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On Tuesday, with lovely boyfriend out for the evening, I wriggled and wrestled my way into the wretched thing to see whether I'd need to source an alternative for tomorrow's Blenheim Triathlon.
"Eeeee-eeeee-eeeeeeee-um um-a-weh!", I cried in astonishment as I managed to squeeze myself in and do up the zip, albeit with limited feeling in my hands and feet and some restriction around the throat (details, details). I fumbled a text message to my friend to inform her of this wondrous news and communicated my mild concern that getting back out of the suit might pose more of an issue. She helpfully replied suggesting that I take Joey's advice to help Ross with his leather trousers. With the suit already on, I failed to see how talcum powder and body lotion were going to help me at this stage and contemplated spending the night in the bath like
I'm now confident that I'll make it at least as far as the lake tomorrow without the need for a tin of goose fat (perhaps I'll eat that instead... I jest). The rest is less certain. Even if I'm able to move my limbs sufficiently to swim 750 metres, there's the small matter of freeing myself afterward from the talcum powder body cast.
Day 3 - Run in the jungle heat
Distance: 1.4 miles
Time: 15 mins
Av Pace: 10.42 min/mile
Cake rating: 4/5 (a-wim-um-um-ba-wehhhh!)
Cumulative Juneathising: 8.6 miles running