The delivery man commented on the large but lightweight box he’d just delivered. My second son said the contents were a summary of my life at the moment – an avalanche shovel and 2 merino wool bras.

Less than 2 weeks to go before I fly to Whitehorse. Everyone else seems to be so well organised, with extensive training and kit tests completed, checklists ticked and trial bike packing done. Me? I’ve barely started training (too late now!) and have a load of stuff yet to organise.

I know God wants me a the start line – just wish he’d told me about the finish line!