Hi ho

So here we are. I'm typing away here, slurping down tea and icing my ankle one last time before I catch the train to the Big Smoke and Very Slow Marathon #5. That came around quickly....
I really have no words, so I'll nick those of the mighty Emma, my comrade in Stupid Determination:
there's a familiar turn of mind that anyone who has faced the marathon will know. I am alternating between "Ohshitohshitohshit, we're all going to die!" and "Who the hell am I to even consider running a marathon?" Good luck to my friends who are facing down the big 42.2 this weekend. Remember, it's a long way and it's going to hurt a lot.
Ok darl, I'll remember.
Wish me luck, eh?More anon, nervous grinners!