Hello everyone!
Here I am in sunny Port Macquarie. It is a spectacularly beautiful place, and I have to save after a few pre-race jitters yesterday after I registered (Ok, I was a nervous wreck and sent more than one hysterical email ) today I am feeling calm and am thoroughly looking forward to getting out there on Sunday and having a lash. To be fair, I expect to ride the emotional roller-coaster a few more times between now and then though.
I drove the bike course yesterday, it is very scenic with a few rolling hills and flat bits, plus one spectacularly steep, but mercifully short, climb up the ominously named “Mathew Flinders Drive”. I say ominous because I always thought Mathew Flinders was some notorious convict (like Ned Kelly but less loveable) but it turns out he was a famous navigator whom the Australians are very proud of. Unfortunately the idea has lodged in my brain and I am having a bit of trouble shaking it out. Similarly, I lived over half my lif believing that moose were giant cows. They aren't. They are giant deer.
I had a bit of a swim on the course yesterday. The water is warm, brown and shallow. No complaints from me. I am happy not having to contemplate starting the day with an ice-cream headache and numb particulars.
The weather forecast is looking promising, I'd say there is very little chance of lightening striking twice and this race getting cancelled/postponed/shortened/hijacked by Somalian pirates.
So I feel like everything is coming together. We have the welcome dinner and race briefing tonight, then tomorrow I will deliver my bike and put my feet up, and then all that will remain will be to pop out on Sunday and swim 3.8 ks, bike 180ks, and run a marathon. How hard can that be right?
See you on the other side,
love
Ironmaiden
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