October 2023

So October, then. Twenty-four activities and just over eighteen hours of moving about the place, which on paper sounds reasonably respectable until you notice that fifteen of those activities were walks. To be fair, the walking was no small thing — 84 kilometres and 1,425 metres of elevation, which is considerably more climbing than my legs were expecting from what I'd mentally filed as "light activity." The running took something of a back seat, with five sessions covering 29 kilometres at 5:45 per kilometre, a pace that suggests I was perhaps enjoying the autumn scenery a little too much. A couple of HIIT sessions got squeezed in too, though at an average heart rate of 119 I'm not entirely sure my body noticed.

Compared to September, the drop-off is fairly stark — thirty-five activities down to twenty-four, and over sixty kilometres of running reduced to under thirty. September's thirteen runs feel like they belong to a different, more motivated person. (They do, slightly — the mornings were lighter then, and there's a particular kind of willpower required to lace up when it's dark, cold, and the sofa is right there.) So the shift towards walking makes a certain amount of sense, even if I won't pretend it was entirely by design. The question going into November, with the days getting shorter and the weather getting less negotiable, is whether I can hold onto some semblance of running consistency before it quietly disappears until March.

Summary generated by Claude