The swim start. 7.6k in a 33 yard pool. Joy. I'm in the same lane with an alligator wrestler and Navy Seal. The omens are not good.
The end of the swim. 2 hours and 16 minutes of mind numbing monotony. Unlike my German experience, my stomach contents remained where they belonged...but the day is still young. My eyes were beginning to swell shut. I call this picture, "Cut me Mick, I can't see!"
The bike: 360k of fun in the sun. I like this picture. The blurring adds to the illusion of speed.
Still having fun on the bike. At this point, I have already pondered how much my head would weigh if it was made entirely out of cheese and have moved on to other more important topics such as, "Why does a seafood restaurant named 'The Happy Clam' sound almost obscene?"
My skinny little derrier as viewed from the support car. The ride took 11 hours and 17 minutes. No one should have to stare at this for that long.
The run: 84.4k in 11 hours and change. This is more than enough time to ask myself, "Gee Stimp, don't you think that riding the first 100 miles of the bike in 4:34 was a bit too fast?" If you look closely you can see me muttering that I will never do another double again. Total time was 24:44.
