Auspicious August

[Mid Life Crisis Marathon Man]

Winter seems to run about a month late these days, so August down here is really mid-winter. Certainly it is our snowiest month, but despite that there are camellias in bloom and even the first signs of bud burst on some of the trees about the place. But it is still darn cold. And dark. And wet. Winter colds and the flu virus are felling people like flies at the office. I've been gamely fighting it off for the last few days but am slowly succumbing. My hot curry trick isn't working this time.

I thought winter was bad enough down here, but then I discovered this quote from the venerable Lord Byron: The English winter - ending in July, to recommence in August.

And somehow that made me feel better.

Despite the lurgified start, I am confident this will be an excellent month of running for me. I reckon there might even be a PB or two in it somewhere.

But for the moment, it's back to the germ-ridden office for another day of virus-defying activity. Run-wise, well we shall see what this evening brings.