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Saturday, 31 May 2014

Only one more sleep to go!

Today was a registration day.  We got up this morning and went to Hyde Park to pick up all our bits and bobs ready for tomorrow.  The first thing I had to navigate was having entered the triathlon in my married name and having photo ID in my maiden name.  I decided to take our marriage certificate with me in case there were any issues, but it turned out that taking my husband was sufficient.


It was great to go and have a look at the course and the transition area today so that we have a vague idea of where we're going tomorrow. The elite races were on today, although when we were there it was the corporate relays that were going on.  That said, there were quite a few GB athletes wandering about (in kit) from all different age groups, warming up and getting ready for their races later in the day.

The "blue chicken"
We had a bit of walk around the expo and James got his last bits and pieces from one of the stalls, then we had to head home as I had a rehearsal this afternoon.  Now we're home and sorting everything out because I have to play the organ at church tomorrow morning, so we won't have too much time to get ready after that and before we need to set off.

I've written my name in my wetsuit, pumped up my tyres (not that they needed much) and found all my kit.  Now the main thing is to work out which stickers need to be affixed to which bits of me and my bike! James, on the other hand, has been spending quite a long time trying to figure out how to put on his race-day swimming hat.  So far we've had the "blue chicken" and the "utterly inept".  I'm looking forward to being able to share the "properly on the head" at some point in the future.

The "utterly inept"
Just about all there is left to do at this point is wait until we go to the park tomorrow - I'd actually rather do it all now than go through the waiting, but wait we must!  I keep going through everything in my head - how I'm going to wait for everyone else to get away on the swim, how I'm going to be super-speedy on my bike, how my transitions are going to pan out.  I'm not thinking about the run, though.  I try not to think about running.

This time tomorrow, we will have finished and will hopefully be enjoying a well-deserved picnic in the park.  If you'd like to sponsor my triumphal sausage roll, there's still time to do so by going to www.justgiving.com/bbjatriathlon and donating a few quid to Marie Curie Cancer Care.

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