Bring it on...

It's dark, I have pink hair, and I'm on bus in the tropics. Apparently, we are off to see a race or something.

I slept reasonably well thanks to modern chemistry. Was awake from about 3am, so eventually got up and had the traditional strong coffee, peach slices and scrambled egg. On top of last night's steak and ciders, I reckon I'm good to go. Carbohydrate, you ask? No, carbs are for weenies, or when you race for just a few hours.

Doing a race for the first time is harder. But in ironman-distance racing you learn to deal with whatever is thrown at you as best as you possibly can.

This bus ride is too short. But I have Vivaldi for company. It must be summer.

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