April May be alright.

[Mid Life Crisis Marathon Man]

Running from Trump and Jong.

Well, more likely it's just perfectly normal paranoia on my part, so I'll press on for now, but I shall pay particular attention to any squeaks or rattles that come from odd places in the body ... no, wait, that's the car. I'll pay particular attention to any aches or pains that pop up unexpectedly about my anatomy, but thus far all is quiet on the injury front ... touch wood.

I am approaching 100km for the month already, and the runs are harder and faster now, so I am regaining some of my form from a couple of years back. Where it leads, we shall see.

Like a bolt from the blue it hits me.   I've become the picture of Dorian Gray to your running.  Whilst you leap and bound taking no heed of the aches and pains of runs past, I increasingly suffer from aliments, blisters and fatigue.  The more you thrive on that treadmill, the more I plummet to the depths of running despair.    There is of course only one answer...

You're going to murder Basil? Seems a bit extreme, old chap.