As I rounded the end of the lane from home on my warm up walk I passed the entrance to the farm yard and there stood an adult fox with his brush held high. We both stopped and watched each other for a few moments before he scuttled away behind the barn and I continued my walk.
I'm not one for omens or superstition and you might think that in rural England you'd see foxes everywhere but since leaving the suburbs of a major city 20 year ago, where they were an almost daily occurrence, I think this is about the third fox I've seen.
But whether by the luck of Mr Fox or that the programme works I managed to run for 20 minutes today. Yes, 20 minutes, I can't believe it myself. I ran outwards into the country deliberately rather than a circular course and over the long walk home I've been saying "20 minutes" to myself over and over. It's remarkable.
So I am living proof that if you're in your 50s, 40lbs over weight and haven't exercised for 30 years you can learn to run for 20 minutes. I'm not dreaming all of this am I ?