So off out again to run a little five miles tonight. Anyone would think I was starting to get nervous about my impending doom (less than 21 days to go now).
My big toes really really hurt. I never thought I would be anxious to get a delivery of running shoes, but I really do need them. I have taken the Jedi running masters advice and ordered a half size larger. I have also ordered three new tops as I wanted something new for the day. Three - no point in limiting my options, you never can tell how I will feel on the day.
My toe nails (is that all one word?) under my Jessica polish are foul and now having booked my pedicure I KNOW I am going to have to take poor Netty a peace offering with my repulsive feet. Food may not be appropriate as she may well loose her appetite once she has had to treat them.
My run was difficult tonight probably fuelled by dehydration, no lunch, my sore toes and a long day at the zoo herding two small children who instinctively and continually head to opposite polar coodinates at the same time. Have I mentioned I have really sore toes and horrible black toe nails - yes? Two miles into my run I started to suffer from a killer stitch. I had to stop. If I get one of those on the day it's not going to be good. I think it was probably down to my lack of hydration today.
On the plus side - the sheep in the field & I have reached a whole new level in our relationship. They didn't run away tonight as I puffed my way by them. They just stared.
I must investigate if there is a chance they are getting to know me.
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