Well that escalated quickly

It was your donations that again drove me out of bed and into the beast this morning. I must admit to having attacked a bottle of champagne last night so I wasn't feeling brilliant at 0500. Nor at 0530 when I pushed off on my bike as the heavens opened and instead of the usual beam of brilliant sunlight that descends upon me I was visited by my own personal douse of what Bill Bailey would call the water based punishment of the Lord. I waddled off on a slightly circuitous route to Heron Lake where I completed a couple of km before heading home. It was all steady work 20min kms on the swim 18mph on the bike (I dont know why I switch units, sorry), 'fat burning' one could call it, others might call it a gentle increase in brick training, the more astute might call it hungover and not well fuelled. Potatoe Pothole.

The weekend has been good for donations, thank you. It seems I should have made the waxing bar a little higher. Chums, colleagues, family and acquaintences have stepped up though and Andy Mac had the honour of making the coup de grâce in tipping me up to £500.01. Trust an engineer. http://www.dilbert.com/2014-07-12/

My sincerest thanks to

Olivia Hurst

D to the an

Andy Mac

Charlotte

Fletch

Ujo Janko

The Elds I will think of you all individually and consider your generocity when on the Ironman. Truly I will. It is tough, and long and also a bit boring so when I run out of poetry to recite (or sing songs like Jerusalem out loud) you will all be considered. I'll need to think up some other escapade to drum up the remainder of my fundraising... Stop press! Almost forgot my new helmet selfie!