Can’t stop thinking about next week. I keep checking the clock and imagining where I’ll be. Cato Ridge? The chicken farms? Oh god.

We had our Comrades breakfast with the club yesterday at Primi in Camps Bay. The atmosphere from the supporters was pretty festive, but you could tell who’ll be running next week because they weren’t smiling. I sat next to Casper Greef who is 75+ and on his 38th Comrades outing, he confided to me that he was hanging on in there for his 40th medal, he didn’t look happy either.

So now I was completely wound up, I went home and got all my race kit out; vest, shorts, socks, vaseline, its all hanging out on the chair by my bed, so now when I wake up in the morning its the first thing I look at. Oh god.