There were lots of things I was worried about before the run began, not least how they'd identify my body when it was found collapsed at the side of the road. Still, I'm always the optimist!
It started well, the "run, walk, run" format seemed to be a nice way to ease into the programme and my music playlist was a useful distraction from how self-conscious I felt to be a fat lad wearing running gear in public (think of the scene with Del-Boy dressed as Batman).
The jog was actually ok, I managed to complete the 30 minutes with breath to spare which was a pleasant surprise, and I skillfully avoided a dog turd in a way that most Olympian hurdlers would be proud of, so some positives to take into run 2 on Sunday.
On the negative side my man boobs bouncing up and down was something I hadn't really thought about beforehand, and I had a moderate pain in my right ankle after the third repeat which persisted until I got home.
I'm guessing I need to invest in a decent pair of cushioned running shoes to help prevent the jarring impact - a consistent piece of advise I've read throughout the forums - so with that duly noted I'll be down sports direct first thing in the morning.
But thanks for the support those that commented on my first post, and thanks to all those people that write up their own experiences, both good and bad - it's encouraging to know that I'm not alone on this journey and to take advise from others have overcome/are overcoming their own demons.
TFI Friday.