I'm not. I trawled my sorry arse back from work after 7.30pm for the second night running and, on top of having had a job interview on Tuesday following a heavy weekend north of the border for my friends Al & Susan's wedding, I'm shattered.
Not so shattered, however, that I can't raise this tab or can of Red Stripe to my lips, whilst mindlessly staring at a computer screen for what feels like the 85th hour this week.
Got four weeks til we jet off to New York; 5 until the actual run. More than enough time to go from a standing start to enough fitness to run over 6 miles.... right?
Meh, who cares. I'll be in New York!
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