It is half past five, I have one trainer on and one in my hand, and it is already dark outside. Not dusky. Proper dark, the kind where the streetlights have that orange fuzz around them and the neighbour’s car looks like a shape rather than a car. The clocks go back this weekend, which means this is about to be every evening until about March. So I thought I would write down how I actually get through it, partly for anyone else staring at the door right now, and partly for me, because I will need reminding by about the second week of November. It has also been a while since I posted anything. The summer happened, the kids went back to school, and the blog sat here quietly while I got on with things. Hello again 🙂 The first dark run is the worst one Last winter the first run after the clocks changed felt like a completely different sport. Same legs, same route, but everything...

