the sight of the day

This morning I have gone running for the first time in twenty years. It has not, of course, been very easy. I had set myself a none-too-challenging route - one lap around the tiny park near my home - but I ended up walking for much of the way, with occasional spurts. However, the worst part of it was simply that I felt ridiculous, fat as I am, in a tracksuit and running shoes. I hope I have the nerve to do it again tomorrow... and the day after... and the day after that...