I have always gone out running by myself, trying to ignore people I see along the way in the hope that no one will recognise me and laugh at the sight of me in running gear plodding along with my red face. However, yesterday morning was cold and wet so I got up and went to use the treadmill at the gym for the first time ( better than missing a run day). My 22 year old son was there too doing his own thing. Half way through my run he came over.
"Bloody hell, Mum, you really can run!" Wow, what a great moment for me!