#running

Two years of assuming a rough opening kilometre meant a rough run. It doesn’t. It means I haven’t warmed up yet, which is the expected state of a body that was asleep twenty minutes ago.

Starting deliberately slower than feels right makes kilometres three through eight better than they’ve ever been. The same lesson keeps showing up at work, where the instinct to start fast is also usually wrong.

Bought twelve months of a training-plan app in one payment, which is not how I usually buy software. Monthly is the flexible option, and flexible is exactly the problem; it leaves a small decision sitting there every thirty days.

Prepaying removes it. There’s no renewal to reconsider in April when it’s raining and I’ve already skipped a week. The money is gone, and the only thing left to decide is whether to run.

Priced against one evening out, a year of structured training isn’t a close call. Two runs in, which is far too early to say anything about the plans themselves.