19th July. Loch Ore Drubbing.

The former mine workings played host to the scottish sprint championship with a running start into the balmy 18 degrees C. shallows.

Straightaway a mouthful of the waters, rich in heavy metals, set in motion a slight panic, how the hell did I manage to swim that Ironman thing? By rights this should be a doddle.

The fact is I stood every chance of success as The Otter was nursing a hangover and had previously  consumed about 2 kilos of chocolate whilst under the influence.

"I feel so sick."

"Excellent!"

Only a minute in it at transition 1. and then... and then...?

120th ?

Jeez...