September ... why isn't it Nontember?

[Mid Life Crisis Marathon Man]

The time hath come.

This is it. Tomorrow morning, about 5 a.m. I am heading into the streets for my first run in quite a few weeks. It will be short, ugly, probably painful and almost certainly embarrassing. But it will be, at least by definition, a run.

I shall report back (assuming I don't die from cardiac arrest) sometime thereafter.

And in case you were wondering why I don't just go out and hit the streets now, instead of all this tedious writing about it, the answer lies in having imbibed of slightly too much montepulciano ... a sort of condemned man's last request. And also, the mysterious fact that over the years I have turned the tables one-eighty-degrees and become pretty much a dedicated early morning runner, erm, that is to say, when I actually do get out there.

Which will be tomorrow. Just see if it isn't. Doesn't. Whatever.

Cheers.

Why would you want to put yourself through all that again? - Sting