"Baby steps" are the exact words to describe my trot around the park last night evening. It was a hard slog even when motivated by Guns N Roses. 15 minutes was enough. I could see the same desperate looks on passers by.... or were they just astonished at my breathing noises. (I only realised the state of my breathing once I took my head phones out).

I feel like the Rocky in Rocky VI. Hopefully I will feel like a younger Rocky in a few weeks time......

Today is the first day back at work. Why does this always seem like a big deal....? I must not complain as I was given a rise...much to everyone puzzlement...