Off to Noosa for my first Olympic distance tri

The time has come. I am on the plane on the way to Noosa and the race. My family is travelling with me which is a nice change from going solo although, with two kids in tow, I am missing my standard in-flight sleep.

I admit I am a bit nervous about the race on Sunday, mainly because I would have liked my preparation to be better. Still, I know I have done as much as I can but I wish my health had allowed me to train more. I know racing will hurt a lot but, as an experienced athlete, I have learned not to worry about things that are out of my control and, three days out, I am quietly resigned to the pain. Believe me when I say I am looking forward to crossing that finish line.

Sitting on the plane I am running through a checklist in my head. Race plan clear: check. Nutrition sorted and bagged: check. Equipment prepared and ready: check. Bike shoe packed: check (it wouldn't be the first time I've forgotten my shoe). Aside from the nerves I'm not that stressed. I'm not going to Noosa to set the world on fire and I think that helps a lot. Sure the race is important and I want to perform well but this is my first Olympic distance triathlon and I am only competing against myself. And this time there is so much more to look forward to with my family along for the ride. It will be great to wander around Noosa with the kids, go to the beach and have them there when I cross the line. We'll also catch up with some friends and take in the festival events and atmosphere, something I've heard a lot about.

So, I'm hoping the next four days will be mostly fun but, when you pass me (probably on the run leg if not before) give me a yell and a wave but please don't be offended if I don't respond. I'm bound to be in a world of hurt,,, but still enjoying the challenge.

Good luck to all of us!