70

No, he's not quite there in years yet. But he has been putting in some 70-mile weeks.

A few came at the end of December in the weeks leading up to achieving 3,000 miles for the year, and also training for the Brunswick Marathon. Another came unexpectedly last week, when he only managed 17 miles during Saturday's towpath run, and then had to run 18 at Hinckley the very next day in order to be able to say he put in a long one. Tallahassee is still looming, you see.

Would it happen again this week? It started off fairly well, with a couple runs with Michelle Wolff. But as the weather finally turned January, he took the mill.

The mill is nice and warm and dry, he thinks. He can catch up on Game of Thrones, which he's watching for the second go-around now that he has time to spare. He won't have to plow his way through the elements whilst on the mill, he thinks. Maybe the runs can be of higher than average quality.

Things don't quite work out the way he'd hoped, however. After two completely awful mill runs, he's climbing the walls. Even though the weather's still bad, he tries to make the drive to Hinckley to join his friends. Alas. The driving, even on the main roads, is treacherous, so he returns home to get his run in there.

That run is as awful in its own way as the mill runs had been. Cold wind and poor footing does not a good run make. He wisely calls it quits and winds up with only 59 miles for the week.

What a slug he is.

I like the display, especially because it doesn't include speed ;)