GNR minus 3 days. Tomorrow we set off for the north-east.
Beginning to feel quite apprehensive about the race now. It will be a slog.
Every time a race appears I vow to do things better than last time. Always top of the list is that I’ll get to my target weight.
Don’t even ask… I have another 3 days to lose 7.8 pounds. Still, it could have been worse. If I hadn’t carried out some attempted face-saving butchery at the beginning of this week, it would have been 17.8 pounds. Just how pathetic is that?
