​SA Time trial champs, first time, new experience, new rules and new people. Thinking I can just
pack up my tri suit and my bike and arrive at the start line to ride a measly 24km. Boy was I wrong!
The day before the race we go to register and they ask me for my licence, and I proudly give them
my drivers licence. They look at me and say no, we need the your cycling licence. Fail #1.
Then I proudly present my Pinnarello Bolide to the official and he says ' you can not ride this. I
either have to move my saddle back 5cm or move my extensions back 2cm. After much debating,
pushing and pulling, one genius Mcgyver fixed my bike, moved my extensions back and fitted into
the 75cm range. Fail # 2.

When I woke up on Sunday morning, the first thing I thought was why? Why have I done this to myself….
 
Got ready, wetsuit on and down to the beach…
 
Standing in the pen waiting to run into the sea with my training partner Castelli, we held hands, the volunteers in front of us allowing us into the water dropped their arms and off we went sprinting to the cold sea. The icy water hit our feet and we galloped over the waves till we were knee deep. I then stopped, cleaned my goggles, walked in slowly thinking, breathe, just breathe. Castelli turned and screamed to me, YEAH LETS DO THIS FRIEND!!
Goggles on, a butterfly dive into the shallow water and I though, YEAH LETS DO THIS!

I had been training under another tri club for about 6 months and making good progress, and was pretty happy, when I saw an advert for a tri camp from Trifactri.
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I knew one or two things about the club, but most importantly, I had once mailed Lucie and she gave me advice and nutrition tips just before my first triathlon.

I always thought that was  just awesome…