St Neot’s Triathlon – Olympic Distance. 13th May 2018
I swore that I’d never do another ‘qualifier’ race again. I have horrendous memories of Liverypool 2013 which I think was the British Championships. My age group wave was the last of the waves to set off and whilst I always used to joke about not wanting to come in last, this time, that was a very real threat. Hottest day of the year, all the fastest age groupers in the UK…..and me. Fond memories include Jellyfish, having to be escorted around the swim by a lovely Scouser in a Kayak, horrid tight turns on the bike, running through treacle and to top it off being overtaken by some of the Para Triathletes. It was also my birthday. Slowest race ever. Yes, fair to say, I thought I’d had my fill of racing with the ‘best’.