The swim went much like most of my triathlon swims — slow. But no matter — I always consider the swim as a warm up for the rest of the day, and the further back I emerge the more rabbits I can try to chase down on the road ahead. Once onto the bike I could already feel the temperature climbing. Every inch of my body was drenched in sweat and it stayed that way all day. Droplets formed like a beard at the bottom of my chin, splashing off as I rocked in slow motion to and fro up each climb.