Good bits, lip biting, eye watering bad bits and the most amazing race finish I have ever experienced. Post race report tomorrow.
Okay so I’ve had my dinner of mashed sweet potato and wild brown rice, I’ll let that sink in a moment whilst you imagine just how horrid that is (though the hotel chef made it look nice with a sprig of something leafy)… I’ve packed my supporter bag, I’ve had a shower, I’ve checked my kit over a hundred times, and then I took it all out and checked it again, I don’t need to pin my numbers on because I already did that last night, twice. So yes, we’re ready. Now all I need to do is sleep.
I’ll type up the post race report tomorrow if I’m not too stiff to tap out the words. See you on the other side.
I’m staying at the Macaranga in Kloof. We take a slow walk round the gardens and now I’m out of breath climbing the hill back to reception. I hope that is because I’ve been eating consistantly since breakfast and not because I’m knackered. I’m now paranoid because I’m feeling a niggle in my right knee, and I’m scared of tripping over a stone or something small and stupid. I know, I’ll eat another energy bar to calm myself down.
George phones to make arrangements for the morning pick up, he’s run it 5 times and tells me he’s nervous, and now he is scaring the %£@* out of me. Monique, my sister and I recce the route. The scenery in the Valley of 1000 Hills is stunning, I stare blankly out of the side window – the topography is making my legs twitch.
I actually caught myself ‘wringing’ my hands at breakfast this morning. I only thought characters in Charles Dickens novels did that, but no, it actually happens in real life. I couldn’t even sit down throughout, had to get up, pace a round a bit and breathe out slowly once or twice. I even caught myself muttering ‘ I will finish, I will finish, I will finish’. I’ve decided I am ‘agitated’, which is closer to how I am feeling right now than ‘nervous’ or ‘excited’, which everybody enjoys asking me. The other thing they tell me is to ‘have fun’, which isn’t a word you’ll ever hear a Comrades pro uttering. OMG.
Back at the airport at lunch to pick up my sister who arrived from London to support me just for the weekend! Great, bang goes my relaxing afternoon. Rush, rush, rush. Nice pasta dinner at Pizza Pasta, had a cute message on my doggy bag – ‘Enjoy lunch and good luck for Sunday’.
‘It comes in waves’ I say to Monique as she asks me how I’m feeling. I’m referring to alternate moments of excitement and sheer panic. She’s just picked me up from the expo where I’ve registered, collected my numbers, had a browse, and generally started to feel sick. Its finally here. I’m really going to do this. Getting up this morning at 3:45 was a bit of a shocker, saw a couple of familiar faces at Cape Town Airport, and the plane was packed with tracksuits and running shoes.