You wouldn’t think it was possible unless you knew me really well. It was suggested we (my little running group of 5) do a Triathlon some months ago. I thought it was a good idea but then discovered something. It’s much more difficult swimming on top of the water than under it. I have spent many hours in the pool and I am still a rubbish swimmer, but figured I could do them (obviously not in the biblical way) on the bike and run.
I kinda knew things weren’t going well when after leaving the pool the Princess informed me I had two more lengths to do. 😂 Okay… direction and counting are not my strong points. I jumped back into the pool. When I got on my bike I was about ten minutes behind my friends. But hey, I caught one of them at 5k and the other at 10k. So it was looking good. Then I met a marshal (for my American cousins it wasn’t Matt Dillon) She pointed me down a road to a mini roundabout. The first time around was fine, I was a little concerned the second time. I shouted, “Finish?” She nodded and said straight down there. After I reached the necessary kilometres to complete the race I was a little more than concerned. 🤔So I ran back. The aforementioned marshal pointed me in the same direction once more. I explained I’d been down there twice already. She said, “Oh, you need to go that way then.” So I came in with an extra two and a half kilometres than everyone else. Well it was my first Triathlon 😂
Have a fabulous weekend everyone and never enter a Triathlon xx