Nearly there…

Two sleeps.  Or two not-a-lot-of-sleeps.  We’re heading down to Greenwich tomorrow to pick up my race number and spend the night pretty much as close as we can to the start line. I am nervous.  Actually, probably more nervous than I was before Brighton.  I know I’m hurt, and I don’t know how it’s going…

Fundraiser – want to come?

I’m writing a blog today because my muscles – specifically my gluteus maximus muscles – are super DOMS-y from Becky’s new weights routine, and consequently I’m no good for much else but sitting down.  Tuesdays are now more varieties of squat than I even knew existed – including some olympic lifting that involves me *stamping*…