I knew I was being cunning in agreeing to work two days of the holiday; it distracted me. The problem is now I have finished, it's Expo tomorrow and I feel as if I have a hundred mice nibbling at my insides. Damn mice! I'm also getting very emotional, people's generousity means I am only now 2% away from £2k and I've just watched one of those afternoon TV movies that are designed entirely to make you cry. This was one I've seen before, Scott Bakula as a Cesna pilot whose navigation equipment has malfunctioned and he is rescued by an Air New Zealand jet. I feel like the Cesna pilot, especially towards the end of the film where he has been flying for twenty-three hours and a storm is buffeting him as he tries to land in Auckland. The marathon is a bit like a long flight, hours in departure wasting money on duty free (or running gear) and then you are called to depart - this is when the nerves kick in - and then you are off! Whether you have a smooth flight or hit turbulance depends on so many factors, both within and without your control. I guess we'll just have to wait until Sunday to see what kind of marathon I have... smooth I hope. At the very least I hope I don't have to get rescued!