1. Why enter a triathlon? You wanted a challenge.
2. Or you were absolutely wasted. You were at a computer. And then your credit card number slipped.
And your address slipped. And your three numbers at the back of your credit card slipped. And the fact that you forgot to cancel, you told all of your friends and you made your parents sponsor you on a Just Giving page slipped. IT ALL SLIPPED.
4. Closer to the event, friends give you some support.
5. You then contact your parents for some support.
Your response: “But I’ve been to the gym three times in the past five days!”
6. But she knows the truth.
7. Don’t worry, your confidence hasn’t been knocked.
Nope, your confidence is riding high.
9. You also hear this question a lot.
“Running, swimming and cycling is an odd thing to do in the same event. It’s like mixing rugby sevens, badminton and pigeon shooting all at the same time. I think that they should separate the events because blah blah blah blah….”
10. If you’re skinny, some people tell you that you wouldn’t be able to survive such a physically demanding sport.
When the Brownlee brothers are just as skinny as you are.
Look at them. The people they beat each time are built like TANKS.
11. And you’ve put yourself on to a proper good diet, so a lot of your meals end up looking like this.
You’ve also cancelled attending every single social event for the next month so you can concentrate on getting as fit as possible.
12. You tell your friend how confident you now are. You still get this in response.
13. But now your moment is here. You look wonderful.
15. This is all you can see right now.
16. None of your friends or family watching right now can tell which one you are so they are assuming the worst :/
Their prophecy is coming true.
At least you’ve got this amazingly huge thing to hug.
19. Running whilst talking your wetsuit off isn’t difficult.
It starts with you swinging your arm behind your back trying to find the thing to undo your zip. It ends up with you tripping over the arms of your wetsuit whilst you are pulling down your trousers, hoping that your pants aren’t coming down with them.