Despite a slackening off period over Christmas, I'm still chipping away at this running gig. A niggling lower leg injury coupled with my desire to enjoy rum balls, white christmas and choc-hazelnut pavlova saw my ability to cover over 9K slip back to the 5K range early this year.
Now back at around the 7K mark, in my own mind I look very much like this.
A post-run image captured by Jessie just yesterday tells a far different story.
I don't know where I'm going wrong.