desperance

Weather: cool, grey, rainy. Ideal for running writing. Tick.

Time: 10.10. Late to the line, but not too late, so long as no one has stolen my table. Tick.

Running shoes & kit: laptop charged, online and fully functional. Back-ups in situ. Tick.

Liquids: one pint of coffee infused, another inflasked. Further hydration stations available en route. Tick.

Energy bars and bananas: sossidge sammiches, tomatoes, chocolate. Tick.

Pretty metric for reporting progress: untick! Need pretty metric for reporting progress. It can wait.

Fitness level: untick. Breathing congested, difficult, ragged, sore. Unfortunately this is not a metaphor. Which is why I'm late to the line; had to go to doctor's first. Have ordered a ramscoopful of medications. If I'm found sitting dizzy by the kerbside - metaphorically or otherwise - y'all know what to do.

In the meantime, I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a novel.

Might tweet updates at #BookRace. Might not. We'll see. Wouldn't want to be boring.