It's the 13th today and it has got me thinking about my 13.1 mile run on Sunday.
I plan to run the Liverpool Half Marathon in memory of my dad who passed away in 2010.
I love to run but am getting increasingly anxious about the race as I hate big events.
I ran 11 miles a couple of weeks ago so know I can cover the distance but I hate waiting around beforehand and get very nervous.
This dread of the race is killing my love of running.
After Sunday I will never enter a race again.
Although I have run several half marathons and all under two hours I will be happy to get round this one without stopping.
I just hope 13 will be my lucky number on Sunday.
By the way did I tell you that we will be hosting my son's 18th birthday party for 50 of his friends the evening before.
Maybe that's the real reason I am so anxious.
Boots - Clarks
Skirt - Noa Noa
Top - and M