A few days ago, at approximately half past five in the afternoon, I reached the finish line of the Outlaw Triathlon at the national watersports centre, Holme Pierrepont near Nottingham. For the uninitiated, this is a triathlon (swim, bike, run) consisting of a loop around the rowing lake (3.8km), a ride (180km) around Nottinghamshire's rolling green countryside and a marathon (42.2km) alongside the river Trent. Participants get given 17 hours to complete the race, but the winning man finished in under 9 hours and winning woman in under 10. I made it round in 11 hours 31 minutes, much to my own astonishment. I had been aiming to finish in twelve hours, but was honestly basing this on a small number of frankly optimistic assumptions. My wonderful, astonishingly determined wife, Fiona, who has only been swimming crawl since March, (and only found out her bike has more than ten gears eighteen months ago) made it round in under 14 hours. Over the past few years I've be...
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