Seriously, I did. Swim, cycle, run with the transitionary bits in between.
And it was fab.
Difficult though, getting out of that lovely warm, pool and plodding into the cool morning air, it was chilly. Onto the bike and my chest felt like it was burning, which I think means it was really, really cold. Up the mega hill at the end and my lungs were aiming to jettison in an escape pod, only to discover my body doesn’t come with escape pods.
Off the bike and tried to run into transition, but the old thighs weren’t having any of it, so I walked instead. Change into my running shoes and off I went – three laps with a hill at the start that left me gasping.
Finally into the end and I missed it already, it was a great experience. Castle Tri did a fab job of organising and marshalling and made my first triathlon a song. I came in 24th, in 45:58, which feels like a canny time.
I was hoping to get into Weardale Tri, but it’s full – if I can get some swim and open water training arranged then I might just have a go t the Spanish City Tri in August…
I’m only a bloomin’ triathlete now – on to the Kintyre Ultra next.