On your Marks...

The training is done, planning complete, registration and briefing attended.  Now all I have to do is swim round an island, bike round a peninsula, and run round a mountain.  



I thought I'd feel nervous, but in truth, I don't.  I feel a bit like a child on Christmas Eve, wondering what presents will be under the tree in the morning... except I know exactly what presents I'll get, I just don't quite know what will happen when I set out with each one.  


  


We start at 5am tomorrow, the weather is looking kind, and if all goes to plan it should take me around 9-10 hours to complete the route. 


I always said that my goal was to make it to the start line in one piece, with a belief that I can complete the event.  Well, the start is less than 12 hours away, and I believe I can do it.  So no matter what happens tomorrow, I've done what I set out to do.  I've done every inch of the course at least once, and I just need to put it all together.    Perhaps that's why I'm not nervous; I'm just looking forward to getting going and know it will be all about mental attitude, once we start.  


If you'd like to follow me, the link to the tracker is here, I'm athlete number 150:

https://live.xtriworldtour.com/celtmanp5-23

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