NOvember

[Sweder]

Since cresting the summit of Mount Wellington I appear to have ingested the mountain's mass in red meat. Australia offers a feast for carnivores, washed down with tasty local ales and a bewildering array of excellent wines. I've taken full advantage, and now closely resemble the fellow in the Southern Comfort ads.



As has just been discussed on MLCMMan's current thread, there is much work to be done before March. 'Beware the Ides of March' for the Moyleman is waiting to crush the ill-prepared, not to mention the Lardy and the Weak.

Long runs will be key. Short, focused mid-week sessions, certainly, but time on your feet is what is needed to cover the Big Distance. Looking back on the heady days of Steyning, (unofficial) sub 1:40 halfs and the mighty Two Oceans, this was our mantra. Don't settle for twenty miles on a Sunday when twenty-three were needed.
Suck it up, big Fella. Feel the burn. You'll thank me in the long run.

I will continue to over-indulge this week, hanging out with the Great and the Good from the world of Diabetes. Oh, the irony! But, deep in my fat-encrusted heart, I'll know that every extra bite, every drop of ale, is another step further away from the summit of Mount Caburn.

A long road lies ahead.