There is, indeed.
Running podcasts for C25K graduates - NHS (www.nhs.uk)
I have some frankly shocking news.
After the last attempts at a walk round the block faltered due to a) my going back to work and doing 7000+ a day there and b) Mr D losing interest thanks to prolonged reduced hours at work and an absence of daylight or movement, he tried out my fancy new scales last week and was horrified at his visceral fat percentage
along with being the 'wrong side of a healthy BMI', so when I repeated the suggestion that we could go and walk around the nearest park as an exercise, he accepted - and actually got up to do it this morning.
He, of course, being far slimmer than I am and not hampered by joint and tendon issues, decided that running would be easy. I tried to encourage him to warm up a bit longer before starting, but by the time 'On your toes, not your heels and don't try to go too fas-', he was off. And promptly stopped 20 yards further on. I continued to walk whilst benignly smiling through his 'I've got a good base level of fitness' and saying that I could give him some pointers on gait when we're home as I could obviously see it from my position behind him. I could tell that, lovely guy though he is, there was probably an element of 'But you aren't exactly a runner, Dragon' in his eyes.
Anyhow, after the first lap, I felt warm, my hip pain wasn't worsening, I wasn't out of breath and perfectly able to talk - so I thought I'd try something. I lifted up slightly more on my toes, felt them flex and spread under my weight and, as everything felt OK, I put one foot in front of another and jogged the last half of the second lap.
So, compared to actually walking, I ran.
I. Ran.
I didn't need lions, tigers or bears chasing after me. I just needed to be warm, relaxed and in a decent sports bra.
I. Ran.
My heart kept up, my lungs could get air, my feet worked as feet should.
And I Ran.
I decided to go back to walking as soon as I felt my hip pain twinge slightly more, but I kept going for more than a single pace.
More than he did, too, because I concentrated upon form and how my body felt.
I would have happily walked another lap and possibly a short jog again, but he was clearly in no shape to manage that, so we went home again, where I demolished a banana the moment I got my shoes off and dinner tasted great (lamb steak, boiled potatoes, leeks and peas). He, however, is snoring on the sofa and I'm quite happily doing some slow stretches in front of the telly before having a bath.
I've got two weeks off now (well, one working from home and one off). I am very tempted to go there without him to try this some more. Because I've just proven to myself that I can still run, albeit just a tiny distance, an almost tectonic pace - but I can still run.
In my head, I'm now planning a visit to the running shop that is literally one bus stop away from the park and eyeing up Parkrun for when they reopen. This may all be pipe dreams. But if I can still run, maybe they aren't that far fetched after all?
www.virtualracinguk.co.uk
still sticking to Dry January even though it feels like I've been doing it about 100 years 
Just went for my first run in about 2 and a half years. Started couch to 5k and feel surprisingly okay afterwards (obv week 1 is a lot of walking so that helps 
hope I can do it.
