I had planned to run this evening. But life and ill-health intervened and my duties as emergency child-care provider were needed. So at short notice I downed a strong black coffee, kitted up and set off. Had forgotten to double up on the running top as I usually do and the gremlins were urging me to go back home; strangely my ears were cold - and they're never cold. Brisk warm-up over, I set off jogging. When Laura piped up part way through, I was slightly demoralised when she said I was only half way through the run - Laura, might I suggest that it would be better for my morale if you waited just 30 seconds more so you could give me the good news that I was more than half way through??? This would have been especially helpful during the last 5 minute run, slogging up-hill, with the world and his dog (special mention to the dog-walker who extended her dog's lead and allowed it to run across in front of me forcing me on to the road) doing all that they could to interrupt my tired stride. My legs felt like lead today. But at least it wasn't raining. Am I looking forward to Wednesday's run? Hmm, the gremlins say no .. .