Superfit, superhTOH

It was a nervous morning getting TOH ready for his super sprint triathlon. Watches were forgotten, running vests lost but he did manage to sort himself out on time.

Extra spectators were drafted in - Matt and Eini (sp?)over from Finland, and the in-laws. We headed over to Excel to give him pre-race moral support and to film his heroic efforts.

TOH was nervous, prone to outbursts about how unorganised the London Triathlon mob were. No-one seemed to know what to do or where to do it, although apparently it was all explained in a 20-minute video which he didn't have time to watch.

But come 11.30am he was all set - wetsuit on and in the water.

I watched from a balcony on the side of Excel. I had a bird's eye view of him swimming with the crowd of men - many of who looked like they'd done most of their training in the pub.

He was swimming like a puppy. Apparently his goggles leaked almost immediately and he kept swallowing water.

But he got out, pulled off his wetsuit and started running to find his bike in his sexy speedos.

We managed to see him just at the end of the cycle, catch him as he ran out of the building and cheered him across the finishing line. He came 21st out of 75, just 8mins behind the winner!

I think I might do it next year!

After, we strolled back home for lunch and to get ready for Tom and Emma's wedding.

I drove over to Amershamshire, or somewhere equally distant, for the evening reception. The bride, of course, looked radiant and the groom handsome.

It was an excellent bash, good food, good company and good dancing. I was only just a little bit jealous about not being The Bride anymore but it soon passed.