Well, I walked a bit, but I'm still alive. Looks like I came out ahead.

Didn't meet the timing either. But what with the 7 min delay before we even started while the boss man was giving us a pep talk (the run had already started), I don't think I did too badly. Considering my illustrious absence from most of the trainings. (All on official leave, mind you.)

But again, I'm still alive, with nothing broken or irreparably worn out (I think).

Met a handful of course-mates. The mood is unanimous. Our time (to go) is near.

So here I sit with muscle rub pre-emptively slathered all over, just thanking God that He brought me through that long, long run.

Back to work tomorrow.

Wheee.