Finally, after Isabelle coughing in my face for three weeks, I managed to provide rooming house for whatever virus was on the lookout for a new address.
This was perfect timing for the so-called "Wee Triathlon". After the first two of the required sixteen lengths of the Lochaber Leisure Pool suddenly nausea set in, considerably slowing the respectable pace to something less than that.
The mountain bike section was simply disrespectful, as the breathing rate had to be tempered below the threshold of sick.
The running wasn't too bad although I stopped short of going barefoot, still I even passed a few people.
It's been proved conclusively again that if you feel a bit ill, Triathlons especially in February don't make you feel much better.
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