It's been two months since I attended to this blog. A lot has happened in the last few weeks - did you hear?
I was never an olympophile - more olympiphobe than anything. I don't understand that 'faster, stronger, higher' thing. I admire people who strive for all that stuff (to an extent) but I just don't get that pursuit of one task to the final, superlative degree. It's not that I'm an advocate of laziness, particularly, I just think there are other things in life than running about and chucking stuff - like art, like literature, like beautiful music.
There, I said it. I've been quiet because I didn't want to be a bah humbug. I have felt like one of those people who can't bear Christmas - slightly suspicious to others and a bit of a killjoy.
I liked the opening and closings and I quite enjoyed the athletics. I was partial to the odd bit of shot put and thought JE should be promoted to 'inspiring young women tsarina'. We went to the park and I loved the buildings and the flowers and the atmosphere and the overall jollyness and Britishness of it all. I wasn't too much of a party-pooper.
Added to all this, since I last blogged, I've started running again. I'm now dong a PB every other day, increasing my running time by a minute or two each 'go'.
This morning - 13 minutes run, 2 minutes walk, 8 minutes run, 1 minutes walk, 6 minutes run. That's 27 minutes, folks. Two 5K races for Mo Farah, one shuffle to Dauntsey and back for me!