Time is ticking until the half marathon in Iceland this Saturday. I have sweated blood and tears training in ludicrous conditions upon my travels across the globe but as the big day approaches, disaster has struck…'You can't run this weekend,' says the doctor matter of factly.
‘But I have to,' I reply defiantly, questioning this doctor's integrity.
‘I advise you not to.'
‘But I have to,' I repeat nearly doubling over in stomach pain.
He just looks straight through me.
‘Get some rest and try to starve yourself for a few days.' – a few days! I can't even go an hour without food!
I walk out of the surgery deflated. Apparently my body is trying to get into the Guinness Book of World Records for the amount of parasites it can pick up. Not content with a shameful three, it has now picked up another bacterial infection which has yet to be named. But this one has timed itself just perfectly for my race.
Will I be able to run? I don't think so. So my aim now is to get better so I can be cheering on the rest of the party at the finishing line.
Can I get well in time? I really hope so – watch this space to find out…