Did the recent silence signify the visitation of some new gluttonous catastrophe about which I had to keep quiet?
No. Just the opposite. Since last Tuesday’s gloomy plod through the twilit backstreets of the running universe, I’ve had three great runs including a peaceful 6 miles yesterday – my first trip back along the canal since last month’s train disaster. Nothing remains to remind us that it happened.
I’ve also had two long, unconventional cross-training sessions, with the result that we have a new beech hedge planted. Hard work but a thrillingly raw and manly activity for early winter afternoons as the light fades…
Another tough task achieved this past weekend was the arrival at a decision about my spring marathon. Would it be Padua or Madrid? I toyed with the idea of one, then the other. Suddenly, at last, the answer seemed obvious, and I was able to go ahead and book my place.
April 24th, I’ll be running the marathon in… Hamburg.
This week is the start of my 4-weeks of base training before the real training schedule starts after Christmas. Four weeks when I have to get the routine right and run a steady 20-25 miles each week.
This is it, lads.
