(If you start reading, you’ll have to finish – or go directly to version 2! NB: The first paragraph is way exaggerated! And I know it’s a bit risci to post it – I really don’t mean to offend anyone… Hope you’ll get the point 😉
Fall 2016, version 1
So, I was in my greatest shape ever and pumped up for my 70.3 debut. I fell over my bike because of a stupid bastard that didn’t know the traffic rules. I was in sooo much pain immediately but I went on my trip to the race. It was a nightmare to get there. I was stranded in Brussels, had to buy new tickets and walk around and around with all of my luggage.