Injury worry, I'm not ready for this.

Saturday 17th of April

My last 'big run' before the marathon. 23 miles, no fooling, going to get it done.

First major issue, toilet stop. had to stop once at Old st tube station, which was really strange as all the lights in the toilets are UV, so you walk in and you feel like you're at a rave. I assume the UV lights are in there to stop people from seeing their drugs but I think it's counter productive, Had I been out all night and wandered into the bogs, I may have thought that it was another club, until people start pissing of course.

Next toilet stop the Holborn Weatherspoon, Saturday morning drinkers at 10am, it's a strange thing to see, almost as strange as a sweaty runner queuing up at the bar to ask the staff if they can use the toilet.

As I stood there waiting for the old chap in front to finish ordering his ale, I remembered that I'd been in here before, at 9am after having fallen out of the End club round the corner a year or two ago. I tried to remember if I felt worse then than I did today. I felt worst today.

I got round the Old Bailey, up to St Pauls, through the city, and felt pretty good as I turned left onto globe road and into Victoria park. I get round to the other side of the park and stopped to rehydrate.

I set off again ready for another 8 miles, rounded the park and exited and headed back towards Bow, at this point a seemingly suicidal child ran in front of me, I executed a deft side step, looked back to give the parents the "don't worry, I won't hurt/sexually abuse your child" look, as I did I didn't see the steep incline off the roundabout, I stretched out my left leg to get over it and felt a pull behind my knee. It was bad. one week till the marathon and a kid may have forced me out of the race. The little shit.

I stopped, gave the legs a stretch and tried to carry on. I ran another 2 miles or so back down Roman rd then up Cambridge Heath rd but I knew I had to stop. So I walked home from there. feeling really shitty and worried.