SCORCHIO!

Mr. Sun has indeed got his hat on and yesterday's run was a hot affair, granted I went out at the peak of the day, as with seven days to go I figured that I could have a heat session and have plenty of time to rehydrate, but phew, when you have got used to running in temperatures ranging from -5 - 10C max it's quite a wake up call. The route is fast and flat but the wind and heat will make it tough going, I may find myself making slightly more use of the aid stations than I did at Ironman UK where the conditions were slightly more British.

Getting used to the conditions was a continuing theme this morning with a choppy swim. The weather has calmed down now but there were some pretty big swells a couple of hours ago and it's a strange experience putting your hand in the water and getting nothing but air. Just as strange but more disconcerting is when you turn to breath and find nothing but water, still, it beats dodging grannies.

Today's thank you has to go to my housemates. As anyone who has lived with an athlete knows we sometimes don't make the best dwelling partners. I'd like to apologise for the following:

1. Sweaty/dirty/damp/sticky/blood-stained kit being left in the kitchen/bathroom/landing/hall/lounge.
2. The fact that any left overs not clingfilmed and fridged are automatically considered "fair game".
3. Having to see me topless and steaming for the last 3 weeks most mornings on the turbo - what a wake up call.
4. All the times I'm in a crappy mood because I'm tired.
5. The fact that there are bikes/wheels/energy products/water bottles/tools/speedos/heart rate monitors everywhere.
6. Using the bathroom for 30 minutes most evenings to do core work and stretching.

Not only do they put up with this but they even bought me my favourite food, malt loaf, as a parting gift, it made a nice breakfast in Joburg air port.

Thanks guys, WLCM rock!