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I am now become a hypochondriac. Emma is still sniffling, Jen has an horrendous cough and Amy is showing signs of a cold. In addition I am having to eat microwaved meals as the building works are in full swing. This dust from the demolition isn't doing me much good either. This is not good news for someone who is going to put their body on the line on Sunday. The last thing that I need is a cold after the run of bad luck that I have had. The medical check up is not great. The hamstring seems tight - this may be my imagination and the achilles seems to seize up if I sit down for any length of time. At this stage completing the race is as good as it will get. I am paranoid that I have developed a sniffle but cannot be sure. It is always the same in the last week. You do not give a jot about your health for 15 weeks running in all sorts of weather, missing sleep, not eating well then suddenly in the last week we become holier than though about our diet, sleep patterns and general health. I am as much to blame as the next runner having popped 2 multi vitamins a day for the last 2 weeks.
No run tonight. I feel that the cycle into work and back is sufficient to keep me ticking over. I have packed everything and am ready to go tomorrow. My sister has kindly agreed to take me to the airport. By all accounts there are horrendous motorway works on the M8 at the moment so I jumped at the offer of a lift. Nick is meeting me tomorrow morning to let me have the keys to the London flat. I haven't even got the address other than it is somewhere in Canary Wharf. Better get the maps out. I can see me walking around London in the wee small hours trying to find the place.
Still low on confidence. I took the tubi grip off today and the leg just doesn't feel quiet right. I will definately need to run with it on. No running now until Saturday when I am due to do a couple of miles before the big day. Time to get some inspiration
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