Yay me! I have just returned victorious from my first ever race - A simple (but not easy) 5K at the local athletics center.

Despite feeling like barely-animated death as I went round, I feel fabulous now and am so proud of myself for not dropping out (despite great temptation). All the usual highs associated with running are buzzing through me ten-fold, and I feel like I could take on the world…

Not bad for a guy with a stinking head cold, and a strained knee!

My genuine thanks to my fab running buddy Debi (she beat my time by loads),  and to Neale for coming along and supporting me (and taking the pic below).