September

[Sweder]

I ran on Wednesday, the usual eight kilometre hilly slog. Under fifty minutes so a reasonable effort. Thursday I walked it, reasoning a rest day would be a good idea. Wrong! As often happens when I start or step up training I've picked up a minor sniffle, more a head cold than anything. Elected to take the weekend off then and see how I feel on Monday morning.

In a strange synchronicity with the much-hyped return of Strictly to Saturday nights I managed a full three-and-a-half-minute (felt like an hour) cha-cha cha with Mrs S at Phoebe's dance school anniversary dinner. Being me I also managed to pull a tendon in my left foot (the one on top of the foot/ankle intersection), although the generous appreciation of the onlookers, mostly mothers whos husbands had managed to dodge this particular bullet, was well worth it.

Good luck to Steepler who even as I write is hurtling around a city marathon somewhere (Munster?) in Germany.
Look forward to hearing all about it next week.