It’s a while since I’ve managed to post. In fact, I almost forgot this blog even existed until I got an automated message saying someone had posted a comment. But just because I’ve not been posting doesn’t mean I haven’t been running.

In fact, ever since my brother saw me putting on my ski tunic back in April and remarked, “Wow, that’s the most unfit I think I’ve ever seen you”, I’ve been doing my best to squeeze both exercise and a more conscious choice of food into my life, around a very unhelpful work schedule.

Recently, I went on a couple of runs around the Jardin du Luxembourg. I managed 10km the first time, but only 6km the second time. Probably something to do with the 5 vodka-tonics I’d had the night before and the fact that I’d only left my legs 48 hours to recover from the first run before starting the second.

A little before my Jardin routine, I was in Perth for business, and after having gotten over the jet-lag, I went for a run along the river. The extreme level of fitness of the people there, combined with the beautiful setting and the free time (time difference meant that Paris was asleep and my email had calmed down), all served to encourage me to run.

Running past lots of people who clearly have sport and health as a key pillar in their lives also gave me a healthy dose of guilt!