The Anglo (not Indian) Duathlon Series

I arrived safe and sound back in Blighty (or should I say Brighty?  As it's Brighton?  No, never mind) and managed to clear my digestive system of all traces of mango just in time for the next race of the lycra-clad speed-freaks.  

Me OFFICIALLY coming last in this race.  Although I had Unghhhhh on the bike!

In other news......  Kittens, don't you just love them?  If you don't, look away now.  And probably for the next few weeks.

Who cares how bad you are at triathlons when you've got cute kittens?