As I type, I sit in the gym's cybercafe, eating bananas and feeling quietly smug, having just run 16km in around 1 hour and 35 minutes. That was the longest I've ever run, and if I can keep that average speed up, I should manage the half marathon (21km) in 2 hours and 4 minutes. So my goal will be to beat 2 hours, which I'm confident that with the pace-setters around me on the day, I should be able to achieve.
Who would have ever thought I would become the kind of person who uses terms like "goal" or "achieve", let alone in my free time?
I'm off home for some pasta, before I faint.