Prior to their untimely demise at the end of 2014, one of the great loves of my life was my home town Football club,Hereford United.Alas no more (although a new "Phoenix club" is doing rather well in the middling echelons of non league football), I spent many happy and even more miserable afternoons on the Meadow End and elsewhere, invariably watching them finish 17th in the bottom division of the football league or top division of unproper football.
One match springs to mind as I write. 3-0 down at Northampton at half time, a good proportion of the away support decided that the rest of the afternoon was best spent in the pub. I'm glad I stuck it out as the mercurial and massively overweight Mattieu Manset slalomed through the home defence before toe poking the ball into the back of the home team's net to secure the unlikeliest of victories. The sight of the home team's captain being sent off shortly afterwards only added to the fun.
At 20 minutes today I was Hereford United at halftime. Phone battery died. Gasping for air,legs feeling like I was running through cement. Damn. This was Graduation run. Probably gone off too quick and note enough fuel on board.
Regroup. Take minute break. Trot in another couple of hundred metres and treat as a practice run...
And so I did. And after that coupleof hundred metres, just a bit more-and I feel better, and the legs are freed up and before I know it, I've only gone and run the full 5K. One pause admittedly, but that was a standing still breather.
Wow. Just wow. I've graduated. 🎓 🏃
Hello Running world. I am in you.
Week 5, run (drumroll) 3!!!
That 1980s music thing
Week 9, Day 3. The end of the beginning of the start of the journey.......
Week 7 Run 3 revisited
Week 8, Run 2 - In the pouring rain... 
