The snowball has started its much harder journey back up the mountain. It’s like some perpetual battle between Good and Evil. This week, Good is fighting back.
Whichever direction I’m moving, whether towards or away from my world record 2 hour marathon, there seems always to be some external momentum propelling me onwards. All things being equal, if I’m running regularly I keep running regularly; if I’m eating badly I keep eating badly.
I said all things being equal. They rarely are. It takes a fairly small pebble on the road to halt the ascent or the decline, and send me back in the other direction. I’d better capitalise on this one while I can, as it’s shockingly successful so far. Only three days in, mind you.
