mechanical failure; stopped triathlon short.
kinda broken up over it; lots of thinking about Why I Race; general processing of thought and pissiness over incredibly bad luck.
making it through to the next round of ShelterBox interviews tempers the poopiness somewhat. also, long mindless-yet-charming drive through cornwall and returning to friendly london flat, good conversation and waiting glass of red...very soothing.
not so good: finding out that literary journal has butchered your latest short story and wants you to "sign off" on the changes so they can go to press.
hmmm. an angry e-mail is brewing.