The greatest challenge so far then has been fitting it time to run. The most reasonable time so far has been late at night. Getting back from work and getting the eldest to sleep about 8.30 means 9pm onwards for a run. Not the most popular of times given the quiet pavements, but I'm very glad to have no eyes on me. I don't look very elegant right now!
However, the lesson I have learned by running this time round is that speed is unnecessary. I think I'm running at the cusp just over the point where walking becomes running. I have no intention of going any quicker, yet if I have the time I will try to run further when I can, all at the same, slow pace. At the end of each run I feel like I have been running, although not in the pain I used to. Most importantly, I look forward to the next run now, as I write this. In the past it was a chore I was reluctant to fit in.
It is much more problematic to fit in a run these days, but I'm already more inclined to do so.