3 - the magic number

Bearing in mind it's pretty much exactly a month to "the big race", i'm continuing to take my training seriously. Having woken up to 3 cigarettes and 3 cups of coffee for breakfast this morning, i have followed it up with my choice of fried chicken for dinner. That will be the third night running, then, that i've gorged on deep fried, battery fed, half formed grey tasteless poultry. I bet paula radcliffe has a smilarily strict regime