This is getting silly...

...I mean, me, the baby-eating Bishop of Bath and Wells, at a triathlon training camp? With my reputation?

Sunday, Wellington. A chance to work out what the hell happens at transitions, and ride the route so I can gauge what gear to put on the fixie. Just barely enough time for a bike day and a Saturday swim. Holy crap, that got very real very suddenly!

I'm not there to leer at tri girlies. Really, I'm not. 'ello darlin', your number's a bit smudged, let me touch it up for you...