Twas the night before Edinburgh marathon and I am shitting me self.

Not literally, but you get the idea.

This week has been a mixture of positive and negative.

The negative is that I still feel pain /aching in my glute. Sort of. It’s moved about. My physio has reassured me this is a positive sign as my body adjusts and is working shiz out (paraphrasing).

I also had a stressful train journey up, but I am here now.

The positives are much more plentiful. I no longer feel a sharp pain when in bed.

I ran twice this week (for ten minutes) and it wasn’t painful, just uncomfortable.

Physio exercises seem to be doing something.

If I take pain relief and whisky I feel absolutely nothing.

Yeah yeah. Judge me. I’ve earnt this.

I have just enjoyed a nandos feast ready for tomorrow. My only expectation is to finish.

My train journey got better, I met some lovely Americans from Boston who showed some amazing support. I love having random interactions that can help brighten the day.

How do I feel right now?

Numb (might be the whisky). And determined. All I want to do is to run and finish. Please. I’ve come this far.

Short blog this week but I will provide a more detailed summary once this is all over.

This week’s song… Well. I like listening to a lot of shit when I run. Mainly to amuse me but also distract me when struggling.

I’m in the blue pen and tomorrow night I’m going to have the best fucking night of me life eyyy.