Vera and I went for another run yesterday, and the thing which got us through was the thought of the cold bottle of wine I had sitting in the fridge at home, waiting for us. We needed it you see because we mapped our run on http://www.mapmyrun.com and had only done 5 kms. Which felt like more. Until we realised it was in miles, and we in fact had done 8km, including a nasty mountain climb. Hooray! Four more of those suckers and we have reached our goal of 12 km and can retire to drinking wine all day. Now there’s something to aim for!