(The Otter's intentions with regard to E.H. are beyond the scope of this blog.)
I don't actually know E.H. apart from as a blaze of winsome Lycra passing me on a carbon bike.
As a finisher of Ironman France this is advice based on her own experience.
So there we are, I slam into a Ford Granada at speed in the dark.
I'm not worthy.
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My intentions with E.H. are purely related to furthering my knowledge of, and skills in, Triathlon.
If she happens to be a bit frisky, then it'll count as a training session.
However, I doubt there would be any time for monkey business as anything more than 5 minutes is allocated to either swim, bike, run or eat.
I shan't be instigating any liasons either, for fear of E.H. picking me up and hurling me into a Ford Granada at 25mph.
Like any half decent Siren E.H's fatal allure. has proved to be my undoing, well at least the undoing of the Acromioclavicular joint.
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