T Minus 3 days.....
We've all got to the point where 1hr50 was the goal, and now we feel if we achieve that, it will be incredible, but, it's not the driving factor any more. When I look back at how far we've all come and that come Sunday we can stand at the start line, knowing we've done all we can to give ourselves a fighting chance, of even contemplating finishing close to 1hr50, then we've got to be proud of our efforts, as individuals and collectively. I think the 1hr50 and ensuring we hit that became the be all and end all, and to a degree it is, but we know there is no disgrace in not hitting it, finishing this event considering the conditions you're running under is an achievement in itself. However that doesn't mean we wont be going for it.........
I've been stocking up on carb loaded energy gels and beans, not to mention trying to find 'Anti-Monkey Butt' and Germolene 'New Skin' to work alongside, my old man knee pills. Some of the boys have resorted to anti-inflammatory's and pain killers already, which on the face of it seems sensible. It would also appear that come Sunday, a further supplement will have to be in the bag, that I don't think any of us saw coming - sunscreen! Apparently it's going to be 23 and sunny! Just what you want on a tough endurance course in full kit and a Bergen weighing upwards of 35lb. I think it's my little brothers way of ensuring we really do earn those medals.
It's weird to think how quickly the time has gone and how quickly this event has come around, and you do question especially when you're starting from '0' if you've done enough, however it's now time to puff the chest out, crack on, and smash it!
Smashing it, is something we can aspire to do because of the inspiration we have, the inspiration we all share. Lloydy was, is an incredible man, in his 12 years he achieved everything he set out to do, collecting cap badges like foreign coins, he was an Airborne God, and he lived his life to the fullest, he gave his career everything he had. He did and completed the toughest courses the army had to offer, and he became one of a small band of brothers who 'go, always a little further'. It's probably easiest for me to take an extract from my eulogy that I wrote and read at his service, and probably a lot less painful, than trying to rehash the words.
"My little brother was a born soldier, it's all he ever wanted to be, from such an early age, his determination, drive and focus was unwavering. Even upon initially not making selection, due to injury, he was determined, that he was to be a soldier. He relished the challenge and I admired him for having the courage to stand up for his ideals and follow his own path and go his own way.
Obviously he made the ultimate sacrifice for his job, for his Queen and his Country, but for him, as for all who give their lives for the Sovereign, it's a reality they face a lot more readily than those they leave behind. He words it a lot more eloquently than I, so again I will rely on my eulogy for the words.