February 2010

February, then. Two runs, 16.3 kilometres, and 117 minutes of what I'm generously calling training. It's not exactly the kind of month that's going to trouble the record books, although I did apparently manage one PR in there somewhere, which feels like it was more about the bar being set comfortably low than any great athletic breakthrough. The highlight — if we're stretching the word that far — was a Morning Run that at least got me out of the door while most sensible people were still in bed. So, two outings in the entirety of February. I'll take it.

The honest comparison with January doesn't make for particularly flattering reading. January gave me three runs, 22.4 kilometres, and a pace of 6:32 per kilometre, which means February was not only fewer kilometres but slower ones — dropping back to 7:09 per kilometre, which is the kind of pace that suggests I was either being very cautious or very cold (probably both, this being February in England). The drop in volume is the sort of thing that happens when it's dark by four o'clock and the pavements are doing their best impression of a skating rink. So the question going into March is whether I can claw back some consistency, because two runs a month is less a training plan and more a vague intention.

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