Fully aware of the fact that I suffered badly in the heat on Sunday and that I may not have enough time to recover fully for this Sunday, I intended to do a hard hot brick session to prove I’m one of those kind of triathletes.
I um’d and ah’d all morning at work about cutting the day short and doing my mad brick in 30C temp’s.
At 13:00 finally bit the bullet and took a half day holiday. I then realised that with getting into work late because of getting onto the train and missing my coffee, then that slow train being held up at Potters Bar, I’d missed breakfast as well as my required morning coffee.
I had been so busy at work that I hadn’t drunk much at all, if anything, all day. You might think this unwise. Not so for a highly trained athlete[sic]. All that was needed was a Cornish pasty and a diet coke from Kings Cross before hopping on the train.
Nutrition: the fourth discipline? Suck it!
