September 2022

So September, then. Twenty-seven activities, just over eighteen hours of moving about, which sounds reasonably industrious until you realise that twenty-four of those were walks. I clocked up 95 kilometres on foot across the month, which I'm choosing to frame as solid aerobic base work rather than evidence that I've essentially become a golden retriever. The running was... present, if not exactly prolific — three runs totalling 15 kilometres, all of them indoor (including one session I've logged, with characteristic optimism, as "Hotel Dreadmill"), at an average pace of 5:47 per kilometre and a heart rate that suggests my body at least thought it was trying. So not a month that's going to trouble the record books, but the legs were moving and the lungs were functioning, which frankly I'll take.

Compared to August, the drop-off is fairly stark — forty activities and nearly thirty-three hours of effort down to twenty-seven activities and just over eighteen, with the running falling from nine sessions and nearly 57 kilometres to three sessions and 15. August had rowing, weight training, even a swim (logged magnificently as "Cheeky laps," all seven minutes and 200 metres of it), and a much more varied programme overall. It's autumn now, the mornings are dark earlier than seems strictly necessary, and something clearly gave way between the end of summer and the start of September — whether that was motivation, a busy patch, or simply the realisation that it's cold and the treadmill is miserable. So the honest reflection is that the walking kept the streak alive, but if October is going to mean anything, it probably needs at least a few more runs that aren't in a hotel basement.

Summary generated by Claude