run eighty-eight
September 14, 2007

Not so good. Probably because it was 7am. Had to be to fit it into a travel day. But I’m quite pleased to be that dedicated.
run eighty-seven
September 13, 2007

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
September 9, 2007

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
September 5, 2007

I went. That is all.
run eighty-four
September 3, 2007

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
August 13, 2007

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
April 25, 2007
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
April 20, 2007
I went. That’s all that matters here. I went.

run eighty-one
April 18, 2007
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
April 17, 2007
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:












