Glory?

I finished 11th in a time of 2:12 hrs. A full 11 minutes behind the leader. No individual medal (not even close), narrowly missed out on a team bronze. So basically I failed what I set out to do.

But glorious it was! Despite the worst swim of my life and a drastic start to the bike leg, I managed to slowly claw my way up the field from near last to 11th with a decent-enough run in incredibly hot conditions.

The reason why I didn't quit when it was all going wrong? Because supporters were there lining the course cheering as loud as they could; they believed, they made me believe. It was magic crossing that line with the Manx flag around my shoulders. Magic.

It was glorious!

And now? I'm glad it's over, time to play for a bit!

-AC