Early on in the preparations for the race that dare not be named, I realised it would be prudent to find some kind of training programme. My friend recommended a couple options and the one I settled on was Don Fink's "Be Iron Fit", partly because he claims you can get by on an average of 5 hours a week of training, but mostly because his name conjures up this image in my head:
Throughout the past 22 weeks, Mr Fink has also caused much amusement (to me, mostly) when I declare to him, "Don Fink I'm training hard enough!" or "Don Fink I've run very far this week!". Oh, how we laugh.
What Don does suggest is doing a half ironman (or, as lovely boyfriend calls it, "an ironboy") 8 weeks before the big day. Today was that day, 4 days after the snot and 2 days after the mincing, and I spent 6 hours and 9 minutes enjoying a very muddy morning at the Cotswold 113 Triathlon.
With less than 2 months left to contemplate doubling that distance though, I can't help thinking, "Don Fink I'm ready!".