A sign of life from mfam: the trainer-clad snail is still alive and kicking her heels in the French vineyards. Sorry for the radio silence, everyone - mainly due to a combination of work-overload and administrative tasks related to imminent changes in my European status. Things haven't changed much on that front, but as Gary pointed out on his way to his secret stash of over-priced imported hobnobs, I've got a great gang of pals on here and it would be very silly of me to let him install a Stockholm syndrome.
So here's the update. I am still out there running, with precisely 86 days left before Gary and I have our version of the OK Corral: our very first half marathon. My Asics has informed me that I run too fast and suggested a rewrite of my plan. I checked it out, decided that I was not Speedy Gonzales, and kept to the old version.
The furthest I have run so far is 14km. I've speeded up my pace a bit recently, much to Gary's distress (as he gets his coke straw stuck up his nostril when I run 'too fast', and will soon have to run behind me to avoid throwing up in his armchair).
I ran my first trail event - 12.2k of wet, muddy, pebbly, hilly and slippery challenge that left me with the realisation that if I don't stop copping out of hill running, I will be in severe schtuck for my HM, which has a fair whack of hills. Not this weekend, but the next, I will hopefully be catching up with nhs2015 and running an unusual event with her - 4K loops of the brand new motorway to raise funds for charity.
Hope everyone is happy and healthy. Gary sends his love to all his gremlin counterparts.