The big day

I'm up, dressed, I've had a bowl of bran flakes and a banana and am trying to forget that I feel very nervous and sick! I spent all night dreaming about the race - the main one being that I went on Dragon's Den to ask for sponsorship and Carol Vorderman was a guest dragon and she gave me £20,000.

So we're all ready to go. I just said to Matt that I felt really sick.
Matt: "It's because you are. Sick in the head - we're about too run a stupid distance."
Moments later he added: "Hey, Em - your number's got 13 in it."

I've got my new socks on (thanks James and Ben) and my now semi-famous bright pink t-shirt so that my parents can spot me (Matt: "Are you sure you should wear that? If your photo goes in the paper again, everyone's going to think you only have one top and never wash it.").

Bring it on! I think.