Sunday 12 October
Im writing this with frozen peas under my ankle but feeling smug. I ran 13.1 miles in under 2 hours even though I was injured.
Also happy because my parents came down to watch me, I picked up a lot of free stuff like bananas, mars bars, powerade, yoghurts and energy bars in the VIP area, and some nice mates texted to ask me how it went.
I have a lot of people looking out for me. A permanent man would be nice, but Im not going to die alone with all the good mates I have.
I'm just going to wait for the right man next, as I had further evidence that the last ex is crazy. He wrote to my dad, telling him I was 'addicted to cocaine'. Its so embarassing for me and worrying for my parents. Thank goodness my parents trust me.
Hope the ankle is better by tomorrow because Im due on TV to talk about Amy Winehouse. I dont want to look as mental as she is and I will do at the moment (my face is screwed up in pain)