What else can go wrong?

I have just run 22 miles, my last long run before the marathon. Lots of things went wrong.

1. I fell over. I got about a mile down the road, and I tripped on a tree root and fell over, grazing my knee, elbow and hand. I feel a bit like a child. Mum, can I have a plaster?

2. Speaking of plasters, I usually put them over my nipples to stop the ol' joggers nipple syndrome. One of them fell off I'm not sure if this happened when I fell over, but it happened, so I was also bleeding from my right nipple.

3. To try to rectify the nipple situation, I tried to put the front of my shirt over my head, not like Ravenelli's goal celebration, but so I could still see, but this caused additional chafing under the armpits, and some funny looks from other people, especially as I ran past the swanky bars in football

4. I had a cunning plan. I took an extra bottle of water that I left by a little wall, so I could get some extra fluid for the last 3 miles or so. When I came back it was either too dark and I missed it or some busy body tidied it up. So I had no water or Lucozade for the last 3 miles.

5. I think I hit the wall. On all of the runs I have done so far, I have never stopped. That means that I have run or jogged all of them. After about 19 miles, and the lack of water, my resolve weakened and I started walking. I must've walked about 2 miles in total. My Aussie mate Matt Wells does a bit of running and I was telling him about how I can focus and run for long distances, her called in the Ollie Gray 'Mind Of Steel' technique. Today it was 'Mind of Plywood'

I've had some feedback about this blog that its too heavy and negative, so I am going to finish on a real positive.

On Friday night we held a Race Night in London, everyone had a great night and we raised loads of money, so I have now raised over £1500 for the FSI, which is absolutely fantastic. A massive thank you to everyone who came and making it a success.

You know what? I am glad all those things went wrong today because it shows that while the 'Mind of Steel' escaped me for a while, it came back I ran the last mile uphill, I usually find it really tough but I flew up there, listening to 'Smack my Bitch up' on repeat.

Its better that these things go wrong now, so I know that I can overcome them and keep on going on the day. If I can do 22, 26.2 will be no problem.