Mind the gap.

It's day two, and I've realised that walking through a moving train isn't easy for anyone.

So I did the sensible thing and found the accessible carriage.

Plenty of room for wheelchairs.

Not a handrail in sight.

Or a handbasket to go to hell in. 🤣

So, once again, I remind myself:

You're an athlete.

You can do this.

There's only one leg of the journey left—the car ride into a tiny country town in the middle of nowhere.

Well... that's not entirely true.

There's still the long walk to baggage collection.

The negotiation across the railway tracks.

The little conversations I have with myself before every set of stairs.

And then...

I arrive.

It's usually about then that I remember I'll have to retrace every single step to get home again.

But that's tomorrow's negotiation.

Today, I made it.

Tomorrow I'll head back.

And then I'll be exactly where I belong—

Training.