February 2019

February then. Twenty-one activities and just over eight hours of moving, which on paper sounds quite respectable for the shortest month of the year — and one that, let's be honest, does its level best to make you want to stay on the sofa. The running was the backbone of it, ten sessions covering 53 kilometres at around five-fifty per kilometre, including a handful of outings around Horsham and what I'm logging as Great Britain (the country, not some grandiose statement of intent). Six of those runs were indoors, which tells you everything you need to know about February mornings in the south of England. I also managed to get back on the bike properly — six rides, 28 kilometres, a chunk of that as commuting — and kept the swimming ticking over with five pool sessions that brought me to 5.6 kilometres in the water, which I was quietly pleased about.

So comparing that to January, the step up is fairly encouraging — four more activities, a hundred more minutes, nearly five more kilometres running, and almost triple the time on the bike. The swimming distance nearly doubled too, which I'll take. January had a solitary weight training session in it that hasn't reappeared in February, though I suspect that says more about gym motivation in midwinter than any coherent training decision. The average running heart rate has come down a touch as well, which probably means I'm either getting fitter or just going slightly slower (could be both). Going forward the base feels like it's building in the right direction — the question, as ever, is whether I can keep this up once work gets busy again and the alarm goes off in the dark.

Summary generated by Claude