Very short long run. A total of 7.8kms in 33:18 (4:16's). It served no purpose other than to turn the legs over and stop you going stir crazy.
Doubt and paranoia at the moment. The doubt isn't troubling me as I know I've trained more than any of my previous races. The paranoia is controllable - you know what I'm talking about: "I coughed, I must be getting sick" or "I'm going to take these stairs very easy so as to avoid tripping up and breaking my leg". Madness.
Race strategy tomorrow. It's looking like another Dublin job...
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