Day 64

I'm about to pop out into the cold and mist for my 64th run in 64 days. I'd forgotten how tough it is to "streak" after the clocks go back and last night was the closest I've got to not getting out.  In fairness it was the first day when I really didnt want to run and then mainly beacause of a 13 hour day at work. Ironically, and as is often the case, my run (a mile and a half on tarmac), was fine and I felt quite good

I set a target of running everyday until at least the end of the year but now I'm taking it one day at a time. Without being flippant that's how addicts cope with their addictions and it feels much more achievable than "I'll run another 50 days" or whatever