October has to be THE most energy sucking month of the year. I am EXHAUSTED and everyone that I talk to is aswell. Maybe it's that extra hour (though one would assume we would mine more rested seeing as we gained an hour...) or perhaps the dark mornings and dark evening, I don't know- but the ole' energy levels are low.
I had better snap out of it! *mentally slaps face with wet fish* the hours are fast approaching to that VERY early morning rise for our long drive to Kilruddery. The excitement did however begin to sneak in yesterday. What better occasion than Halloween to collect the race packs. :).
The dusky weather gives an ominous atmosphere in Cork City. Smoke hangs in the air, like apparitions of townsfolk doomed to wander the streets for eternity, and are eerily dispersed as a gaggle of girls pass me with 53 degrees north shopping bags. I must be close.
My evil angel zogabong halo thingy bobs manically as I ascend the stone steps. 'This indeed would be hell with my double buggy'. (I titter inwardly at my silly 'Hell & back' joke, happy that my brain is in top form for Titan.) 'Pity about my fitness...' (Titter again)
Bursting through the doors (unfortunately, a little breathless after the steps. *crap*) I announce that I am there to collect my Hell & Back team race packs.
(Now, to give you a little mental image here- I am in full fancy dress, top to toe in black with white/grey face paintable looking quite like death walking, and the staff and customers of 53 degrees north are strolling around like its a Thursday of any given week.)
After a bit of chat with the lovely folk of 53 degrees north, I gather together my bag load of race packs, admire the fabulous purple of the Titan t-shirts again and rob a lovely staff member for a piccie. (I do love my piccies, I do. ;) )
So there you have it. A lovely clean Titan T-shirt (and a load more in the bag) ready to be trashed by the mudslingers. Together, We WILL make it through Hell and Back! *whimpers*
Good luck to everyone on Sunday! Enjoy every minute of it and remember to prepare to bottle a bit of the feeling you get when you cross that finish line so you can open it up every now and again to remind yourself of the exhilaration, pain, tears, joy, torture and achievement.
*crosses fingers that I can make it*
Toodles for now!