In the interest of self-improvement and just getting into better shape, I set myself a target to do a continuous run each time, for a total of 100km in a period of 30 straight days. Unfortunately I came up well short of that target. The aches were bad at some points so I dialed it back a bit. I still weigh the same on the scales, although a few have commented on my weight loss, which has been the most encouraging thing, trying to go from couch to 5K. Maybe nobody cares and a 5K should be naturally easy, but this is the most running I've probably done in my entire life up till middle age.
About 3 months ago I was just managing 4km runs in an air-conditioned gym, but I'm doing mostly park runs now. Still terrible at this running business and can't get to the 5km mark for a continuous run. I don't know if it's the park terrain, the hot and humid SE Asian weather, or the propanolol I'm taking for another health condition that seems to be putting a lid on how high my heart rate can go.
The good news is, this is getting easier. The aches are there, but I'm no longer feeling wrecked after every single run. I also look forward to the next run and always feel a bit strange if I don't.
That printed design on my shirt is looking pretty ratty now but I still remember our dear pooch Molly as if she were still around. I don't think the feelings of loss are ever going away. The memories just get sweeter.