Yes, I'm sorry, another post that starts with my running exploits. I ran for a total of 46 minutes yesterday as I trugged around a loop that starts in our village, passes through two other villages and winds its way back to my front door.
I took myself off at about half four, the first time I've run in the afternoon since I started. It was very difficult to get going and I felt about three stone heavier. I think this must be to do with several cups of tea and coffee sloshing around and about. I don't know. It took me a long time to feel comfortable but I did it and I enjoyed it. I wonder how long it is going to take me to accept that I enjoy running. So far, I haven't once resisted. I just get my trackies on (and other stuff, obviously) and pop in those earphones for a little jogging moment or two.
My running month has taught me that there really is pleasure in small things. Every time I go a little farther (I don't seem to go any faster), I get, as Phil Daniels said in Parklife, an enormous sense of well-being.