I had to get out today, I just had to. Runkeeper told me I had done 795 km in total so far and I started recording my runs exactly a year ago tomorrow. So today was the last day to get to 800km in a year. Hubby tut-tutted at me as he still thinks I'm not fit. I told him I'd been running all week and was fine. I'm still coughing when I go from warm to cold and vice versa, but it's not a really bad, ill cough. He told me horror stories about viruses attacking the heart if you overdo it and I told him horror stories about fat lasses dying early of heart attacks because they don't exercise. I won. And am proud to announce that runkeeper now tells me I have run 801 km in total. That's about 66 km a month. And I've been out 167 times, which is over 3x a week and not far short of every other day. The sun was shining today, I saw the first snowdrops. A year of running, who would have thought it?