7 December 2008

I'm glad I never set a schedule, because if I did I'd be well behind by now.

Last SundayI ran for the first time in a few weeks - with new running shoes and headphones and still the same level of beer belly, the phrase 'all the gear and no idea' might have applied. At 6.5 miles it was a good, solid run, if not an epic distance (I was hoping to do ten miles by now). I felt back on track, but I sandwiched the run between a surf on Saturday and football on Monday, and thoroughly overdid it and I've been a bit ill since.

All this was compounded when I met up with an old friend who is also training for a marathon. Not only does he have one booked, but he also runs around three times a week. That's OK, I thought, football counts as a run. But he plays football too. All in all, it makes my fortnightly slogs look pretty pathetic.

I'm still confident I'll get back on track - I feel fit (apart from being a bit ill), healthy (apart from being a bit ill) and happy (apart from being a bit ill), so things are on my side. Ten miles before christmas? I hope so.