On Saturday I awoke as usual at 4.15am, ate breakfast and was shortly joined by my Dad who had slept badly due to the church bells, seagulls, and maybe some nerves as well. After we replaced the lightbulb I had blown (him balancing on a chair to change the bulb, me throwing the switch in the fuse box downstairs), I headed out for my 5am stroll. The sea seemed reasonably calm and I familiarised myself with the walk to transition and even permitted myself a glance at the finishing gantry. The sh*t, as they say, was getting real! REALLY REAL!! As I walked the almost deserted streets, all I could think about was the next 40 hours…..9 months of training were coming to a head….. I couldn’t see beyond the red carpet on Sunday to even begin to contemplate what I do next!