This was the day when all those months of training that I'd planned over many pints of beer this winter were finally crystalised as palpable nonsense. Despite that, our team (Blake, who had done two training runs...on the same day, myself - more prepared at four swims before I hurt my back walking home from the pub - and Hamish, who is always willing to tell you how old he is....and he is!) managed to come in second in the team event. The aim was to finish, but we were secretly a little aggrieved to find that we were second by 17 seconds, but 7 minutes ahead of 3rd place.
