Guilty feelings

I’ve never be very methodical in my training. I plan a routine, but then work, weather and whatever blow away the good intentions. My saving grace has always been my logbook. Ever since I began running marathons, way back in the dark ages (1973, actually) I have always kept a log of my activities, running and, later, cycling. Sometimes I have wondered if it is worthwhile. Often I never give the logbook a second glance, but occasionally they are a great point of reference – right now I can compare my training for the Absa Cape Epic with my effort in 2005.
But the logbook’s greatest virtue is the guilt factor – I hate to open it and see that I have been sitting around like a tub of lard for a day or three. A few blank spaces are always enough to get me on my bike.

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