June... my goodness how the time has flewn

[Sweder]

My Dear Mr Charlie Cat,
I'm afraid I'm remarkably fat
I must tell you, I fear
That I've drunk too much beer
And that, mate, is pretty much that

Still, I'll be back from Der Nederlands at the weekend and waddling about in no time.
Glaconman boastful? What tosh. We're each an experiment of one, not one performance comparable with another. I have mates who knock out Parkruns in under 19 minutes every week and others posting PBs in the high twenties. It's all relative, but only in a meaningful way when comparing one's self to oneself.

It's when Runkeeper tells me 'congratulations! That's your 8th fastest 4.7 k run' (when I've only done 8) that I get really depressed about my running times. These 'not quite training, just keeping my hand (feet) in' outings are jolly important. Got to keep the wheels spinning, what?
Pip pip.