Evening all.
Much alcohol consumed, many calories devoured, all waist bands have shrunk.
Following the DOMS that I got as a Christmas present for not running on a regular basis, I scaled back my ambitions. The Boxing Day 20, which was my usual penury got replaced by the Tri Club Boxing Day Bimble. It was very pleasant, only 9.5 miles, and at nothing more than 9m/m. This was the first time that I'd been out with them and there was the classic comment that I ran better than I swam. That's not hard. Even as rough as I am, 9m/m is the slowest I've been for ages.
Today, assembled the new Chrissy Pressie, and did 45 minutes on the turbo-torture-trainer. I have also taken both of the children's broken DVD players and made one that works. A feature film is a good length training session.