1st step taken

Woke up this morning and it was all a bit gorillas-in-the-mist.  Bit the bullet and went out for the first session from the running-for-corpses bit of the book anyway.  Actually, ooing and aahing at the new trainers and the new t-shirt and getting various bits and bobs shrouded in lycra without their going all internal (yes, I ALWAYS wear something else on the top, I'm considerate that way) took significantly longer than the run itself.  Plus, having done the warm up exercises I had to stop for a cigarette before I went anywhere.

Anyway, 3minutes walking, 2 minutes running, 4 times, for a total of 20 minutes actually didn't kill me.  Pruning, propping, staking, weeding and trimming this afternoon (having spent a couple of hours in my customary prone position (photo not of me, of my cat, but gives you the picture without the nausea of the real thing!) watching the Grand Prix - great race for the minor positions, but a bot of a Vettel-not-really-in-the-same-race-as-everyone-else yawnfest up the front) in the garden in the FINALLY HERE scorching sunshine has nearly finished me off, though.

In what might turn out to be an excess of enthusiasm, I have also bought cycling shorts in the expectation of cycling to work.  That's not a topic for this blog, though, so will only share if anything remotely interesting happens.  Which it might.  Some of the regular cyclists on my commute are worse than the worst roadrage chavs if you take your time.

If anyone else out there is starting a fitness programme from scratch and happens to come across this, feel free to comment and let me know where you're reporting your progress!  I'll follow and we can set up our own mutual appreciation/support circle.

Sunday dinner and a drink now.  We've decided organising furniture on the decking is beyond our caring capabilities for this weekend.

Byee.