Dreams Come Alive

My head is freshly shaved, my nails are newly clipped and my clothes are crisply laundered. My nerves are also taut as the pre-race jitters return with a vengeance. I deal with it by treating this adventure as if it were any other inconsequential trip.

When I need a boost of positive energy I think of all the well wishers rooting me on and the people who find inspiration in this crazy pursuit of mine. Particularly heartening are the monetary donations that continue to stream in for the School Pocket Money Fund. And there are the several pledges of thousands of dollars that rest on my completing this race.

I spend an inordinate amount of time calculating and recalculating my nutrition. Too much food adds unnecessary weight to my pack; too little and I’ll go hungry – and I eat like a horse when I work out! Too much variety is over the top; too little makes for a painful and unappetising meal. Decisions, decisions, decisions… It is amazing how success in anything lies on the decisions that we make along the way.

I am attempting to take as much of my equipment and food as hand carry luggage on board the plane. There have been past cases where competitors arrived empty handed after the airlines misplaced their check-in baggage containing their gear. Such stress is something I can certainly do without. 

Seems like there is so much to do. Or am I simply creating work to busy my mind? 

Just need to get onto the plane…