In the past week I’ve started running.

I like to think that I started after much serious consideration, but Jude expressed a desire to start running and it seemed to trigger something and I just started. Maybe I’m just insanely competitive with her – which can only be unhealthy for our relationship.

I don’t really have a target. Maybe it’s just because I’m fast approaching 45 and I need to look after myself just a little bit .

I’ve also no idea how long I’ll be able to keep it up for. There are some aspects that I’ve found surprising compared to the last time I tried to take up running:

• Running outside is ok. I’ve not been out in the rain yet, but I don’t think I’ll let it stop me.
• We were away for the weekend at Llanbedrog and running along the beach there and at Abersoch was just delightful.
• I’m not utterly knackered afterwards. Last time I was so tired at the end of a run that I couldn’t function for an hour afterwards (possibly an exaggeration).

The big difference is that I’m enjoying it – mostly. Perhaps it’s because I’m using some training apps and so am not trying to over-exert myself. Whatever it’s down to, I’ve surprised myself and hope that I can keep it up.

I’ve no intention of posting daily updates here… that’s what Facebook and Twitter are for(!) But maybe by the summer I’ll have lost some of the bulk I’ve been collecting for the last twenty years.