Advertiser's Dream

From now on, apparently, I shall only be wearing knickers for the school run or when I nip to the shops.

According to the Reebok advertising campaign that I have vigorously bought into, I shall be sporting my new EasyTones, working  my gluteus maximus 28% more, than if I wearing regular, ordinary "non-special" shoe attire, strutting in my knickers looking fabulous.

I've always wanted to be a runner or a jogger but have failed with every attempt. It just looks fun. Well, maybe not fun, but grown up, responsible and a bit sophisticated to inform everyone that I have been out "running."

Previous attempts using the method of "run to one lamp-post, then walk to the next," has always left me purple faced and throat a burning. This time, I'm going to do it properly.

The uniform is sorted as I've got the wonder shoes and some cute little jazz pants, also one of those silky, shiny fitted t-shirts that proper joggers seem to wear. Research has been done and I now have a beginner's running program and I have the aspirations to build up to a charity run or a marathon.

All I need now is some time to do it and the confidence that I won't bump into anyone I know as I pant and sweat along the pavement.