We're leaving together, But still it's farewell

Alot has happened since the last Blog. Well not happened in lots of ways. I had a weekend of Triathlons planned at end of March,but due to circumstances they both got cancelled.

All that build up, all that work and it felt like failure. I spent a week not exercising as it felt like someone had stolen my puppy...

But then I decided to do something positive and in pure Will logic I entered a Sprint Triathlon at the end of April. Which is double the length of the one that had been cancelled. What a great idea!

Except I had been training but not that hard because I didnt need to run that far. Now I do, so I have upping the training with painful consequences! The day after I feel like the tin man and just want someone to oil my joints.

So come Sunday at 9:25 I will embark on my first triathlon. I have even got a bib number 103 ... eeek. To say I have been thinking about it is an understatement. It is pretty much all that is on my mind. I have read the course description about a million times, worked out how I can mess up a million times and calculated my chances of dying.  Even reading my new favourite book about Wolfram Mathematica, the calculations supporting the big bang theory, inflation and how we are only a universe away from our doubles, doesnt help. Eeek  again.

I know I can finish and I dont even care if I am last (I do really unless people DNF then that is fine) but the unknown is a big headache

So this is it... I think... maybe...

Think about me on Sunday as I huff and puff around Kendal, cursing the world and my stupidity...

Ohh and I have booked another for September with plans of another two in between ... too early??