I know two things:

I needs to run more and and I need to write more.

I churn out bugger-all k’s these days. Each day just flows and ebbs with flotsom and jetsom, never ceasing to rest or pool. Kid, job, pregnant wife - repeat -and the day is done.

Actually I know other things.

I know what will happen if I don’t run, I know I’m tired and I know there aren’t enough hours in the day. I know that if I sting a good week together, usually I rest on my laurels and do nothing the next.

What I don’t know is how I am actually making progress.

I am not getting fatter. I struggle to fathom this circumstance myself. Maybe I have hit some milestone metabolism mark and things are finally going my way. Maybe I’m just eating a little better and drinking a little less.

I guess I need to do more - but not stop what I am doing.