November 2015

[Sweder]

Trees explode in colour
Yellow! Red! Gold!
Oooh, aaaah,
Cantona

Mud-caked leaves lie
Nature's cartridges, spent
Trampled underfoot
We run on, on

November rolls in
Grey clouds on her shoulders
A musty old stole
Winter is coming

An expectedly tardy start to the month so far.
CWD Friends For Life pretty much wiped out any running options, though I was up on my toes for pretty much five days straight. We're launching a UK Charity in 2016 and I've agreed to be a trustee. There's no doubt I'm on the masochistic end of the spectrum.

Then Bonfire came along. Revelry, burning things, hosting overseas colleagues after FFL, burning things, tasting a variety of regional ales, burning things. This week saw a return to normality and to the hills. The body feels pretty good, if still slightly mishapen. The foulness that caused me to miss my rendezvous with Miss Q and the Fat One seems to be lurking under the skin. I'll temp it out with a run or two.

More base work, standard stuff, 3 to 5 klicks in the morning with plenty of effort being thrown in on these short, sharp sojourns. Next up it's Hamburg for Intermodal, closely followed by a return to Vancouver for the World Diabetes Conference. The runners are in the suitcase.

On, on.