Stoptober 2012

[Sweder]

Before Movember descends upon us we now have Stoptober, a month where people are encouraged to give up sinful pursuits. I've toyed with the idea of a booze ban, but with a golf trip to Cork in the company of SP, Captain Tom and the Tipster on the horizon that's not going to happen. So, I'm laying off bread. Cue bunting, marching bands and dancing in the streets.

As ever, being away for work makes running a tough proposition. I managed a paltry 2.2 miles yesterday evening, plodding heavily around the rain-slicked suburban streets of Acocks Green. All the way laconic traffic kept me company, cars hissing by, headlights shimmering in the enfolding gloom. It was a thing of ugliness, no redeeming features, except perhaps the solace to be found in 'getting out there' when a quick change of togs and a hop into the heart of the city would have been so much easier.

I'll get out there again early tomorrow morning before a return home late on Friday. There's the prospect of a very early Sunday run with the Jog Shop crew to look forward to. They're ramping things up with a pre-JSJ twenty-miler, so I'll escort them to the Wire before tramping back along the cliff tops to complete a modest eight miles, my longest run since the Seaford Half, way back in June.

Softly, softly, catchee monkey.