The night before... anti-Christmas

Well it's finally here. The city-to-surf race starts at 9am tomorrow morning and I'm dreading it with an abundance of what can only be described as the complete opposite to how you feel on Christmas eve.

14km of torture and I've only run once in the last 3 weeks (and that was a measely 4.5km coz my feet hurt!). I'm so dead!

Not that any of you get the Sun Herald but if you have some crazy broadsheet collecting obsession and you do happen to read this Tuesday's one then you can find out what place I've come. My race number is 16143.

Argh! The fear.......