Good luck, Sweder !

[Nigel]

Well, this is it, my friend.

I'm away from my desk tomorrow - 27 holes, no less, with a bunch of old fogey octagenarians from my alma mater. It'll make me feel young again, that much is certain, and however poor my game.

But I digress. The big event of the year is just about to begin. I'm very envious of the thought, and I'll probably have to place myself well away from the TV on Sunday. Last Wednesday morning at the finish line on The Mall was homage enough for one year.

You're in great shape. Your training went off with a bang, maybe too much of one. It kick-started your form, and then forced you to rein it back in a bit. Which, almost certainly, was no bad thing. Now it seems like you're flying. Which is just how it should be.

Maybe there's something we can all learn there, from the relatively restrained mid-week training plan, and the totally committed, horrendously punishing long run, consumed raw, and up hill and down dale. I'll try to remember that formula.

We've all enjoyed your journey, and your running is in the perfect place now, as the day spreads out ahead of you. All you need to do now is run.

I'll be thinking about that long second climb up La Rambla de Almería this Sunday. 'The Snake is my friend'. And 'Marathon running, it's all about control'. With those two mantras in mind, you just can't go wrong.

Go for it, and have a great day !

Nigel