I can't quite believe it myself...

I have been talking about joining a running club for ages now, ever since my brother gave up the running in the summer due to an injury. Neil texted me tonight asking if I was going running, which I replied No, as I had been in work since 5am and was shattered.

Not sure what came over me tonight but I thought I would just take the plunge and join, so I did! So I turn up to the club in my crappy trainers, aerobics trousers and a hoodie, and everyone one else was wearing high viz tight jackets, Lycra trousers, gloves and cool running trainers with size 8 figures! I did start to think I might be able to slip out of here without anyone noticing until I was approached by a sweet woman who obviously felt sorry for me and introduced herself as Sally.

She informed me they do a beginners programme of 10 weeks and she was on week 7, so I'm thinking, I'm going to die! I was then informed that we run around the streets anything up to 4 miles, so I'm seriously panicking now.

3.2 miles later I was so proud of myself as I maintained 5th position out of 10 throughout the whole run, but unfortunately was soaked through. Note to myself, buy a waterproof coat with some gloves for next week.