I write this now having just finished my final training session of the season, unless of course there’s a late season race that changes things, and I am terrified. I’ve already got butterflies in my stomach, that slightly jittery feeling.

Can I finish the swim? What about the bike, will I be able to hold up for the longer distance? Oh not to mention the run, it’s twice the length of the last one and that had me done in.

In my head it’s a cacophony of doubt, of nerves and of negative self talk but at the same time I know deep down it’s a celebration.

A celebration of the last 6 months of hard work. A celebration of the first time I’ve managed to go so long without being injured. A celebration of having only a few moments that tipped me from tired from training to over tired.

A celebration of all those ups, the personal bests, the improvements in fitness and speed, the runs and rides with family and friends.

A celebration of the process more so than the result. A celebration of the support I’ve received from the community, on here, on social media and of course from those that have to put up with the runs, biking and swimming.

But still, the nerves are there. Can I finish the swim? What about the bike, will I be able to hold up for the longer distance? Oh not to mention the run, it’s twice the length of the last one and that had me done in.

Race day is coming, I’m as ready as I can be and I am excited.