Five minutes

So, I've been getting into running recently.

I told someone I was going to run a marathon and a got this response.

[acting out wide eyed - keep it long]

Really?

Which was encouraging I thought.

Similar response really to when I said to a couple of my friends that I was going to become a stand up comedian.

Same look.
Different person, but Exactly the same look.

That person then tentatively asked "Do you have a comic persona?"

My response was pretty much, "errrrrrrr. Me?"

I then got this response. (lips together, wide eyed).

Do you think I need a comic persona?

The slow nod. (act out)

Which was all very encouraging. Like the running.
People can be so helpful, you know really lift you up.

So, with the running I started off just running a bit here and there and then

And then I started running more and more, bigger distances. I appreciate I'm telling you this as if it's amazing information you'll never be able to grasp and I'm the first person who's ever gradually increased their running distance, and I apologise for that.

So as I'm building my distance I started telling more and more people about my running, which is pretty fucking annoying I know.

And I told someone and he said (adopt Fulham horsey snort).

"So, like, what are you running away from, man"

"I dunno. A really fat version of myself? Daytime TV? My house?

So, all of this running then culminates in me entering a half marathon. An actual race.

If this was blind date that would be the moment you went 'Ooh'.

[story about how running has made me addicted to applause and me chiding the non clapper].