I should be, and fully intended to be, about 10 minutes into a 40 minute session just now. But as I was squeezing myself into the kit of doom the rain started falling so hard I could barely hear the telly. It's simply not good enough. Typically, now I've undressed again and sat down to write this, I can hear quite well again. But there's a limit to the mucking about I'm prepared to do. If mother nature decides she wants to grow up and play fair, I'll consider running this evening after work. I really want to put in all 4 sessions this week, to make this weekend's half marathon race go as smoothly as possible.

Which reminds me, I never blogged about Sunday's session. Much like this morning, I got sleeted on as soon as I stepped outside, so I came back inside again. After despairing ever so slightly (my inner drama queen's in hibernation, it seems), I decided to hit the road as soon as there was a break in the weather and aim to do a level 3 session of 50 minutes that I'd missed earlier in the week, rather than attempting the full 12 miles I had planned.

And when it came to doing it, the interval session proved its worth again. My stride length is definitely increasing and I'm finding it much easier to push myself for longer and longer distances. I covered 5.75 miles in the 50 minutes, equivalent to 6.9 mph, which blows anything else I've done totally out of the water pace-wise.

Conditions allowing, therefore, I'm quietly confident about finishing the Brighton Half on Sunday. But, Mr Fish, Ms Preston and other smiling-while-pointing-at-maps type people (I could do that!), please secure us some nice, bright, shininess for the rest of this week. Alright?