Up went the blowup arch, along with gusty winds and the race was on.
The crushing 😂 field of about 100 athletes all hit the water. I kept my eye out for barbel and fishermans pap lines. As I slipped out of my wetsuit in T1, I also tossed off some water weed from my hair to glam up for the bike.
Hills, glorious hills strummed in my head as the two lap bike course required some thigh power. The run start was no different and for once I was grateful for that little hill out of Valverde on the Saturday brick runs.
The finish line arrived and with the double thumbs up salute I thought "mooi man" ( Afrikaans accent required). And that was that.