Up several times in the night following three pints of non-alcoholic beverage. Must be an age thing. No early morning run – catching up on lost sleep from disturbed night. Manage thirty minutes easy in the evening just to remind the legs what they’re supposed to do on Sunday. It’s been another gorgeous day – maybe the weather forecasters have got it right for Sunday and it will be a warm one.
Ponder on Sophie’s maintaining contact with supporters via text at Paris and Julie is going to do the same at London. Whilst it appeals to me in knowing where the supporters are going to be, it’s not really me. I have to stick my specs on my head and concentrate hard when texting and that’s not conducive to maintaining my pace or not tripping up. Besides Liz and Gerry have got to do detailed planning over evening meal tomorrow so it will be a military operation and I’ll know exactly where they intend to be.
Loads of messages on Facebook from runners already en route or in London. Feel I’m being a slow poke by not going until tomorrow. Still, I’d rather have the extra day on Monday as travelling back on Sunday may be somewhat uncomfortable.
Give my legs up for a thorough massage at Tony’s; feel like I’m floating on air when we leave. Complete packing and itinerary. Ready to go.
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