the weekend offer its traditional joys, it also provides the bonus of time to run. So I eagerly anticipate the Friday Night Thrash, a short interval session around the field, taken as early as possible so that I can progress to the Friday Night Beer.
Track du weekend below. Just upbeat enough for a tempo run. Made some great albums in the early 80s before he achieved super-saturation and everyone got sick of the sight of him.
Not a live recording - exactly the same as I listened to on my run. Don't remember the leg tourniquet ever being a fashion statement.
