7 May 2007

Triathlon Tales



I like to think of myself as a hoopy frood so when I got out of the pool, dead tired, wet, breathless, shoulder sore, 11 whole long minutes after I had splashed my way in, and did I say cold and wet? and I forced myself to jog through to the transition area, I consoled myself with a heart-warming comforting thought: "At least", I thought, "at least I know where my towel is"

But it wasn't! Not only had my bike-rack neighbour overtaken me swimming but he had used the opportunity afforded him to steal my towel. "Sorry, mate, my mistake - use mine", he said, and reasonable it may have been, but it just wasn't the same. I was so put out I could hardly swallow my carbohydrate and caffeine gel.

Reader, I didn't swim fast; in fact only a couple of dozen people in the whole race were slower than me, but I didn't drown, and I had enough energy left to finish in the top half of the cycling, and to overtake more runners than overtook me. In the overall rankings I finished in the top two thirds, which was my aim, so I am happy.

Thames Turbo Triathlon over and done. What will I do with myself in the mornings now?

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Well done Steve. Excellent work and you've shown real commitment! Congratulations! Ian

Anonymous said...

Well done. I'm proud of you!
Dad

outside jane said...

Well done! Congratulations! So what are you going to do with all your mornings?! And with your extensive collection of wicked clothing with zippered armpits?! [grin]

outside jane said...

ps. Sass the hoopy reference!