This time next week I’ll be hobbling into the newsroom, fresh from the Great North Run.
To be honest, as I write this, I’m struggling enough with muscle fatigue purely because of how much training I’ve been packing in.
My body is the closest to a temple as it’s likely to get. Not a biscuit has passed my lips for a fortnight. And, in an office where biscuit hour is every hour, that’s quite a feat of self-control.
Not an ounce of cake has reached my lips – or my hips – for even longer and I haven’t had a big night out since my holiday.
I plan to keep all of this up until after I cross the Great South Run finishing line on October 27.
I’m doing all of this for The Rowans. Sponsor me at justgiving.co.uk/emma-judd1