Saturday March 10th - Local

Another day, another poodly little excuse for a run. The rest of the guys on the challenge seem to be doing remarkable things. Chris is unstoppable and setting personal bests in every race. Crispin is punctuating his long periods of indolence with mammoth runs in the Welsh hills, Chaz is walking seemingly hours and hours every evening and, I imagine, shifting a fair amount of surplus blubber en route and Dave is training like a man possessed for the London Marathon. By contrast, I’m sneaking out each afternoon for a pretty pointless half-hour trot purely to keep the unbroken sequence going. Today’s offering, like so many before it, was about 35 minutes around the local farmland, neither grindingly slow nor blisteringly fast. Just never seem to find the time for anything else. Business, family and plans for house-build seem to devour every spare minute, and on top of it all I’m continually knackered. Took Hamu swimming this morning and watched delighted as he learned, with several excruciatingly funny early attempts, to dive in the deep end and swim back to the side. Finished with a magnificent belly-flop, the slap from which turned every head in the pool! Definitely a chip off the old block.