July Hibernation

[Mid Life Crisis Marathon Man]

OK I’m really properly running again. Three runs in three days and I’m feeling much better. But is running the answer, as I keep saying, or is it just a welcome distraction? Am I deeply, seriously happy again, or am I just sincerely deluding myself? To be honest, I don’t care that much. My beer tastes so much better now, and that’s very important.

In a vaguely related aside, let me say I agreed with much (if not all) of what Marcus Brigstocke said in glaconman’s BBC pointer, and today’s post-run beer made me wonder if organised religion wouldn’t benefit from a few post-hard-run beers too. In fact I know it would.

Today’s run was a gentle 5km hill climb (in as much as any hill climb can be said to be “gentle” – perhaps “slow” is a better description) done pretty comfortably I’m pleased to say, although not without an acute awareness of just how much work there is ahead of me.

But I also know it’s do-able. That’s a great feeling!

Track du jour was a close-run thing. I wanted to give it to Abba’s Waterloo (seriously, try running to it, it’s great), and Billy Idol’s White Wedding was right up there, if only because of his constant exhortations that “it’s a nice day to start again”, but in the end I gave the gong to the Dead Kennedy’s Holiday in Cambodia, for no other reason than I really, really like it.

Keep plodding, enlightened ones.