Final KM. OIR and I nearly cried when we reached 3, mostly because we missed the one that said 2 and thought there was only a street to go and that we were actually rather fast. We weren't.

We get medals. And finish and stuff - they're interviewing the winner when I cross the finish lines ("Raise your hands as you pass!" - no. Not ever.) who'd been training three times a week for the last eight weeks, which was what I meant to do but failed entirely.

Done. And so am I.