When I started writing this post it was called 5 days to go. Someone stole two days of my life when I wasn’t looking, and now it’s Thursday.
I went to the Expo to collect my marathon number yesterday.
London was beautiful in the sunshine, and the DLR train to ExCel was full of excitement – I think most people were going to the Expo. I saw some of the roads we’ll be running on in three days. Eek.
Zoe and I both felt like frauds. The rest of the people there looked like proper runners. Then I remembered Eleanor Roosevelt (‘nobody can make you feel inferior withouth your consent’) and the months of training we’ve done.(yes, I am trying to convince myself)
We wrote on the famous wall of fame:
Then I went back into town, met my mum, ate sushi (no children! yay!) and went for coffee (at bathtime! no children! yay!).
And then I went to the Gielgud Theatre where we saw Hair.
I didn’t really know what to expect: I knew the songs, I knew there was nakedness. What I didn’t expect was a beautiful, poignant, anti-war play which was as relevant today as it was 40 years ago.
Go and see it.
Yours carbily (pasta, anyone?)