June 2015

June was, by my own modest standards, a fairly busy month. 24 activities across running and cycling — 443 minutes of actually moving, which felt like a lot until I remembered that's still under eight hours spread across a whole month. The riding dominated, with 17 outings covering 40-odd kilometres, a fair chunk of which were Boris Bike commutes through London (so not exactly Froome-esque suffering, but it counts). The running held its own too — seven runs, 42 kilometres, which at my 7-minute-per-kilometre average means I was out there for nearly five hours in total, which is a polite way of saying I was moving at a pace most people would describe as "brisk walking."

So compared to May, which was a fairly embarrassing five activities and 125 minutes total (three of which were on Zwift, the spiritual home of people who can't face going outside), June represents a fairly dramatic uptick. The honest reason is probably just that it got lighter and warmer, and it turns out I am almost entirely motivated by not being cold or wet in the dark — who knew. Seven PRs on the bike is genuinely pleasing, even if some of those segments are a minute long on a towpath. Going forward, the question is whether this is the start of something or just a June blip; history suggests the latter, but I'd quite like to prove myself wrong for once.

Summary generated by Claude