Ostensibly my self-prescribed off-season isn’t going very well at all. The problem is, I keep going out for a run. I like running, you see. It makes me feel good. It’s also a bit of an addiction. Plus autumn has been magical; mostly sunny while autumnal colours have seemed more vivid than ever (though my kids are very bored of me pointing this out).
It was just easy runs at irst, five or six miles. Then, partly because a couple of friends suggested it, I snuck away to my beloved Brecon Beacons. Yes, the conditions were downright miserable – five hours of incessant rain – but it was a cracking bimble. Even if it was quickly classified as type two fun (ie, it’s not much fun at the time, but it’s fun afterwards).