Two weeks to go until I glide majestically through the streets of our glittering capital with nary a bead of sweat upon my brow, breezing past runners half my age as I effortlessly break the tape in a Half Marathon world record time.
Well that was the plan. Sadly the amount of pies and chocolate I've been eating whilst watching the Olympics (I was inspired) have scuppered my dreams. But I'm still in. Who else is getting excited/fearful?