Arrived at 7am for Triathlon registration in the near deserted, wind blown town centre feeling like death warmed up.
"I haven't got a helmet, do I need one?"
"Helmets are compulsary."
"Ahh... That means I'm subject to immediate disqualification!"
Unfortunately a helmet was to be had for a fiver in the car park.
Five, four, three, two, one .... Then off into a tumult of choppy chlorinated water and thrashing bodies. Apart from a periodic Ready Brek up-chuck, illness had little manifestation in this first section.
Transition to bicycle took an age because I insisted on drying between my toes. But I was soon pedalling past other riders and other riders were soon pedalling past me.
No running section,as this was flooded out, so once dismounted I could straight away return to feeling ill again.
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"drying between the toes" I bow my head and slowly shake it.
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