Fighting talk

Delighted to report that my domination of the squash league continues apace. Sadly I'm dominating the bottom spot. On the upside, this leaves lots of room for improvement. If I'm honest, I just don't think I have the killer instinct needed to win. When I watch the better players, they shoulder barge each other around the court. I don't think shoulder barging at squash is cricket. That's probably why I'm at the bottom of the bottom league. That and because I'm a little bit rubbish. Fun though.

(Stats: 3:2 to the other person.)

Keep it local

Lots of happy runners out today. None happier than me. For the past fortnight, I've done nothing more vigorous than wrestle the lid off the Night Nurse. Today I went for a very very gentle run to the local farmers' market. Eight minutes there, eight minutes back. With a five minute break to peruse the goods. I'm glad I went. Lots of lovely fare, including a cheese based on a recipe from the 1790s. Think I'll run down and fill my rucksack next week. At least if you're buying direct, there's less chance of a horse in your cheddar.

(Stats: Sixteen minutes; maybe a mile in total; with a comfort break.)

Up with the lark

For reasons unknown, I got up at 6.30 this morning and went for a run. I think I was sleep running for the first 10 minutes. I did my usual route, which was much nicer for the lack of pedestrians and traffic. It was pouring with rain and very dark, though I discovered that what looks torrential from indoors is much less so when you're moving - even in slow motion. It's not often I roll out of bed and run. The trick is not to leave any room for sentient thought. An approach I'm considering applying to absolutely everything.

(Stats: 4.34 miles; 42.35 minutes; 9.48 minute/mile. And ready in plenty of time for work too. Result.)