…T’was the day* before the triathlon…
…and all through the house,
there is a strange creature,
trying hard not to grouse,
as he tries yet again to squeeze into a suit
that is made of a rubber as tough as a boot.
little movement at all…
…I refer to the man – the daft ageing fool!
He thinks he’s still twenty (and of course he is NOT)
he’s in fact almost twice that and his body is shot
But despite his worn-out-ness he quite wants to show
that he could beat his time from four years ago:
Open water swim – 16:24
then add a transition (a huge 2 minutes more!)
Then a 20k bike – 40:01
then 1:18 transition to head onto the run…
…which was then 5k – a PB in that year
at 23:46 … but he still hopes he’ll get near
to that total of 1 hour 23:28
he might get caught out with that time as the bait.
So I wonder, do you think he’ll improve? Will he worsen?
Will he ever stop referring to himself in third person**?
**Well… yes I will. I just did. There you go.
I’ll keep you updated
(*in fact two days to go)