October 19, 2012 by crazymadliving
I saw this hilarious YouTube video entitled “How To Become A Triathlete” in which the narrator provides helpful tips and handy hints on the lesser known aspects of triathlon training. Watch it – it’s a hoot!
Among the things he said was that, to become a true triathlete you’d have to openly discuss your hemorrhoids and pooping in your pants, so it was quite ironic that I found myself with a nasty tummy bug last night, which not only ruined a good night’s sleep but also pulled the plug my swimming plans for this morning.
At first I thought it was just nerves ahead of the canal swim, but I also knew that I had enough Biral in me to bring peace and tranquility to a small war-torn nation, so it was definitely not the case.
Now it appears that some of my nearest and dearest were also struck down by a crappy bug this week and I was just next in line to get it. WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?
Anyhoo, so at 4h30 this morning I was torn: Do I call the whole swimming thing off and crawl back to bed OR do I put on my big girl panties and my wetsuit and swim? By 5am I realised that this wasn’t going to work out and I was definitely NOT ready to pull a Chrissie Wellington and just let it all go in my wetsuit. GROSS!
So here I am. Popping valoids, drinking rehydrat, hoping that this thing will go away before Sunday’s bike race, and oversharing…
Which, according to the guy in the video, brings me one step closer to becoming a triathlete. w00t w00t.