BR, the divine providence thought had crossed my mind! February and March are generally tough enough for me, being six-nations season, so this appears to be a simple message to give up on thoughts of racing in those months. Unless it's a Saturday morning or a hungover Sunday club outing, of course. However I like an HM about seven or eight weeks before the big day, as there's time for me to tweak MP or reassess plans, or even just to get a mental boost. I think I will have to go without, but at least if I can take your message on board I'll see it as a positive thing. YD, I wouldn't drive too far, unless it was a thread outing. (I'd drive to Norfolk to see Dash outed!)
Nice tired miles, YD, and nice fresh ones, MrV. DrD, if you're having broken sleep this late you will still be viral on Sunday regardless of how you feel. Your reserves have been drained trying to keep you together and fight off phlegmy splutters, you haven't slept well, and let's face it you're going to be standing on that line below par even if you're feeling fit right now. Would you go drain them again and put your body through hell for a disappointing result? There are other races. There is not another 'this season' in which you can consistently train. You've had your running life disrupted too much. Don't force it to be disrupted again, just when you were getting back on track. (And yes, I saw you suggesting a 26.2 mile LSR - you really think caution helps over that distance?)
Ooh, just got a bit of a twinge stepping down off that soapbox!
Oregon circuits last night. Don't you just love doing thirty seconds of squat jumps followed by a flat-out sprint? And the session finished off with 125, 175, 225, 175, 125. First two not so bad but in the 225 could really feel what the circuits had worked. On the last sprint, one zippynippy was complaining about all his other training impacting, so I smiled as I reminded him he should have paced himself better, whereupon he smiled as he promptly challenged me. It's not a challenge I'd accept if he was fresh, but looking at his strained features and pouring sweat I realised that I couldn't take pity. I had to really rub it in with a look back over the shoulder about ten metres from the line which brought out an entirely too satisfying groan from somewhere back in the distance.
But kids, don't race in training! 
Nice 45 mins this am wearing in a new pair of Kanadias. About four and a half miles of trail and track, hill and muck. Lovely! They were blue. That is forgotten.
Edited: 05/10/2012 at 14:28