May 2011

So May was, by my standards at least, a reasonably productive month. Four runs totalling just over 23 kilometres and around two and a half hours of moving, which feels like the kind of base I should probably be maintaining all year but somehow never quite manage. The average pace sat at a shade over six minutes per kilometre, which is comfortable enough that I wasn't suffering, but honest enough that I wasn't exactly flying either. The morning runs were the backbone of it — there's something about a spring morning that makes dragging yourself out of bed fractionally less painful than it is in February.

Compared to April, which managed just two runs and a touch under 13 kilometres, May was nearly double the volume, and I'd like to pretend that's down to discipline and a structured training plan rather than simply the fact that it stopped being so relentlessly grim outside. The longer evenings help too — it's remarkable how much more willing I am to put my trainers on when it isn't pitch black by half four. So the trend is moving in the right direction, which is encouraging, though I'm aware that saying "the trend is moving in the right direction" in June is exactly the kind of thing I'll be reading back ruefully in October. The goal now is to keep the consistency going rather than let a busy week at the office quietly unravel the whole thing.

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