In about 27 hours from now a taxi will arrive at my house and take me to the start of the 2017 PUFfeR.
Hard to pick a winner between terror and excitement right now.
In true pre-race style I feel underprepared, lethargic and beset by a hundred minor, imaginary niggles. I’ve done enough races to know that’s a good sign.
Unfortunately all of those races have been mostly on road and up to a maximum of 56km. I’ll hit the 56km mark at around lunchtime on Saturday. Then I have to go directly over Table Mountain.