Not drowning but running

Over the last few months I've found something that I can get as much of a buzz out of as the old liquor. The buzz is in fact better as it makes me feel alive and the feeling stays that way, whereas with my old buddy the bottle, it makes me feel euphoric and then very gloomy, sometimes even half dead, especially if I have too much.
I have started running along the seafront- I try to go every other day, and now that my mornings are free and the sun is shining it's the perfect time to get a fix of those endolphins (sic), some vitamin D and lower my risk of heart disease at the same time. The only downside is I have to show off my camel's hoof in my tight running leggings and end up looking like Phil Mitchell I'm so beetroot red.
Have just got back from a 20 minute run in the autumnal sunshine and sea breeze. The men who are working in my street digging up the sewers, who for some reason always say "Hello babe" when I go past (I've always attracted the classy type), always ignore me when I'm on my way back from a jog, hair scraped back and my face all shiny. It's yet another bonus to this exercise malarkey- scare off the leary roadworkers.
The wonderous Lucy Bullen and I are planning on doing a half marathon next year- watch this space...