
To think just a few months ago I had done a 10k race and here I am struggling on the first couple of hundred yards of my run. I remember once seeing elite athletes training with chains wrapped around their waists, tied to lorry tires. This is how it felt. Eventually after a few weeks of this I decided to weigh myself. My version of weighing scales has a speaker, and it prompted,
“Stand one at a time please. But if it’s only one person you are one fat git mate.”
Interesting month that October. 
It’s been a quiet month by my usual standards.