Race Face

One week to go.  What's done is done.  Any attempt at improvement now is surely too little, too late.  The regrets start to take shape - the weeks of missed swim sessions, the lack of training structure, the all-too-regular food and wine indulgence.  What I do know is that I probably won't die, and barring an incident I'll finish the race.  What I don't really know is where I'll come or what time I'll post.  I like to think I'll get under 1:40, but looking at last year's results, that'll actually put me in the bottom 10%, and I actually think I'm better than that.  I guess there's only one thing to do, and that's to race.

Most important preparation - getting your race face on.  Let's see...

Too surprised. I don't want my rivals thinking I've wandered into the race by accident.

Too thoughtful.  Fine for the office, not fine for a triathlon.  It's no place for a ponder, it's all about action.

Too Brucey.  No-one wants a fat Bruce Forsyth in a wetsuit.

Too Easter Island.  Just plain weird.

Perfect.