My last exam ever (barring unlikely postgraduate education) was on Wednesday. Yes it went pretty OK, thanks for asking.

Drinking then followed, and now I’m left feeling slightly overweight, very tired and totally free!

Free to never lie-in in the week, free to go to bed at a sensible time, free to worry about my long-term security. I am free, in short, to stop being a layabout student and go get a job.

Freedom has never been such a pain in the arse.

So, I was talking to someone who’s doing a charity run in a couple of weeks and she was all “Jesus, 5km, I’m going to die”. I was all “pah, 5km? easy~” so today I decided to test my theory and go running in the actual outside. Turns out it’s not as easy as they make it seem on the telly.

I covered around 4.5km in a little under 30 minutes (I guess if I’m serious about this I should get a pedometer or something), which means I went about the same 9km/hr pace I do on the treadmill… only this hurts a lot more.

Next time I’ll try and go a full 5km and see if I fall over before I get home.