Christmas is coming. Triathletes are getting fat.

Well it’s been a few weeks since the blog has been updated because the author has been over in America trying and failing once again to put a decent Ironman together. Yet again he promised so much and delivered so little, you’d think he’d have got the hint by now (idiot!). There’s far too much been written about that experience already so I’ll save you from the torment. If you really need to see you don’t have to look to far.

After many of the clubs members had stayed up far to late watching Iains diabolical performance across the pond they settled into their beds for a few hours sleep before being woken by their alarm clocks and setting off in the wind and rain to compete in the Exmoor Beast. 12 hardcore members/lunatics/idiots had decided to cycle the Cycle Sportive event that covers either 100 kilometres or 100 miles of Exmoor’s best terrain. It’s not the sort of ride you’d do for fun in the middle of Summer so why a dozen of NDTC biggest nutcases and many other folks seem to think it’s a good idea on a cold, wet and windy Sunday morning in November is beyond most sane people who’d rather stay at home in the warm. Still a good time seemed to be had by all including Joe, Marc and Nathan who were all mad enough to do the 100mile event.

The biggest upcoming event on the Triathlon calander if the Krazy Kristmas Kaper a 600m/5k Aquathlon where the main prizes are not so much who comes in the top places, but who can turn up in the daftest costume. With the club chairman setting the standard over the last few years with his Christmas Present design last year and his sparkly thong in 2006 (yes, it was damn cold that day) the standards are high and we're looking for someone to stop him making it 3 years in a row. Who's up to the challenge?


With short days and miserable weather on the way (not that it has left us this year) the long crazy races are pretty much finished for the season and it’s time for folks to let their hair down a little with the impending Christmas Party on the way. The talk has deferred from Triathlon onto the subject of who’s going to make the biggest fool of themselves. It’s amazing how quickly the most serious Triathlete can turn into a jibbering wreck after a few beers ………… any comments coach?