September

[glaconman]

I was ruminating this morning about how my running has changed over the last decade. It used to revolve around big challenges that I was doing for the first time. Interspersed with periods of white-space.

But it now seems to have settled into a routine of regular training thoughout the year whilst doing the same races over and over.

Maybe, as the saying goes, this is what success looks like. The ability to maintain fitness knowing that you can reach-up and execute the same tests at a similar standard.

And I would imagine that if you're struggling with injury, or circumstance, then reading about somebody who can do that, and who has a matter-of-fact style of communication, could be quite ... trying. Although getting upto any kind of cruising speed, and staying there, represents alot of effort when you add it all up.

I like the fact that races mark the passage of time and offer waymarkers on route to my first knee replacement. Whenever that may be.

But perhaps there is scope for something different. Something outside the routine. Should I be contemplating the 'm' word? It does, after all, seem to be the beating heart of this small community.

Anyway, Ilkley Incline tonight. Again. A steep mile. Around 9 minutes of rummaging around in the deepest recesses of my heart and lungs.