This morning I went running.
I can’t say I enjoy it, but the feeling it gives me when I get back home is worth all the effort. I started running last April, around about my 62nd birthday. The reason? I had read an article about a woman my age who had done just that, Her journey was incredible and very inspiring. I wanted to get fitter, lose a bit of weight and generally get moving. My husband Phil is an avid runner and has been for as long as I can remember. He’s as skinny as, and can eat anything. So I started off going with him, running down the hill (the easy bit) then walking a bit. Now I run all the way around Dartmouth, which has it’s challenges because it’s not exactly a level terrain. I have to make myself do it and if it was left to me I’m sure I’d find a reason not to, but Phil drags me out. My goal is to go on a park run, which is 5K. In fact I plan to do my first one this coming Sunday at Paignton. I’ll let you know.
I have completed my colony of gulls and my client collected them last week. She seemed really pleased with them, so that’s great. They will be installed once her extension is finished.