|Coach Passingham & The Everyman Olympian looking fresh at the start of Triathlon Training|
|The Everyman Olympian looking surprisingly fresh after 12 mile cycle and 1000m swim|
Back at my pad we ditched the bikes and set off for the run, but not before I taped up my nipples...
|Last time out my nipples bled on the run|
|This time around I was taking no chances...on went the plasters before the run.|
Having also been for a swimming lesson the day before with Coach Nicky my legs and lower back were already feeling it in the morning, and while the cycle and swim had warmed my muscles up oh boy did the run bring all those aches and pains to a throbbing crescendo; on each uphill motion the muscles on my outer thighs yelled for me to stop but I near-silently battled on.
Glen by contrast was shouting at himself between the grunting, like an army sergeant and a rookie mixed into one he was the motivator and the motivated.
This time when we got to Glen's pad I convinced him to continue on to my own, I think the mention that I'd be going three quarters of a mile further struck a competitive cord.
Swimming, cycling and running like this is very much a personal challenge, knowing there'd be a few hundred yards downhill to my flat I opted to squeeze the last ounces of energy and effectively sprinted to the finish line - I've got to say, while writing this this morning my legs are still not talking to me.