Run, rabbit, run, rabbit

One of my goals on my Grown Up List is to take up running.

So on Monday I very tentatively pulled on the most hideous clothes I own, grabbed my dog, loaded up the Couch to 5K app on my iPhone and...went for it.

(There is supposed to be a photo of me here in my hideous running gear, but Blogger won't upload photos for some reason. The photo is here)

It wasn't too bad. The C25K app is supposed to ease you into it gently; this was a five minute walking warm up, then alternating between jogging for 60 seconds and walking for 90 seconds for twenty minutes. I am proud to say that I didn't cheat once; if it said to jog, I jogged. Admittedly I said "Oh, fuck" out loud on the last jogging bit and scared an old lady, but apart from that I was fine.

Malty is quite nice to run with, too. At first I kept him on a lead thinking he'd wander off, but it got to the point where he was stopping to sniff/wee and I was being jerked back when I walked off in front of him (He's a very big strong muscly dog) I let him off and he was fine — when I walked he ran around and sniffed things, but when I ran he ran alongside me.

And he was very happy for the long walk/run too. As you can see in this photo here which Blogger won't let me upload arrggggh.


So...yes. Running. Me did it! I have to do it again today, which is going to be interesting considering how my legs feel today. Rolling over in bed this morning was really not nice.