Well, on Sundays I used to like to go hiking, but now…

Heather Donahue – The Blair Witch Project

6 months down, 6 to go. It’ll soon be Christmas. ’I won’t be here at Christmas’ my granny used to say to us. You know what, one year she was spot on.

Anyway, enough of her (she was a bloody awful woman if I’m honest) and on to the update. Firstly, the elephant in the room, where have I been? What do you mean you didn’t notice I’d gone? Fickle bastards. Well in April, I decided to take a Social Media as well as general all round break from that there internet. At least the proper bollocks bit of it. I do this from time to time when I find its pissing me off. Saves me kicking the cat. I don’t really kick my cat, but if I joked about that on Twitter some twat would start a pile on before lunch time.

This time, my break was more accidental than by design. In March I accepted a new job offer, and with that came 3 months notice. 3 months. They hand out softer sentences at courts (I sound like the poisonous Daily Mail here). Therefore April, May, and June have basically seen me doing what they call in the industry ‘working my tits off’ to leave my old job in a good place. I also wanted to enter my new one like a prize Stallion, ready for the Breeding Phantom to get cracked out.

Ah, the running. Yes. April was spent preparing for the Sunderland Half on May 8th (review here) and I actually cracked out a decent training Half as prep for that. Sadly, that was as good as it got.

Since then, I seem to have developed some sort of aversion to miles 11-13 of Halfs. It just all goes to shit. I’m hoping to have ironed this out by the GNR in September.

The good news is, my new job is completely home based. I’ve set up the new office, and pride of place is my medal collection. That’s right, I’ve become one of those wankers.

One of the huge pluses from this change of routine is that I’m getting out every morning for a run. I’m also finding time to resurrect the Yoga. Namaste. It’s all rosey while the weather is so good, but I’m under no illusion that come October I’ll not be so perky at getting out the door with a Baltic wind and lashings of sleet.

I promised this would be brief, so I’ll shut up now. There are two draft blog posts kicking around and lined up when I can be arsed, and there’ll be the usual GNR review driffle.

Until then though, get off my property before I release the hounds.