So my bag is packed, I’ve triple checked my flight papers and my entire race kit is in my hand luggage (worst case scenario if the jokers at Durban Airport manage to lose my bag all is not lost on Sunday), I’m going to be wearing my running shoes (with chip already tied) from the second I wake up, until I’ve laid my kit out in the hotel room tomorrow afternoon. I’ve memorised the route profile. I’m also taking a tree’s worth of every email I’ve sent and received from the Comrades Marathon Association as well 256 print outs with my race number on them. I know I won’t be able to breathe until I’m holding that damn thing in my hand and I’ve pinned it to my vest. I’ve never experienced OCD, but this is as close as it gets… Maybe I should also pack my birth certificate, or how about a third piece of photographic ID?

Right now there is nothing worse in the world than showing up to the EXPO tomorrow and the important peeps behind the registration desk looking at me blankly. My heart is racing just thinking of the possibility.

Now I’ve thought of that I’m going to unpack everything and just check it one more time.