April 2013

So April, then. Two runs, 56 minutes of actual moving, and 8.7 kilometres covered at a pace that can most charitably be described as "steady" (less charitably, slow). The elevation gain of a frankly underwhelming 14 metres suggests I found the flattest possible routes and stuck to them, which honestly sounds about right for someone easing themselves gently back into the idea of running rather than just thinking about running. The standout session was a Morning Run, which I'm counting as a win purely on the basis that getting out of bed before work in April in England requires a specific kind of self-delusion.

The comparison with March is, admittedly, not difficult to flatter — March recorded precisely nothing, not a single minute, not a single step that a GPS deemed worth remembering. So in the grand scheme of things, going from zero to two runs is either a promising sign of spring momentum or a reminder of quite how low the bar had dropped (probably both). The longer days are helping, and there's something about April that makes the whole enterprise feel slightly more survivable than it did in February. Whether two runs becomes four in May is, I suppose, the question — history suggests I shouldn't be too confident, but I'm at least pointing in the right direction.

Summary generated by Claude