So it’s only 4 days until I do my first and maybe last 10 mile run. I go from abject fear to being excited, to just wanting the whole thing just to be over with!
I got a slight injury last week, too much running up hills I have been told and haven’t really run much since. It’s getting better and I had been wondering whether I should use it as an excuse to get out of the run. Alas I have a husband and a determination to not quit.
I have stopped drinking until after the race, which is fine during the week, however I really like a glass of wine on a Friday night. I have though promised myself a glass of Prosecco (at least one) when I have finished.
Antony is coming with me on Sunday and will be my rock. He has done nothing but cheer me on and has had to and is having to listen to all my doubts, fears etc!!
I will let you know how I get on next week.