...as, I suspect, am I.
I know I promised I wouldn't but after writing my last blog I was overcome with a desire to know what I was to be faced with on Saturday. And I'm not happy.
Okay I still have one more Week 2 run to go but I see the Evil One has doubled the run time she expects of me. I mean, it's all very well her whispering sweet nothings in my ear about how well I'm doing, what an achievement it is even starting the programme etc but to go from 90 seconds to three minutes is bang out of order!
I know she loved me last week but what have I done to upset her?
Don't get me wrong, I'll head out on Saturday morning determined to do it but I'm fighting back too. From today I shall be sporting a badge saying 'I Hate Laura', the plan being that every knowing look I receive shall bolster my attempt, every wry smile will put strength in my legs, every tearful glance a spring in my step. I'll feckin' show her she can't mess with me.
Oh and don't you worry, I've already started work on a voodoo doll for Week 4. An ugly voodoo doll!