October 2021

So October was, by any measure, a quieter month than I'd have liked. Twenty activities and just over thirteen hours of moving, which sounds reasonable until you realise that fifteen of those activities were walks — perfectly pleasant in the autumn air, but not exactly the stuff of athletic legend. The running did happen, at least: three runs covering 28.5 kilometres at an average of 5:23 per kilometre, which is fine, though the fact that one of them was literally logged as "Been a while" tells you most of what you need to know about the frequency. I also managed a couple of FiiT workouts indoors, which felt virtuous at the time and probably kept the wheels from falling off entirely.

So compared to September, the drop-off is fairly stark — thirty-seven activities down to twenty, and nearly eighty kilometres of running reduced to less than thirty. September had been genuinely good: nine runs, a couple of Zwift rides around Watopia and Makuri Islands, and sixty-eight achievements including twenty-four personal records, which is the sort of number that makes you feel briefly invincible. October, by contrast, had the unmistakable fingerprints of shortening days, colder mornings, and the general creeping suspicion that the sofa is a perfectly valid training tool. The honest reflection is that the momentum from September didn't carry — and if I've learned anything, it's that it never does on its own.

Summary generated by Claude