Hmmmm. I guess the person who asked the question knows me better than I thought as the next month came and went in a bit of a blur and the most I was able to do was repeat, "Next month" to myself whenever I thought about starting.
Well, April is the next month and I finally took the opportunity provided by the Easter break to crack open the new Nike+ kit and don my rather grubby trainers* for the calibration run. I figured a nice one mile run followed by a 500 metre walk would sort the new kit out. Well, it did, but it nearly sorted me into the back of an ambulance at the same time.
It's been two years since I last ran anything more than a flight of stairs, so why I thought I could run a mile with any ease is beyond me. Whilst my legs seemed not to worry too much about the exercise, my chest and lungs were screaming to be set free from my chest: now I know how John Hurt would have felt had the chest-burster Alien been for real ... and I don't think the Ventolin would have been any help, either!
It didn't really bode well for getting off to a good start with the running, but at some point between the test run and my first proper run on Thursday, my body seemed to realise what I was trying to do - much like Paris Hilton finally catching on to a joke - and let me run nearly 3 miles in 26 minutes: I was well chuffed :-)
However, I'm now only a couple of runs into training and already the youth abuse has started with some young female thing shouting "Minger!" out of a car at me as she went past. Well, yes, and your point would be?
Then again, I was jogging along minding my own business and you were shouting abuse at a stranger, so who's the real minger here?
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Something I have been meaning to do since the beginning of the year is step up the photography practice. To help me out, I agreed with TinkerbellTinks to take pics of her and her daughter, to try and build up my confidence and experience taking portrait photos.
As you might expect, it took a little while to get things off the ground but this weekend, we finally got together for a photo trip and popped up to Whipsnade Wildlife Park where we got a little more excitement than we bargained for:
Yup, the Wild Bite Cafe BBQ got a little on the hot side as something went wrong with one of the gas canisters and the whole thing caught light. The first we knew about it was one of the other mother's shouting to us to get back as the canister was alight and was going to explode. It didn't, thankfully. Of course, the only thing TT could think of was whether or not the firemen were cute. Typical woman!
* They still have South Shields mud stuck to them from the 2008 GNR!