Madness

This wall is much beloved of children, ideally I should have had one with me to make a better picture but it was twenty past seven this morning and I had left them at home.

Just past this point is where I run to (not this morning, this evening).

I say run, I am at week 4 of a programme that apparently will have me running for thirty minutes non-stop, currently I can manage a few three and five minute "runs" at slightly faster than walking pace with some walking in between. I have got to week 4 before and then some random excuse event has manifested itself and I have given up. It all gets a bit hard so to prevent this I decided I needed some motivation. I really, really would love to be able to just run for thirty minutes without actually collapsing (this is where I currently am after five minutes).

So, idiot that I am, in June I will run in a 5k race. With other people. The thought of it makes me feel sick, then terrified and then that I might just cry. But it seems to have managed to motivate me alright, according to the nice lady on my phone app, I am apparently now ready to drop the three minute runs and focus just on the five minutes. Like she knows anything.

You may want to look away from my journal now and come back in July. Expect a lot of moaning. You have been warned.....