I find the plan and get back into it before being distracted. I will stop being distracted.
I see whether my bad leg works again or not.
I notice this site looks a bit odd. What’s going on?
I run, but it hurts. Ouch.
I run to a house with lots of Christmas lights, then run some more.
The endings of Raymond Briggs’ The Snowman and The Snowman and the Snowdog are sad, but the future is even more bleak.
I volunteer at parkrun in a new role.
I join a group of runners to encourage me to go running and keep running. Does it work?
My website inexplicably goes weird, but I more-or-less fix it.
I reach a parkrun milestone.