September 2010

So September turned out to be a fairly decent month by my recent standards, which admittedly isn't saying a great deal. Three runs, 29.4 kilometres, and just shy of three and a half hours on my feet — the legs are at least remembering what they're supposed to do. The pace was hovering around 7:07 per kilometre, which is comfortable without being anything to write home about, and 227 metres of elevation suggests I wasn't entirely avoiding the hills (or more likely, the hills were unavoidable). The standout was that Morning Run, which I'm taking as evidence that getting out before the day gets in the way is still the most reliable strategy I have.

Compared to August, which was, let's be honest, a write-off — one run, 4 kilometres, 25 minutes, barely enough to count as a warm-up — September at least looks like I meant it. The slightly cooler autumn air probably helped; there's something about September in England that makes you feel like you should be doing something productive before it gets properly dark and grim. So the volume is up, the distance is up, and the consistency is there if three runs can be called consistent. Whether October builds on this or quietly slides back into excuses, we'll see — but the intention is good, and sometimes that's the best I can offer.

Summary generated by Claude