The dreaded 20 minute run. It's snowing. I've got a bit of a blister. What other excuses could I find? Somehow, without really thinking it through too much, I asked my husband if he would come with me today. He's fit and fast, but keen to help me out. Like a greyhound running with a tortoise. But we went out in the snow, and surprisingly the conditions were good for running. No wind, and the snow wasn't too damp. He walked fast beside me shouting extra encouragement, and much to my surprise I managed the whole 20 minutes. Srava tells me I've set 5 PB's this morning, so all round feeling on top of the world.