Another week's holiday completed, and unfortunately not much more to come for the year. We had a pleasant week on the Med in France, but I coudn't help but think I was wasting my time sat on the beach or wandering round the city streets doing the tourinst thing. It must be to do with 'interest'.
Although I can find most things interesting if I dig into the minutiae, it seemed to be more difficult on this holiday. I can only stand so much sat on a beach getting hot, and insist on soe form of shade as much as possible. This holiday we invested in a parasol which (fortunately) fitted corner to corner in the suitcase so we brought it back to languish in the loft for a few years as food for the moths.
Yesterday saw me compete in a standard distance triathlon, beaten into 2nd place in my age group by the usual guy, only this time he wupped me by about 11 minutes. No chance of gaining that time back, so I need to pick races where he doesn't take part. Less hassle.
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