Triathlon Torment

Date: 10/6/2016

I was competing in a Triathlon. My brother was competing with me which was nice. I felt like I was showing him the ropes as he has never done any competitive sport before (in real life). I/we were on stage two, which is the cycle. I kept getting punctures and other trivial mechanical problems that were preventing me from being unable to complete the stage. I remember being aware that the race was drawing to a close, that the roads would soon be reopening to traffic, and that most people would already have finished, whilst I had not yet even begun the running stage. I considered that I needed to go faster and try even harder if I was going to finish before dark. But I was quite determined to finish. Never once did it occur to me quit. I woke before I ever started the running stage but I remember the feeling was one of determination coupled with frustration, but with determination being the more dominant. I guess that's a good thing?