January 2018

So January, then. Two runs, 39 minutes, and 5.7 kilometres — not exactly the kind of numbers that are going to trouble the record books. The pace was a pedestrian 6:54 per kilometre, which is a generous way of saying I was shuffling rather than running. Still, the Morning Run did at least happen, which given the temperatures and the general persuasiveness of a warm duvet at that hour, feels worth acknowledging. Small victories and all that.

Compared to December, this is actually an improvement — which tells you everything you need to know about December, a month in which I apparently did precisely nothing. So coming off a complete blank, two outings in January represents a 100% increase in effort (I'll take the wins where I can find them). The honest truth is that winter in the UK does a very effective job of talking me out of most things involving lycra and cold air. The goal for the coming months is to build on this slender foundation before I find myself stood at the start of something with absolutely no business being there — which, if history is any guide, is more or less inevitable.

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