Rocktober 2013

[Sweder]

There's been so little running to report here lately I almost missed the arrival of a new month. This week I managed three similar sessions - hill sprints and warm-downs over a hilly three mile course.

As ever, work is the curse of the running classes. I admire Dan and Graham, who seem able to summons the energy - of, if you will, the will - to run despite debilitating days at the grindstone. The recent flurry of events - I'm at another airport now, heading for my third major event in four weeks - has exacted a toll I've been unable to fund without depleting my physical resources.

After Hamburg I have a three week window through which I can peer ever more fearfully towards Hobart. I will have to reinvest carefully in a body withered by walking 12 kilometres a day on rock hard floors amidst the fumes and chaos of an exhibition build. C'est la vie; t'was ever thus, in Swederville.

On, on.