It's amazing that anyone makes it to the start line really.
However, we did indeed make it to the start, and we also made it to the end without being disqualified for some minor infraction of the rules. The sun shone for a while - long enough to get a photograph of me demonstrating my perfect head-out-of-the-water breaststroke technique.
So the very fact that I can now get into a pool and know I'll reach the other end is really rather incredible. And if you look, I'm actually smiling in this photograph. Me - smiling in a swimming pool. Unheard of.
The sunshine didn't last, and by the time I got off my bike the heavens had opened and we ran through a torrential downpour.
Today I'm tired. Not only because of the triathlon, but because the thing-I've-been-doing-at-work, the new thing I've not done before, which has devoured my last six weeks, has come to an end. And now it looks like I have seven whole days off.
I'm planning some plastering of course (more on this later), and there's the small matter of a half marathon on Sunday. Not entirely sure whose idea that was...