My race number has arrived. And my leg is feeling a bit better. It's all go! Except I had to work late so missed running club anyway. Unfortunately, I've spent most of the past three weeks squashed in an office chair. If the half on Sunday involves staring myopically at a computer screen, I'll definitely win.
In the absence of any actual running, I've decided visualization will have to suffice. I'm picturing myself racing confidently along the south Devon coast, enjoying the sea air and crossing the line in 1 hr 30. I may as well aim high. I'm also picturing a lovely hot dog. Not for Sunday. Just generally. I'm hungry.