in ten minutes we will leave the house and i will join 600 other runners for the faversham 10k race. scared doesn't even begin to cover it. i have a sore throat too - although i honestly don't know if its a coming-down-with-a-cold sore throat or my body's last ditch attempt to stop this nonsense and bring me back to my senses. i am trying to explain to my body and mind that it would be eminently helpful if we could be together on this endeavour but so far they are not on speaking terms. i just hope when push comes to shove they'll snap out if it or i may be the first runner to actually have to be stretchered off, stiff as a plank, from the starting line.
oh well. as i'm sure someone once said, what doesn't kill you, doesn't kill you.
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