I can't really believe it. Even the teenage males of the family are showing some respect
It was an interesting run - dodging puddles (some more successfully than others) and tree branches weighted down with rain, peering through fogged up glasses and running a new - and, for me, very public - route through town. But at the end of the cool down walk I confess to whooping aloud when Sarah told me I was a runner (knowing it was OK to do so, I'm not the first and won't be the last!). To be fair, she had no idea how slowly I had been 'running', but she didn't seem to care so why should I?
Technically two thirds of the program done, though there's a seriously solid looking block of running ahead of me in the final third. Hey ho, slowly onwards, with trust in the program and an ever-growing number squished gremlins on the soles of my trainers
We can do this!