Nothing like a set of shiny, very loud, new triathlon clothes to get you all amped up for getting back on the saddle again. The Rotary came through like gangbusters, and everything feels pretty much true to size, although my slacking off this week has made everything look sausage-like.
Sigh. Dress clothes are every so much more forgiving.
I get to wear the Union Jack on my arse, by the way. How sexy is that?
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