March Or Die

[Sweder]

So, a month has come and gone without so much as a squeak from me.
I'm two race reports down and haven't run a step in over three weeks. The reasons are many and all rather dull; work is oppressive, the arrival of two shiny new lurcher pups has delivered an unexpectedly stressful challenge to all at Chez Sweder, not least as I've been on two long-haul trips. The unexpected, unwelcome yet perhaps inevitable (given my lack of running and recent work schedule) arrival of another, altogether darker hound, has dampened my ardour.

The irony is that when stress is high and spirits low running IS the answer. I know this and yet ... and yet I've contrived to throw up any number of spurious obstacles to stop me getting out there. All work and no play makes Ash a dull boy. No running also means no writing. Almeria and Steyning remain scribbled in a notebook I can't bare to open.

As MLCMan pointed out recently in his typically direct antipodean style my own sorry state of affairs is no reason to ignore the valiant efforts of others. I'm afraid I gave him short shrift, burbling something about having done my share over the years, blah blah blah. Truth is I'm in a trough and I need to climb out of it PD-bloody-Q or risk sinking into the hilly mud of RC history.

Marathondan and Stillwaddler are bravely flying the RC flag. You have my full support including physically on the day when I shall take up station with my fellow JDRF supporters to cheer you all on past Brighton's West Pier. Run well and please, bring us vicarious endorphin-infused pleasures via these pages. My own tardiness is no excuse

Farewell March, you ugly, desolate month.
Here's to shiny new April in all her springtime finery.