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Monday 13 June 2016

Let The Complaining Begin

My battered body isn’t feeling too battered this morning, thankfully. The aches are aching but not too badly. Yet, despite a curry last night, we are both starving which may have something to do with the triathlon organisers making us go about twelve hours without food yesterday. 

A few people ask me about the event, saying how good it looked on TV and not having seen it from our angle. Some of them had even looked up my time, so it seems at least the timing system worked as planned.

There is already deluge of complaints on Facebook about the organisational issues from many many unhappy competitors and a few jokey ones querying how the Brownlees got through transition so quick with their bags. It’s hard to keep up with all the comments as more and more are being added all the time. My own comment has so many likes it must have gone viral.

I drag myself away from reading about ‘Baggate’ to scour Sainsbury's for real thick bread but decide it doesn't exist and if it does, it only comes in white.

The other big topic at the moment is the M1 closure. The motorway was closed yesterday and today by someone trying to jump off one of the gantries.

I skip dog training to go visit L's brother with L, although training is later cancelled anyway.

(Monday 13th June)

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