Yes, kids. I truly did go out and run/jog/shuffle/walk my way through a mile in a sunny but very chilly Preston Park. If you saw a short fluorescent pink blur from the top floor of the bus then it wasn't me but the short fluorescent pink barely-jogging thing? That was me.
It was okay. As part of my training programme I barely did 6 minutes of actual moving fast, the rest was a brisk (ish) walk, but I did it. I have used my spangly ipod nike+ thing to keep a chart, and set a goal to go out and do the same sort of thing another 14 times in March.
I'd like to run 10kish by the end of the year BUT I've only done one run so I'm really not committing myself to anything. I'm just basing that on other people's experiences.
It was certainly a novelty for me, always one of life's not-runners, to go and run around the park. For the first time in my life I didn't care if anyone saw me or heard me singing along to Britney Spears very loud. I kind of enjoyed running on my own, in the cold wind, willing myself to do another minute. There might be something in this whole running thing.