It’s been a while since I updated the blog for a variety of reasons. Business, injuries and largely laziness. But here I am, stood in the North Sea, winding down and making a long-awaited return to the blog.
How did I get here? Well I ran, of course. Metaphorically and physically. Having hit 30 recently I seem to be picking up lots of injuries and so my running has been stop start. I’d pick it up, be hitting 3 mile runs then would twist an ankle or damage my heel playing football an I’d be back on the couch for a month.
I’m only just getting back into the swing of things again with the running. I pushed myself to do six miles with the treat of a plods at the beach as my reward. Generally I’ve been running about 3-4 miles but I feel good right now.
I’ll have a leisurely walk back the 2 miles home but I’m well aware that this sort of thing won’t be available come the winter. Sure, there’ll be endless miles of the world to run but the North Sea in December? No chance.
Right, I’m off to dry myself off.