Be Prepared

I’m writing this on the train to Richmond, where we’re staying the night before the race. I still have the cold, my legs ache and I haven’t run a decent mile all week, but I’m carrying on as if none of that mattered, in the hope that it won’t (it will).

Whatever, in 15 hours the race will be underway and in 17 hours it will be over. I’m as prepared as it’s possible to be. I have vaseline, sticking plasters, tissues, jelly babies, foam bananas (secret weapon), real bananas, pasta for dinner and my race number.

Wish me luck!