I have the power. No, I’ve not turned into a 1980s cartoon superhero, but this column has given me a bit of muscle (as has the running).

I probably shouldn’t be so gleeful, but after naming and shaming Julie last week for being ‘busy’ for this weekend’s Lorton 10k, she’s rearranged her diary so we can huff and puff our way through the course.

“We’ll still be last, you know,” she warned me on Facebook.

“But we’ll get a prize!” I said. See? All it takes is a freebie to get me motivated.

I bet the organisers will be delighted as they’ll all have to wait around for us to finish. Sorry people.

Wish us luck!

We’re going to see if we can round up more of the motley crew to do it with us.

I’m looking forward to it, mostly. But I think my mind has locked away the horror of Scale Hill for the time being.

I’ll only realise how much I hate running about halfway up the incline/mountain.

It is probably a foolhardy mission anyway. I’ve still not trained properly so I’m probably going to embarrass myself.

I did manage to make a BodyFit lesson last Thursday.

I don’t normally go to the official sessions on a Thursday, due to work.

I had forgotten that the first Thursday of the month is a muster run.

This is just running in a pack and is normally enjoyable.

It isn’t quite so great when it’s only two degrees, lashing down with rain and really windy, but you just get used to it.

You have to. Sam gives you no choice. “This is better than work!” she kept yelling at me.

It’s been a long time since I took part in one and twinned with the lack of running over the last fortnight, it was hard.

Of course, it wasn’t really helped by the weather as I had to stop twice to wipe my rain-sodden glasses.

I say wipe, but I mean smear with my sopping T-shirt so I end up running in my own personal fog.

Has anyone discovered a way to run with glasses on in bad weather that doesn’t render you unable to see? Answers on a postcard, please.

We were split into our usual two groups – the gazelles and my group, the whippets – and went in separate directions around the highways and byways of Cockermouth.

Your mind wanders when you run – at least mine does, to take my mind off what my legs are doing.

So I often find myself pondering those big life questions, as well as “what has the husband made for tea?” and “why am I doing this again?”

One of my recurring thoughts is what do householders think about us running and yelling along their streets.

We don’t yell a lot but you will hear “car back”, “car up” and “turn” quite a bit.

It was on my mind a lot as we ran down a street in one of the exclusive estates in the town.

This was mainly because it was dark and as we passed each house, each of us tripped the homes’ individual security lights.

Sorry if we annoyed you.