Okay, it was on a treadmill. And it was for a total of 20 minutes. Not a lot, but when you haven't really done any for six months, it's a lot. In the interests of common sense, it wasn't 20 minutes of continuous running; I did one minute walking, then a one-minute warm-up, then 10 minutes continuous, then did some sprints of up to 90 seconds (minimum one minute).
I was shagged out afterwards, but jubilant. Genuinely jubilant. New running shoes seem to be excellent, too.
I'll go to the gym again tonight and do a reasonable workout, then go out for a run on the road in the morning, and see how that goes. Then I'm away on business for a couple of days, so I'll take my running shoes with me and enjoy some running in Exeter, down on the canal path, all being well.
Oh, and I weighed myself, and I'm just under another kilo lighter.
Oh, and did I also mention… When I went to the Czech Republic last week, I accidentally took – and wore – jeans that were, theoretically, a size too small for me?