The weather continues to be warm. I didn't manage a last minute short run in my marathon kit today but, as they say, I can't get any fitter than I am now. Last night I slept well, apart from an odd dream in which I was at a job interview, but one held in a court room. I was the candidate/accused, and sat behind glass in the dock, while the questions were relayed to me by a dysfunctional microphone. I said time and time again that I couldn't hear the questions, but the jury or panel didn't care. From time to time someone would enter the dock and whisper a hint to me, but the hints were as obscure as the questions.
However I sleep tonight, I go into tomorrow with 500 miles of training in my feet, and the knowledge that tomorrow will not be as wet as the Isle of Wight, as hilly as Beachy Head, as crowded as London (though it will be pretty busy) nor as far from home as the Neolithic. Good luck, everyone.
