I’d hardly slept. Or at least it didn’t feel like it. Rain, nerves and fear (mainly of missing the alarm…) had kept me turning fitfully all night. By 4.10am I was simply pleased I had to get up! Dressing in my beach changing robe and comfy slippers I headed into the living room of the rented apartment to eat my cereal bars, drink my lemon water and sup my beetroot juice. All the time I remained preoccupied about what was to come, and I tried to focus on my race plan and go over the course in my mind, which I already knew backwards and inside out! I was a little apprehensive of course, but I didn’t have the stomach cramping, muscle fatiguing fear I have experienced before. This time I didn’t want to pull back, I was ready and eager to go forward and get the job done!