Burning the candle at both ends

Yesterday I met up with a very old friend and his daughter for an evening of laughter and general carousing. Work is mad-busy at the moment - I'll spare you the details - and so it was good to forget all about it last night.

After a night of behaviour perhaps unbecoming for a man of my years, I got home at 3am this morning. Why is it that when you meet up with old friends from Uni, the years are stripped away and you behave like a 20 year old again? Anyway, I'll spare you the details of that, too*.

Today, feeling rather "tired", I reluctantly went out for a run. 10 miles: down to the Regent's Canal, which I then followed toward Limehouse Basin and back. I felt much better afterwards, if a little weary.

I love running by water.

Miles run in week 3 (18 weeks to go): 18.3

Total miles since I started running again: 46.3

* Instead, here's an account of an epic pub-crawl in 1647.

Update 22 December: Here's a short blog post about what it's like to spend Christmas living on a canal boat, by The Great Wen.