February 2020

So February, then. Thirty-six activities and just shy of 994 minutes of actual moving — which sounds respectable until you hold it up against January's 54 activities and 1,729 minutes and realise it's roughly a third less of everything. The running dropped to five sessions covering 43 kilometres, which at least had the decency to include some hill repeats (my legs still haven't forgiven me for those), and there was a pleasing uptick in swimming with eight sessions and 9.5 kilometres in the pool, which I'm choosing to interpret as cross-training rather than quietly avoiding the cold. Four rides appeared too, mostly commutes into and out of London by the look of the names, so I'll claim those as purposeful rather than accidental exercise. Rounding things out were seven FiiT workouts indoors and eleven walks, including a wander around Brighton and what I can only assume was a gentler outing with Nell, who I suspect set the pace.

So compared to January, it's a fairly significant step back — and honestly, February in Britain doesn't exactly make you want to be outside more than is strictly necessary. January had 95 kilometres of running alone, fuelled no doubt by the kind of early-year optimism that doesn't survive contact with a dark, wet Tuesday morning in February. The mix shifted noticeably indoors, which is either sensible adaptation or a slow surrender to the sofa — probably somewhere in between. The FiiT workouts at least kept something ticking over, and the swimming is genuinely building, which is no bad thing. The question going into March is whether I can drag the running back up before whatever race I've inevitably half-committed to comes around faster than my training has.

Summary generated by Claude