In a bid to start charting my progress and record the runs I do, I’m going to blog about them. So this evening fueled by custard donuts from this afternoon and the guilt from indulging in such foods I hit the road with my pair of worn out trail shoes that I should get round to replacing and a suspicious free sample of the latest sports drink Taut which one of the local gyms here in Salisbury were handing out at last weekends event in exchange for your name and a guarantee you’ll try their truely fantastic gym for free in the hope you’ll get hooked.

Now a private gym is a place that really gets my goat. Not only is it a place where people spend huge amounts of money for no reason at all other than to just sit at home and watch Coronation Street but when you do go they drum it into you that the only way to get fit is to drink the most expensive fashionable isotonic drinks (oh yes I was going to get onto my free sample wasn’t I - its shit by the way. Gave me stitch most of the way round and made my teeth feel furry) and look good posing in branded sports wear you see in all the catalogues. And how do I know this? Well I went with a friend a year or so ago as they wanted someone to accompany them to a spin class (don’t get me started on that - why don’t they just go for a bike ride?) only to get hounded by a rather large sweaty man from accounts about the benefits of joining his gym and what a great deal he could give me with the monthly membership fee. I’ve never returned to the place since and I’ve no intention of which is probably why karma came running up behind me tonight and dealt me furry teeth for obtaining free samples on false pretenses.

Oh yes, only the 5 miles tonight but at least I’ve kept that donut at bay!