What a difference from Thursday's run. My first time out on my own and I was able to look around me instead of the ground. I found myself noticing the robin on the fence as I passed him instead of every footfall of my size 8 running shoe. I wondered if the tabby farm cat was snickering from behind his whiskers as I bumbled past. I still looked forward to Laura as she told me when to slow down. As I rounded the corner on the home stretch I smiled, I knew I had done it again, all 19 stone of me. Here's to Tuesday.