I was feeling unhappy with 2021 as a running year: few races, but then that’s true for everyone, and I had to do Couch to 5k twice to get back from injury, as well as leading the Seaford Striders C25K group. In fact, I increased both distance and elevation, compared to 2020. 

The first part of the year was quiet; my running club, Seaford Striders, valiantly organised distanced events and competitions to keep us going. From April onwards we resumed our evening club nights, but in multiple groups at different locations around Seaford, and the Club Grand Prix started, though I only took part in six qualifying events. Parkrun returned in July, but I have run few, and volunteered at more. I ran four Twitten runs, including the Twiathlon, which adds twelve lengths of the Pells Pool to the twelve twittens. The only real race I ran was the King’s Head Canter in August; I did not disgrace myself. 

I ended the year with a stupid foot injury, caused by stubbing my toe on the sink. Six weeks, the magic period, have passed and I will set out for my first run since November on Monday. I have a place in the Brighton Half on 27th February; I entered, and then forgot I’d entered, so must compress training into the next eight weeks. But I am confident I can train enough to get round.