So I went along to the local running club this evening...

I was expecting a mixed group of people of all abilities. But what did I find? Five men, tough as nails, Mr extreme Triathalon competitor, Mr fell-runner, and Messrs. marathon man. I'm afraid to say it was too late for me to make a U-turn as I had to cross the empty cricket pitch before I spotted them.
Anyhow, I didn't dissolve into the ground. One hour and 10 minutes later and I arrived back at my car. Out of breath? yes! Blisters? yes! But I'm proud as hell of myself! I'm a strong girl after all!