I’ve never warmed to the idea of doing a triathlon. It has a lot to do with the uncomfortably early morning starts, daunting claustrophobic swims, confusing transitions, risky cycling conditions and the torturous run…and don’t forget the skin tight, butt-pad unitard that obliterates all sense of self esteem.
Champ and I take turns organising our monthly weekend outings. The Australian Day long weekend was my turn and I decided to go camping in the bush. What better way to celebrate Australia Day than camping amongst the eucalyptus to the sound of laughing kookaburras and the distinct smell that surrounds a bush dunny.