Ghastly sort of morning should segue to pleasant evening

Brrrr, ain't it chilly? Winter seems to have arrived. Snow in London, gale force wind in my back yard. The bigger of the cats and Marklar are off killing things/eating in neighbour's homes. Puddy appears to have taken ecstasy for she is tearing about the place like a lunatic (she has also worked out that if she opens a press door in the corner of the kitchen, she can snake along to the cat food press, three doors away, and help herself. She is rotund but clever that one) I have managed to crash my computer not once but indeed twice. I STILL didn't manage to get up before eight. but I did manage one miraculous thing.
Country Gay, my good friend and confidant, is coming out for his VERY first run tonight.
Oh I'm so proud of him.
He's been talking for some time about wanting to do a run. He came up to the Phoenix Park with me last year to collect my bib and pack for the Bupa Great Run and found that he liked the atmosphere.
'I might do this with you next year ' quoth he, forgetting on that sunny warm day that I am inclined to remember things like that.
So a few weeks before Christmas I reminded him of what he said, and he hummed and hawed me.
'But don't you want to do it?' I bothered him with.
'I do darling' he said, unconvincingly.
So I tried to arrange a training schedule but he works a lot and then it slithered into Christmas and the lo, it was a New Year.
But last night-as I went out rather painfully for my first run of the new year- I swung by his lovely home half way through my loop.
Silly man opened the door without checking through the keyhole first.

'Come out with me tomorrow night, I PROMISE I won't do anything stupid with you, I won't make you run too far or too fast, we'll take as many breaks as you want or need, what say you!?' I flapped pinkly at him. 'You've got to do some training for the race in April Darling, might as well start now.'
'But,' he said clutching his cigarettes to his chest in terror, probably kicking himself internally for opening the door-'I won't have the lung capacity to run.'
'Darling I PROMISE I won't half kill you.'
'Er, well, okay then.' he said.
Huzzah! Huzzah!
Really, I'm only going to do a very gentle 5k with him, nothing heavy,I have the perfect route mapped out already. I'll run to his house and then run home after so I get a good old trundle out it it, but I remember well my first 5k and so I won't be unaware of any struggle he might have, plus I'll make sure he warms up properly first.
Oh I'm so pleased about this, I don't even know why. Just that I do think CG has the capacity to be a good runner, he can dance all night you know.
Eeeeee, I hope he enjoys it. This must be how drug peddlers feel when they make a sale.