I woke up this morning with a jolt, partly because of my piercing alarm, but also due to the sudden and rather terrifying realisation that there are now only 4 months until the biggest physical undertaking of my entire life thus far. That's 16 weeks until tapering kicks in; Civil servants make daily decisions in timeframes longer than that.
Oh. God.
But I'm an athlete now (yes, a real one) so I've just got to get on with it. A lingering cold is hampering my training but I cannot ignore the fact that with the candles still smoking on the Queen's second birthday cake of 2011, I will be lining up to start 70.3 miles of swimming, cycling and running.
Today is unequivocably about lemsip. But tomorrow? Tomorrow is about swimming. And running. And no more chocolate.
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