Try Try TRI!

Yes, well, the BRW Triathlon has come and gone, what fun it was too - getting woken up at 4am, driving down to the 4 degree cold Elwood beach with a hangover and 1 hour's sleep. Yes Luke, it is your fault, damn you for having a birthday the night before a big race.

So we stumbled drearilly out of Quake's car, both Beeny and Quake bubbling with excitement - i know they were hiding their tiredness just to help me out - cheers, appreciate it...
In to the bike compound to set up our gear - ready and rearing for quick transitions. - if we only saw my tyre...
Then it was time wasting time. Beeny set off at a rapid pace - cruising through the swim, fairly lashing through the bike and caning the run, and he was done without breaking a sweat.
Quaker set off, knocked off the course beautifully and tagged the 'finisher', the 'anchor', The Boof.

Off he ran, almost awake by this time, crashes through the massive surf, battling a leg tearing rip, and getting kicked in the face by all and sundry. He breaks out of the water like the guy on the nutri-grain ad, tears up past the roaring crowd, jumps on the bike and runs it out to the starting point for the ride. Gets on the bike - it seems a little harder than normal to pedal, must be the burning legs from the swim, it'll pass - no big deal. 5km in and we are really struggling - maybe should have trained harder, but why is this large chick pedalling past me as if im standing still - i looked down at the front tyre - damn it, should have known. The bottom of the tyre struggling to move across the scorching bitumen, looking worse than a 100kg chicks muffin top when wearing size 12 jeans. So there it was all energy expended just trying to get this hunk o' junk across the line. We finally got there, jumped off it, and have never felt so free. Given the amount of energy I had to expend on the bike, the run was pretty good. Knocked it off and passed tons of people, it was always going to be the Boof's strongest leg. Ran through the finishing tunnel like a superstar, adrenalin pumping, high fives to Beeny and Quake and pipped the Channel 7 guy on the line - thats gotta count for something.

Sore for the rest of the week, but I can tick it off the list. But the frustration has given me renewed vigour to know I can do better next year, so if I can find team mates im in like Flynn.

Next stop - the 15km run for the kids. No tyres, no water, just the Man and the Road.
The Boof - out.