Epic fail
*Sniff* So that was the month of November. An unmitigated disaster on the running front due in large part to the dogged persistence of a wheeze-inducing, mucus-generating cold. Maddeningly I managed just three run-commutes which totalled less than the required thirty three kilometres to register for Virtual Runner UK’s Poppy Challenge (or more specifically to be able to gain one of their strikingly designed medals). What makes matters worse – writing this on the eve of the AdventRunning challenge - is that there aren’t any signs of the illness abating, which isn’t helped by the prolonged absence of a decent night’s kip (scientists monitoring people’s sleep patterns reckon that if you clock less than seven hours you’re three times more likely to get sick than those who slept for at least eight hours). Suffice to say that none of the above stopped me from packing my running kit this morning in the naïve hope that I’d be able to miraculously shake off my winter woes and squeeze in a lunchtime run in the driving rain (needless to add, I didn’t).
Epilogue: please excuse the inescapable fact that these musings are more about the frustrations of not being able to exercise than the experience of running itself. Here’s hoping for an extended period when I’m not blighted by a soundtrack of chesty coughs and can finally don my running trainers.