I had a bad dream last night, it was Brighton marathon day and for some reason I had not paid my entry fee. The fee in my dream was £190 and I was in a flat panic to get to the bank with my credit card to pay. My father was present although not being very helpful and even less so when the bank told me that my credit card had expired. It was 11am by this stage and the race had been going for two hours. I still had a plan that I could catch up with the runners but attempting to persuade the bank to pay my fee was clearly not going to happen.

I was aware that my running buddy Marianne would have been confused and a bit upset that I had failed to show up after all of the training we had done, and this made me feel worse. Then I woke up, and I realised that there was still a week to go and I breathed a sigh of relief. I celebrated with a short 4 mile run outside in the sunshine and I realised how excited I am to be taking part in the first ever Brighton Marathon 2010.