Today the marathon once again came with trials and tribulations. After a night of thunder, lightening and rain in Florence, we set off from our campsite keen to test out the quadriceps muscle. If it felt stronger after all the rest, ice and ibuprofen, I could run steadily from 6.30 am and complete the run by lunchtime when the temperatures climb into the 90s. If it felt like it was tearing and becoming more damaged I would have to hobble and limp along long into the afternoon heat or concede defeat and stop the challenge today. Initial signs were promising, I applied some heat rub and walked the first mile. Walking all steep downhill sections on the road into Florence (Firenze), I managed to gingerly run 16 miles. Once in the city itself, however, I felt I was doing more harm than good to my injury and reluctantly began to walk. Only 10 miles to go! We became snarled up in the late-morning city traffic and using the temperamental Sat Nav to guide us, struggled to get out of the city centre. Following Hannah in the car I ran (okay, hobbled) 3 laps of the city’s inner ring road (a blend of 4-lane congested underpasses and rather nice statues and fountains!). Eventually (!) we left the swerving busses and mad scooters of the city and ascended to the village of Montersoli which had lovely views back over the city. This evening if my blisters permit (I picked up my third one today on the inside of my heel, possibly caused by all this walking business and very painful!) we hope to have dinner in Florence.