The dreams have started. Last night I dreamt that I went to Japan with Krzys's mum and Axl Rose to watch a giant bubble-blowing competition. When we got there though, it was all a ploy - there were no bubbles, and I had to run the Tokyo marathon. It took me 13 hours because I got lost, but when I finally got to the end she had made me a cheesecake and a man with a long beard presented it to me. I have no idea what it means.



I'm actually feeling quite excited today, as well as nervous. I'm ultra sensitive to every single little twinge and ache at the moment, silently praying that they'll disappear as quickly as they arrive. My back still hurts, but not quite as bad. I still have some discomfort in my upper back too. It hurts if I lean back, or breathe in too deeply. Trying to just ignore it.

On Saturday I ran 8 miles, it was absolutely terrible. I felt exhausted. For the first time in my training (other than in Austin) it was hot. I'm completely unprepared for the heat. I had zero energy. My HR was really high. I had to keep stopping. I ran out of water after 4 miles. As I was running, I kept thinking - if it's like this next week, there's no way I'll cope. But I'll just have to. Please let it rain. On the plus side, the various injuries seemed to hold up ok.

Sat next to a bloke on the train this morning who serenaded me with a long, thick, moist sniff approximately once every three seconds. It was disgusting. Get a bloody tissue, you freak.

If I get a cold now.... his life won't be worth living (if I see him again).