I want to fit in a rugby shirt

In my last post I'd mentioned at the end about my friends Michelle and Hayley bullying me into doing a park run up at Ashton Court. For anyone who doesn't know what a park run is it is a free, organised, timed run of 5km that takes place on a Saturday morning at thousands of locations around the world. It's very simple, they have a website http://www.parkrun.org.uk/ that you can register on. You put your detail in, you get a sheet of barcodes that you print off and take one along with you to a park run at the designated time and location. Everyone starts at the same time and 5km later you cross the finish line and get your barcode scanned and a bit later that day you get an e-mail with your official time on, the position you finished etc. To say it's brilliant is an understatement. Anyway back to my bullying friends. Both Michelle and Hayley had been brilliant and we'd all been texting and messaging and they'd both said they were really proud of what I was d

So I'm training to take part in the 5k bubble run that I've signed myself and Harrison up for. In my effort to get fit enough to complete the 5k course I'd started off by getting up in he mornings before work and going for a bike ride, gradually building up the distances. I'd been doing this for a month (including some commutes to and from work) in the back of my mind I knew at some point I'd have to leave the bike at home and have a crack at a 5k run. There are 2 friends of mine, lets call them Hayley and Michelle (I'm not changing names to protect the innocent) who I've known since we were all about 14 years old and as mentioned in a previous post they'd been running and doing 5k runs for a little while and had both been encouraging me in my efforts. They were brilliant and very enthusiastic when I said I was going to start running and were telling me that once I felt ready I should go with them and do a park run on a Saturday morning. All very p