After 12 weeks of training, thousands spent on getting to the beautiful zell am see, buying new bikes and kit and endless hours wasted planning, the day finally dawned. And it looked like rain. Typical.
During the night, I had fitful sleep, (expected) analysing all possible “could go wrong moments”. That and listening to “biblical” rain falling outside. Still, positive thinking, at least the predicted storm would be over before we got racing.
So, after a nice easy start and a leisurely breakfast (and a massive tension relieving shite) we headed off down to the start. A twenty minute walk in flip flops is in no preparation manual, but it certainly was a bonus as we arrived at a rather wet football field and paddled about. No obvious signs of tampering with my bags or bike (middle of the night stress thought) and I went into the changing tent of transition 1 to don my wetsuit. Continue reading →