Calm Before the Storm

It's 8:30am, Race Day. I've just had a good night's sleep and woken up with a few butterflys in my stomach (I thought that tortellini tasted strange last night...). For reasons unknown, someone tried to call me at half one in the morning. Fortunately for me I had my phone on silent so their diabolical plans of sleep-deprivation failed.

I have spent the past few days doing pretty much the best preparation possible. Paying particular attention to sleeping well, eating correctly, stretching etc...
Official training has gone brilliantly, I brought my personal best yesterday down to 49.97s and have probably been the most consistent slider.

It's looking good but training doesn't mean anything, only the races matter. I've got to keep that pedal to the floor and, as my pal Loc says, push that NOS button when it's time to shine.

Storm's a comin'.