Unlike every other race, I wasn’t particularly nervous before the event. But I still woke early and made sure I had plenty to eat and drink before I started my final race preparations. I met Bouch, Naomi Gabby and Lewinski in the hotel foyer and we set off for an easy warm up. We jogged across the bridge and joined the thick flow of runners making their way into the race precinct. I chafed with impatience as the press of people slowed on our way in. I considered pretending I was a European au pair to see if I could get through quicker, but before I could google Peter Dutton’s number, the narrow section spilled out into a much wider expanse and we were free to move quickly once more. We met up with the rest of the team near the start line. It feels great being part of a team (unless you are Julie Bishop or apparently any other woman in the Liberal Party) as you get that extra buzz from the support and excitement your teammates show towards you. We exchanged last minute good luck words and hugs and in no time the race began. Read Full Article
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