Update

[El Gordo]

OK, I've had a terrible August, but that's it. It's over.

Tomorrow's September 1st, a good psychological point to make a change.

I've promised myself not to be obsessed with weighing scales and targets; I need to get healthy again, and get moving. I've had a holiday, that's all, and all holidays must end.

I won't run tomorrow; I need at least a couple of days of informal detox, but after that, I'll get moving.

Seems most of us Brits have had a pretty lazy summer - some lazier than others (Nigel's kept the goody-goody flag flying). Our mates in Spain have put us to shame, haring up and down steep mountains in the searing heat, while I've grumbled about my long plods along the canal on a warm Sunday morning. Thanks for the inspiration, guys. I feel suitably scolded.

Tomorrow, here I come.....