It's my birthday tomorrow and I have the day off work (one little perk of working for Virgin... they may pay you fuck-all, but at least you don't have to go in on your birthday). Anyway, someone asked me what I was doing and looked completely horrified when I said I wasn't sure but I might go for a run at some point. On your BIRTHDAY?? they gasped. I really laughed. I probably would've thought of it as punishment too, at some point in the past, but now the idea of being able to go out, during the DAY of all things, is something that I actually get quite excited about. Funny, huh.

Tonight's run was ok. I'm following a Runner's World half-marathon schedule at the moment. There are six to choose from and I'm using no. 6 (the divvy one for snails like me). I don't want to get carried away now, do I. I'm still a complete novice, as I haven't even been running seriously for a year yet. But I have to say, even I am finding the pace that it's telling me to run at a tiny bit slow.

Tonight:

5 x mile run (just over)