The next stage of madness is probably wanting to do an ultra, preferably somewhere hot and sandy. Doing a tri is madness beyond the stage of recovery.
I can't swim well enough. Might have lessons...
I had a disturbed night - at about 5am, Ivor and Angelmouse and one of the cats were galumphing around the bed, so I threw them all out, and they went off and had a fight over which of them was to blame then woke Tinkerbell, who crawled in beside me wailing that they'd taken her quilt away. Next time I woke up, it was late, Tinkerbell was asleep and Ivor and Angelmouse were playing air-orchestras with a tape of 1970s hits. I'm still topping up my coffee levels.
Please can I take this longneck-suit off if I promise not to eat any herbivores? It's getting hot in here, and it smells of rubber.