NOvember

[Sweder]

Runs have been rare as hen's teeth in recent days. Work has taken over, my legs are battered and sore and every ounce of energy is being poured into this (excellent) World Diabetes Congress. Excuses, excuses.

On the plus side I am not forcing myself to run on tired limbs, but nor am I resting them, either, walking on average 10k plus per day. I'm eating and drinking for two, which will come back to haunt me next week when I return to the icy clasp of Mother England and the reality of The Moyleman being just twelve short weeks away.

Gulp.