A curious thought struck me this evening. It seems to me as if I've been running forever, and yet all my running has been done in
this century. I'm sorry, that probably seems a very banal thing to say. I merely mean to indicate that I've been running quite a long time, and that I still consider the 21st century to be a relatively new thing, so the sudden realisation that all my adult running has been done in relatively recent times seems to me to be rather
odd.
In fact, the years race away from us all too quickly, and it's a little disheartening to realise it's nearly
five long years since I last ran a marathon. If I'd stuck with it through all this time I'd undoubtedly have collected many more race medals by now and be a darn sight quicker than I currently am, which, it must be said, is dead slow. But there's little point speculating on all of the
what ifs and, slow or not, I am at least running again, and I have now completed another week of reasonable base mileage. Whilst that's of no great interest to anyone other than myself I have to say that I'm actually finding it all rather exciting, slow as it may be. The thought that I'll soon enough be running reasonable distances again and perhaps even at a decent pace is actually rather
consuming.
So, it's back to the spreadsheets and formulations, calculations and strategic planning for the next big race. Now
what might that be?
Hmm.
Forward March
