The Great North Jog.

I took the pecuniary plunge today and finally-yes, on the last day for entries-paid for my place on the "Great North Run", and if I've sacrificed £38 for the privilege, I'm sure as hell going to run on the day! Even if I have to walk! Does that make sense? Anyways, I jogged my "4.2" on Saturday, and I still feel like I've been beaten up by a gang of bouncers whose Mothers were beaten up by joggers (who looked like me). So I've got this plan, not this plan, to jog twice a week, to do a short jog and a long jog: probably build up the second weekly jog to about 7.5 miles by the end of April. Hope springs eternal. I'll report back! And then it gets interesting: I think I should jog at least 3 or 4 times a week after that. Wow, I'll be a real jogger! Or is it runner? I can't understand why we British are slowly forsaking that wonderful lazy word: to "jog" seems so much less demanding than to "run". That's why I jog! There's a good car sticker idea: "Jog, Don't run". These are the practice routes: my friend Paul has his own routes worked out around where he lives -he's definitely a runner by the way. I think I'll be holding him back come the big day...