Six-months of the year; gone and never to be reclaimed or repeated. Six-months to go. A half-year of opportunity.
Another month has passed and it feels like summer has arrived. We didn’t see an awful lot of spring this year but a mutual sigh of relief could be herd at the belated passing of winter.
It’s taken me a few days to get around to writing this. Partly because I’ve been very busy most evenings; partly because I am still suffering with poor broadband upload speeds.
April came and soon passed. We’re suddenly in to May and it’s almost as if summer is moments away.
March. Shortest month of the year? Shortest month of every year???
I don’t know where it’s suddenly gone but, here with are in April; the season of spring (apparently) and it’s past-time to review my miles.
Suddenly, it’s March and the south-west of England has ground to a halt, thanks to a severe dusting of snow.
January, I felt was an overly long and grey month. With February, I was beginning to settle in to the new year. But now, it’s already March and I’m screaming for 2018 to slow down!
Officially, I am not looking to #walk1000miles this year, having come so close in 2016 and exceeding the total last year.
But I will be tracking my mileage as the months go on, as I’m interested to see how I may fair in a more ‘normal’ and less challenging year.
If you’ve been following my progress with the #walk1000miles challenge this year, you’ll know that I already completed the challenge (by a single mile) at the end of November.
For me, the pressure was off during December. I was free to walk as few or as many miles as I would choose; every weekend or not.