October 2014

So October was, by any reasonable measure, a quiet one. Eight rides, 123 minutes in the saddle, 35.7 kilometres — all of it on Boris Bikes, which I suppose counts as cycling in the same way that a brisk walk to the fridge counts as a workout. No running at all, which says something, though I'm not entirely sure what. On the bright side, I did rack up 17 personal records on those Boris Bike commutes, which either means I was flying through the streets of London or, more likely, that the bar had been set reassuringly low.

Compare that to September — 43 activities, over 900 minutes, 56 kilometres of running including an actual race — and October looks like I'd decided sport was something that happened to other people. To be fair, the clocks go back, the mornings get dark, the evenings get cold, and suddenly the sofa has a gravitational pull that no training plan has ever adequately accounted for. So the drop-off isn't entirely surprising, just a little deflating when you see it written down like that. The question going into November is whether this is a temporary dip or the beginning of a longer hibernation — and if I'm honest with myself, it could go either way.

Summary generated by Claude