One minute I'm trying to unstick my frozen fingers from my bike's handlebars, and the next I'm getting sunburnt legs from sitting on the sidelines (whilst keeping my sweater and jacket firmly on) in a stiff wind, watching crazy children swim in the Atlantic over the half-term break.
Okay, I'll admit, I ventured in as well after much
I warmed up again sometime yesterday afternoon.
Anyhow. Amnesia. 'Twas some time since this made an appearance.
Or possibly I was just unaware of it.
A phone call over a week ago from BB, asking if I had checked the mail delivery.
I hadn't (yet).
A following question as to whether I had entered her in Blenheim triathlon without telling her.
I hadn't (not this year at any rate).
The discovery of a complete race pack addressed to yours truly amidst the day's post, despite no recollection of officially entering.
|yes, really - you are not imagining things|
Surely my amnesia was not so bad that I had completely forgotten about this?
Some hours later, the mystery was solved.
After digging around email archives and going through past bank statements, I found two rather telling items:
1. confirmation that I had "successfully secured a place in Blenheim 2014", and;
2. payment taken from my account for not one, but TWO places (me and BB) on August 30th, 2013.
Lessons learnt: do not 'register interest' in such events unless you are a) sure to take part, and b) happy to allow others to just 'take payment'.
Oh, and also CHECK JUNK/SPAM EMAIL and BANK STATEMENTS.
(note to self: ask for replacement brain for next birthday)
As for those amongst you wondering whether I will be taking part now in Blenheim 2014, the answer is, "Non!"
Kevin is meeting on the same date, hosted by the Wine Writer - far more important.
As the Lovely Radiographer quipped in reply to my faux pas above:
"There are plenty of triathlons, but 'Kevin goes mad in the country' occurs but once a year!"
True. Plus I will be in good amnesiac company.