run eighty-seven

This was almost pleasant. Nice location. Around Boston. Two pieces of music fitted my pace really well - Hey Mickey by Toni Basil and Ghost Town by The Specials.

run eighty-six

This was a night run around Boston. The only time I ever really feel like running is when I’ve just got off a plane so this was good. Quite pleased to have gone this far, but did lots of stopping to look at the map because I got a bit lost. Good thing about switching to a new nano is I get Lance congratulating me on my longest run again. That’s good.

run eighty-five

I went. That is all.

run eighty-four

I really am back to square one. Before square one actually. I am old, fat and pathetic. But there’s only one solution, start again. Off we go. The plan is to follow the penguin. Run every other day. A minute more every time. Simple as that.

run eighty-three - why, yes I have

I’ve gained rather a lot of weight since I left Nike. This was my weight about the time I left, about a year ago:

Not great. But not bad. This is my weight in May of 2007. About a month after the ankle incident when I stopped running. I dread to think what it might be now.

But anyway, today, I went running again. Not far. Not fast. But it’s a start. Again.

ankle

bugger. I managed to fall down some stairs yesterday and twist my ankle. Now it’s all swollen and painful. So I can’t run or walk much. Maybe I should go swimming.

run eighty-two

I went. That’s all that matters here. I went.

run eighty-one

A treadmill in a hotel gym. About the most soulless running you can do. And I forgot my headphones and had nothing to listen to as I stared at the blank wall for 20 minutes. Still, at least I went. And that, we must assume, is the important thing.

ride one

A big day of cycling today. A badly planned sequence of meetings led me from home to Clapham Junction, to home, to Battersea, to Shoreditch to home. According to my HRM this was three hours and 27 minutes of cycling (though I may have left it on during at least one meeting) and represented 2,108 calories. If I did that everyday then I suspect weight loss would be easy, but I’m not sure I’ve got the time. It was neccesary today though because it was supposed to offset this:

run eighty

This feels like starting again. At the end of last summer I was almost under 14 stone, now I’m almost over 16. Bugger. Oh well. I must learn from my man The Penguin and just start waddling again. Just went for 20 minutes but at least it’s a start. Big cycle ride tomorrow.