HOW WAS IT FOR YOU? BRISTOL TRIATHLON
Not one but two stewards haul me onto the swim exit pontoon, where I remained, beached whale-style, for what felt like the length of Avatar 2. “You’ve got to be the last swimmer of the day, right?” a steward asked, possibly rhetorically. And things were downhill from there. Among tough competition, my first Bristol Triathlon attempt in 2010 remains the nadir of my tri career, edging out my second dysfunctional Bristol Triathlon experience in 2013.
Even if the results from both races seem to have disappeared from the internet (if only I could say the same about the pics of Lance Armstrong racing triathlon in his budgie smugglers), I’ve been longing to make amends at my local race since, well, 2013. Now, after a decade I’m finally ready to return. My Wave 6 is called forward to the Cumberland Basin water’s edge and down onto the starting pontoon. It’s time to exorcise some demons and seek some swim, bike
