at last: a post about running

After the initial excitement of setting up the new blog last Thursday, I lapsed into a mysterious silence. Well, it may have appeared mysterious, but it wasn’t. There’s a simple explanation.

I was sick. Nothing serious, thanks for asking, but it was enough to make blogging seem like a waste of precious energy. All my thought, word and deed was devoted to the task of producing enough snot to drown the titanic, a task with which I met with some success.

I also managed to have my voice drop an octave for the duration and become even quieter than normal. Bliss, joy, jubilee.

So a few days of run-less silence seemed in order, punctuated only by coughs, splutters and pathetic calls for juice and the TV remote.

Pathetic.

I did manage to run last night, although I only use the word in the loosest sense. 16km including a jaunt around Croydon golf course. This morning I had an extremely enjoyable run with AM around the tan. I was going to say “easy” but that didn’t seem to go down all that well last time I said that.

Both runs were a touch sluggish, but not disastrously so.

Now all is back to normal, and you will note I’ve managed a rare three post day. I must be in good form.