This Sunday is the marathon; I am so excited I can barely contain myself but it is a very odd mix of emotions.

• Naturally, running 26.2 miles is not easy so I feel some dread.
• There is a crowd cheering you on the whole way so I feel encouraged.
• It’s a goal I always wanted to achieve so I am very proud.
• It’s the big unknown so I am apprehensive.
• I have a sinking feeling my support team will fall apart so I am panicked.
• Finally, I am glad that it’s almost over because I am tired.