Running shoes purchased. They are called Nike Air Zoom Structure Triax+ 12. That's 3 times as many letters as are in my full name. They have words like FOOTBRIDGE and DURALON written on them and they have nice purpley pink bits. I want to call them Susan.

My running vest from Asthma UK came today. It's considerably less awesome than the shoes; it is lurid green and will force me to say that I'm spreading my wings. But it is my vest. For running. I will proudly chug around London's finest parkland in it and feel glad that I am helping a charity that means something to me.

My fundraising and asthma fact pack had some surprises for me, including two balloons. One of which ended up behind my bookcase for no reason.. Anyway it made me reflect on how lucky I am. 3 people die every day from asthma, some people's medication doesn't work, some people can't get out of bed because of this stupid condition. Mine is under control and I can do what I want; it's amazing really. Maybe if I get fit it will get even better.

So the next step is to get the hell going! A slightly frustrating wait of a week while Kirsty is on holiday. I don't have to wait but think I need the motivation of the other person.