I'd be a liar if I said I was looking forward to the Edinburgh to North Berwick race on Saturday - I'm not.
I feel as though the runs are all getting "better", it's just that I'm not really "there" yet. I've still not got my "bounce".
Maybe it's the weather. It really is depressing. I've said before that I'm not a Spring/Summer type of guy - but even I appreciate a wee bit heat at times - a bit warmth in my bones.
I honestly don't mind the crisp cutting cold that you get in the winter... but this is just a damp, dank, depressing sort of "chill" that just seeps into you.
I think the day of the Lochaber marathon was about the last good day we've had.
I'm working from home today.... and at one point I found myself sitting here typing away wearing a scarf and a woolly hat. That's just wrong on so many levels! I think there's a sort of pig-headed stubbornness that makes me refuse to put the heating back on! Anyway, I caught sight of myself in a mirror and the stubbornness got washed away in a sort of tsunami of self contempt - the heating went on!!
A hat and scarf - indoors - in May!! It's only one small step away from hibernating on the sofa wearing one of those god-awful blankets-with-sleeves that you see.
To warm myself up a bit I've been off to sunnier climes - I've been listening to Keith Jarrett live in Rio. Enough to warm the cockles of anyboy's heart, that.