Seven months to this day.
That's how long I haven't posted anything on this blog.
I've been busy with work, yes. But I was still able to squeeze in runs three to four days in a week. Having done that, I seem to see no valid reason why I couldn't update this running blog.
Perhaps times like these just come. We feel stale. Tired and unmotivated. I could get myself to do the runs, but not the writing. It was plain mental drought.
A lot of things have happened since seven months ago. We've moved to a new residence. I have been running a different route, a bit more difficult, I would say, than the one I used to run. I have also discovered a new back road route which takes me through a winding dirt road kept shady and cool by rubber trees on both sides. The excitement in tackling it almost every single running day hasn't rubbed off yet, and I hope it won't.
I need to do a lot more things. Catch up on my long runs, catch up on my speed work, and catch up on my writing.
I don't know if anybody would be reading this other than me, but let that be for now. Sweeping aside the cobwebs is the main concern right now.