I am very proud of myself ,as for the first time in my adult life I am getting some exercise and really enjoying it. I think that i might actually stick at it, especially if it turns me into the gorgeous supermodel I imagine myself to be (until I see a photo or look in the mirror that is). Every morning at sunrise (well sort of, it depends what time I managed to get myself to bed the night before) I set off with dog in tow and run round the playing fields, behind the housing estate, I have done a few cross country ones but I was put off when my feet got wet and cold, but I'm sure as my stamina builds I won't care about such trivialities anymore, I am the next Paula Radcliffe. I think I should invest in some proper running gear, because although I have the trainers, the rest of my p.e. kit is cobbled together from an old hoodie, whatever trousers I can find, usually dog walking ones, I do have one pair of track suit bottoms, but they are three quarter length and it has been a bit chilly of late, so I haven't really been brave enough to wear them, and this morning I had to add an enormous pair of woolly gloves to the ensemble, so the look I achieve is somewhere between an escapee from a large institution, and someone who has come out very early to look for something they have lost. Possibly not great, but I have taken to not wearing my glasses so even if people look at me and think I am odd, I can't see their stares so I don't care.