God, triathletes are hard bastards

[andygates]

I thought I'd got away with yesterday's bike-swim-bike morning.

Until I woke up this morning. Oh shoulders. Oh, hips. Ohhh, fatigue. Ah well, run it off tonight!

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[andygates.livejournal.com]

A few days ago. I got involved in a discussion with an anorexic Australian girl about using piercings to restrict intake (she'd got her tongue pierced just to keep her off solid food for a week) and she wanted to know what a slavebell looked like so I took a snap. As you do. ;)