Around the end of the year I can start thinking about hills, moors, coastal paths. In a sneak preview–a little bit terrified that I would blow my adapted GET strategy & push myself back to zero–I’ve already run a couple of miles on the South Downs. I took it slow, avoiding steep ground. On the descent to the pub, I laughed a lot. Waved my arms in the air.
I’m keener as a result, but not foaming at the mouth. I study old 1:25000 maps, & write long mysterious lists that feature items like, St David’s Head & Carn Llidi ? or Burbage Horseshoe!: but I stick to the regime. I’m not going to blow it now I feel human for the first time since 1991.