Week 10110
Despite not getting organised enough to run long proper, the birdlegs clocked up 23 miles as an ease into this binary year. If that’s maintained as a mean throughout the next 51, the annual 1K mileage goal is achievable at least. The temperature in Gotham has been jumping all over the area, which has made dressing for the cool / cold / fookenfreezing a challenge. ‘Tis a measure of the recent frigidness that tonight’s -1 degC around the Central Park Loop felt comfortable. Compared to Sunday’s dawn ride over the wind-blasted Brooklyn Bridge, was not exactly tropical, but not teeth-freezing biting neither.
Have also got motivated enough to restart the defatflabfookering core strength routine. Those planks (yer plank!) and crunches and (in)stability balling are gruelling, but it’s the only way to stabilise the chubby-middled trollness. Am now waddling around like there’s a surgically-inserted medicine ball in me trunk given the stiff abs, but give it a few more weeks and I’ll be back in the swing. He. Says. With. Conviction.