Yesterday I got a visit from my postman. Usually he comes and just stuffs things into the letterbox and goes before I realise that he's been. But yesterday was different. He came right up to the house and insisted that I come out. I had to sign his little book and then he gave me this -
Which I promptly tore open to find this -
That's right. The International Running Flag of Friendship has arrived! And just in time. I have my 5k race on this Sunday and I'll be taking this
for a little run. I hope it doesn't weigh me down too much. Then it'll be sewn on to the big flag and be sent on its way to San Diego to visit Chris. Get your flag ready Chris and thread that sewing needle.
I'm trying hard not to think too much about Sunday's race. It's a pretty small event at the University of Queensland and I know the area really well. It's an almost flat course - just a couple of small rises - so that's good. I'm just a bit scared about the pain that will be involved, what pace I can maintain without totally dying, and basically being unprepared. Does that sound like I have a crisis of confidence? Yep, I probably do. I've been running pretty well in training but the moment I think about racing my legs turn to jelly. I'm trying to trick my brain into thinking that I'm just going on a training run and if I feel good I'll push a bit harder than usual.
So watch this space for a race report in the very near future and, Chris you can start keeping your eye out for a parcel in about a fortnight's time.