First the excuses. The end of last year got swamped in a deluge of new job and striping 70 years of paint off a rather rickety bannister while trying to keep the boy at bay. Somewhere in between a few miles were knocked off and, rather heroically, an extra 1.5kg added to the luggage to carry up the Bucks for the Country to Capital next Saturday. I’ve weighed 85kg and more before, but never a week before going on a 45-mile run. I look only mildly less ridiculous than this lot on a Christmas marathon.
This year it all starts over again. First it’s off to Hull in February for a TEDx talk entitled ‘Beyond Limits’. I have been back over the excellent biography of Mallory that I blogged about in the autumn for some tips. (I realised that I had gone on about this book too much when I found a copy address to me under the Christmas tree). And then the paperback of Why We Run comes out in March, launched at the Ways with Words festival in Cumbria. (One leg of the Bob Graham can be snuck in here, surely).
Meanwhile it is back to the lentil diet, courtesy of the marvellous Rose Prince, and early nights. Yesterday was my first club run of the year with the Serpies with a howling gale driving rain horizontally across the remains of Winter Wonderland at Hyde Park Corner. I had expected there to be only a few of us, but of course I was wrong. And there, tucked in the middle of the pack, in little more than a T-shirt was James who heads back to the US in March to take on the ridiculous Barkley 100 run. Thoughts had already started to turn to carbo-loading for next Saturday’s run and taking it easy over the weekend. He’s off to run another marathon this weekend, and then some.