I've just called my mum. I know I probably will survive the afternoon, but it's a long-time since I've felt this scared.
It's a strange kind of fear - everything seems very clear and very, very slow, which is strange in the circumstances.
Perhaps agreeing to face Australian cricketer Brett Lee - vying with Shoaib Akhtar to be the world's fastest bowler - wasn't my smartest move, although I did have a brief thought that perhaps I'll nick him for six and be a legend.
At least he won't hit me. Well not on purpose anyway - the PR woman did point out that if I panic and jump the wrong way the best I can expect is a broken arm.
Now it's time to pad up. Only leg pads and gloves were forthcoming. Seemed a bit girly to ask for a helmet, so off I went.
The good bit is that he seemed a long way away down the other end of the wicket. The not so good bit is that there were five other Australian cricketers down there rarking him up.
Lee has been clocked at 157.45 km/h (at Cape Town in 2002) and, given that a cricket pitch is only 22 yards long, you get very little time to react ... or twitch.
Oh God, here we go. Option A - cry and run away. Option B - close the eyes. Option C - not sure there is one.
The first delivery, a gentle wide down the leg side, but I've abandoned all hope of trying to connect. Standing still seems the best option.
Well I thought I was standing still - the photos prove otherwise. I didn't realise I was a cracker at dodging.
I just can't connect. The red missile did hit the willow once - but that was all Lee's doing. He's a good shot.
It's a strange feeling. Lee is running up - "oh God, oh God, oh God" - let go of the ball and see where it pitches. You might as well close your eyes and hope the force is with you.
Even the greats seem to have this problem. As Stephen Fleming put it (and he should know): "Batters are weird. They're strange individuals" who don armour to face balls coming at them at 150 km/h.
I ask Lee to hurl one down at full speed. Luckily he isn't allowed to - not a good look for him if he hit me - but he says he'll do about 110 km/h and when that one connects with my ankle I am very pleased about the policy.
Lee finishes with a pat on the back and "You know I was never going to hurt you."
Now he tells me.
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