Well, folks, that's your final rhyming post header from me (but you don't get rid of me that easily!).
So that's the final week of the programme started. 2 more runs to go before I cross the line. A line which is both a finish line and a start line... the finish-line of this amazing programme and the start line of me as a runner. Wow!
Today's run was interesting. If I believed that a higher power had enough time or interest in what little old me is doing on a Thursday morning, I'd be certain this was a test. The moment I stepped out of the door, it started to rain. Heavily. By the time I got to the start point of my warm up walk, it was like a couple of firemen had opened their hoses on me. I couldn't see, I couldn't get my phone to open so I could turf Laura out of her pit. I couldn't see my Garmin to start the run. I actually don't know why I carried on at that point, other than I was already there.
As soon as I started running, the rain stopped. At EXACTLY half way, the sun came out for a few moments. By the time I got back to where I'd started, all was peaceful and calm, tantrum over. Now I know I have the mental strength to get through anything the weather can throw at me.
Perhaps it was a long-lost relative with nothing better to do for an hour... if it was, I thank them!