Well, I am still on the edge of my seat waiting for confirmation that I have got a spot at Port Macquaire. I think I have, but until I have signed on the bottom line (and parted with a decent chunk of change) I won't feel confident enough to book flights.
In the meantime, I've been trying to get back into training, but I've fallen off the wagon a little bit so I feel like I am trying to catch back up to the stupid wagon. I spent Saturday traipsing round the town following a green dinosaur, Susan Boyle, God, Jesus, assorted devils, four pirates and a handful of sailors. So that counts as training right? My liver certainly got a workout, and it is still suffering. And like my feline companions, I am chubbing up for winter, not ideal for peaking for an endurance event.
But Port Macquarie is not far away, so I can't keep making excuses, basically time to rediscover my good habits and love of training.
Fingers crossed, hopefully IM Australia will have some good news for me on Friday!
Until next week, don't drink anything served out of a plastic 10 litre bucket. Honestly. Don't do it.
love
Ironmaiden
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