What a great day it was yesterday, as thousands of our budding young triathletes took part in the Weet-Bix TRYathalon in Hastings!
It was impressive on many levels, but probably none more so than the fact that so many children were able to get their own hats and goggles on without much help, swim some lengths, get out of the pool without their poor parents yelling at them for half an hour that it's time to go, dry themselves without shivering and yelling for some food, get some shoes on without crying, jump on a bike, drop the bike just like they do on the front lawn and then sprint to the finish.
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If only they'd do that in real life then every day after school would be just like a TRYathalon, although sometimes come 7.30pm I feel like I've competed in one.
My one and only attempt at donning some lycra was another cereal sponsored event. Twelve years ago, I put on my Special K T-shirt and took part in a very small duathalon - the kind of event any professional athlete would do on their "rest" day. A little bike ride on the windy Wellington foreshore and then a little wee trot to the finish line.