When I started C25K last May, my aim was to do a Parkrun with my family on Christmas Day. I didn't think ancient bones would be up to it but I was beguiled by Laura to get to the end of the programme. Three Parkruns followed and everything seemed to be going well. Then, as I have tediously related, the curse of the dodgy knees struck and I didn't run for several weeks, hoping that rest was the cure-all. Eventually a physio told me that stretching was the answer and, after a week of pulling and pushing and rolling, I turned up for today's run, ready to give up the moment there was a twinge from the knees. But I got to the end, laboriousy, in a time that was a long way from respectable - but I wasn't the last in, though only eight runners were behind me. Sons and daughters-in-law waited patiently after finishing their runs (the fastest of them took 21:13, half my time).