The first race of the year may arrive sooner than expected. Yorkshire beckons this weekend, and I’ve spied a handy local 10K that could fill a hole rather nicely. I’ll say nothing more at this stage: there are some choppy domestic waters to negotiate. Know what I mean, chaps?
A chilly 3½ miles this morning. I was out by about 6:30, amazed at how light it is at this time now. The darkness has its own richness and its own challenges, but there’s nothing quite like being able to see the world when you run.
The best thing about today’s jaunt was that I could really feel the effect of losing a few pounds recently. My weight targets for Silverstone and Bath (11 and 18 days away respectively) might just be reached after all. The greatest incentive is the knowledge that it makes such a difference.
That’s all, folks. I need an early night.
Closing thought:
Q. How do you kill a circus?
A. Go for the juggler…
Sorry…
