What happens when you decide to do your first triathlon, a half ironman, in an alcohol induced daze?

"Somehow this ridiculous idea had hatched in the pub last Christmas. In a stupor of alcohol, and in a pathetic attempt to make good at least one of the things that I'd said I would do before I turned 30, I had agreed to enter the UK Half-Ironman. This despite the fact that I had never done a triathlon before, didn't own a bike and could barely swim. Some decisions should never be left to the alcohol fairies. Nine months later and the morning of Sunday September 8th found me quietly praying, wishing I had done more swimming and biking and wondering how I ever thought this was a good idea."

A very amusing account of Rob Wilby's first race. The story covers the standard 6:00 am smearing of Vaseline and spraying of Pam as you get into your wetsuit, the craving bacon sandwiches-or some favorite food, hoping for flats, the realization that you may be walking instead of running and after finishing the miserable race the promise to never do it again.

This story illustrates why my sport of choice is the greatest. Well, maybe the greatest for anal compulsives.

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