13th January. How Triathlon Ruined My Life.

Swimming's out, so is cycling, so is running, all that's left is walking.

Even that's proved a bit crippling, especially downhill, the bike must have stopped but not me -  still glued to the pedals.

Now we're into Last of The Summer Wine sad old spazzy git territory hirpling 13 miles for a cup of tea and a chat, maybe a digestive biscuit, if you're lucky.

No longer 'In training' for anything, no longer 'in work', what the fuck AM I doing? 

Hell I'm IN RECOVERY.