Brick-tacular

After Nom, the real adult, mended the Corporal and Veg's Halfords monsters (Suspicions have been raised that Halfords don't actually run an 'elementary screw-tightening' course or in fact build bikes at all. We think they're actually a cake shop or something.) I'm going elsewhere for my first service, despite the Halfords one being free. I'd rather pay, as the Halfords one seems a little like a non-transaction, in that if I take it down there I won't be paying them and I'm sure they won't be fine-tuning and fixing my bike, so five miles seems like a long way to cycle for absolutely nothing. Grrrrr. Halfords.

Anyway...we did brick. Minus Fromage (get well soon...bicycle clips on standby). We cycled to the ringy-things on the Spen Valley Greenway, (You know, it's past the metal sheep but before where the pub used to be) then back, then left Nom for his extended transition which involved going into the house, fetching the bike lock, etc. The run didn't feel too bad at first, despite the fact that against me, snail's pace is actually an improvement. (No seriously; walking is faster. I've measured my speed against real snails.) But then, as the Corporal overtook me shouting 'Sprinting! Sprinting!' I remembered that we forgot to take off our helmets in the excitement of the transition.

Note to self: check whether Ilkley's triathlon allows laughter breaks.