She may sound like an Irish property company, but Kelly Holmes is actually our latest star of the Olympics. How good to see someone who’s struggled for so long, finally get the prize she’s been reaching for.
Received the latest edition of Runners World this morning. I describe it as the latest edition, but quite honestly, I’m never sure. They should make the date more prominent on the cover, because I swear this is the main difference from one month to the next. I enjoy reading it, but it’s terribly formulaic. I long for some good, reflective writing on running, more emphasis on the slower end of the field, and more wackiness.
Among the articles that seems to be repeated each month is one called 5 Weeks To The Shape Of Your Life: Leaner, Stronger, Faster. My eyes tend to wander, glassily, through these pieces, hoovering up minor nuggets of information here and there, and tips which I throw into a box at the back of my mind labelled Interesting Ideas I’ll Never Get Round To. I read this article today, and wondered if people ever follow these plans and introduce all these things into the routine. Probably not, I decided. Then something weird happened. I had an idea that scared me. It scared me so much that I felt my hair do a sort of Mexican wave as the idea passed across my head. But the thought had been thunk, and there was no way of unthinking it. Yes. I thought: why don’t I try following this plan? Not because it’s new and interesting, but just… Just what? Just to see, I suppose. And perhaps to give the next few weeks’ training a boot up the jacksie.
But I need to think about this…
