being photo bombed by the announcer, Paul Kaye
It then occurred to me: I am little distressed by exploitation of the poor. I remember London Traders dropping photocopied fifty pound notes onto heads of anti-Capitalism protesters. Instead of reeling from the shock of the disparity between the classes, I snorted aloud into my skinny no-sugar double-shot latte, leaving splodges of froth on my George Soros-replica tie.
Likewise, if anything, the hints of agoraphobia in my psyche need to be tempered down, so a congested race would only do me good.
As for murky waters, they have a saying in these parts "Boet, I'm from The View". It's like saying "you don't mess with Texas" or the equivalent. I pay Ekurhuleni Municipality rates and taxes. This is my lake. No-one comes to my lake without paying dues. Everyone pays the ferryman.
So I decided to race the 40-44 age groupers.
|Bedfordview Athletics Triathlon Team|
It's hard to tell who came first and who came third
(aka 3rd fastest middle aged triathlon guy in the whole of Africa - including all African islands)