London in the bag, sleep needed

I'll add a longer account later in the week but for now I just wanted to mention that I survived the London Triathlon and the bestworst it had to offer. I'm cautiously counting the injury cost which so far only translates as a locked neck, aches and muscle strains and an inability to eat or sleep.

They may not all be connected.

I completed the course in a time of 1.52 which is a minute faster than I managed last year. Given that last year I felt I'd trained well and put in the hours this year feels like a cheat in comparison. But that's the way it turned out none the less and God knows I'll take it.

I can't honestly say I enjoyed it though and perhaps above anything else that's the thing that has surprised me. Even with a new personal best I'm not doing my whooping or I am Spartacus routine. Maybe it's a sign that I've lost the newbie feeling and view it somehow as being more familiar.

Or maybe I just need some sleep.