|This is only a simulation... Shall I do it???|
The journey back was nothing like as much of a nightmare as I was expecting. I recovered so quickly from Sunday's exertions that I even started to torture myself by thinking that I could have pushed myself harder. Then I remembered that the onset of cramps in my legs made it very clear to me that it would have been a very bad idea. The b*stard baggage handlers broke both quick release skewers this time, shearing one of them in two and bending the other one. They also managed to break some bits of the bike case. I guess they must have been fed up with lugging 1,800 bikes (x2) over the course of a week. Perhaps the organizers could give them a tip or something, so that next year they are a bit more respectful. I did notice that those going direct from Sao Paolo simply put their bike through with no case - if anything a bit of bubble wrap - and these came out immaculate at the other end. My bike and suitcase arrived in Madrid but, curiously enough, Iberia managed to lose my wife's suitcase in London.
Going back to work the next day was tough - it felt like I had never been away - but my colleagues were very congratulatory about my result and was stopped so many times that I arrived late to all my meetings. Some people prefer their colleagues not to know that they are participating in Ironman competitions because the amount of time they spend training can be misconstrued. However, the head of Human Resources of the company I work for, José Luis Alciturri, appeared on the news this week, announcing he was taking part in a Half Ironman. Considering that he is responsible for 180,000 employees and he is 60 years old, that is pretty damn impressive. He has already done the Maraton des Sables, so it should be "chupado" for him.
|I told you my arms were getting bigger from all this swimming|
Anyway, in case you are curious, here are the official results:
Thanks for following me along my journey. Next stop: let's see if I can break 3 hours in the Marathon...