You're about to encounter the bend that will lead you into the home strait, JandJ, and this is a time when your legs may falter and you'll need to draw on every reserve available to give you the stamina to make it to the finish line.
My late appearance today is in part because I've found it difficult to come up with a thought that will get you round that curve and spur you on.
Accordingly, instead of a thought for today I'm reproducing an ode by that most prolific of poets, Anon,, which I hope will encourage you to keep on going until you get there, honey.
I know that in truth you have no choice but, nevertheless, it may comfort you to know that others have run the race and met with success because they didn't despair and they didn't quit.
As this was oiginally written about 'man', I've taken the liberty of doing some gender reassignment of my own.
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit-
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a woman turns about
When she might have won had she stuck it out.
Don't give up though the pace seems slow -
You may succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering woman;
Often the struggler has given up
Whe she might have captured the victor's cup;
And she learned too late when the night came down,
How close she was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out -
The silver tint in the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It might be near when it seems afar;
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit -
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.