Able to watch both the womens and mens race, It was insane the number of people that had turned out to watch the races. In particular the mens with easy a couple of hunderd thousand lining the course the whole way round 5 to ten deep!
After realising defeat in the womens race to be able to see any of the swim we nestled ourself on a bike corner, at a good yelling distance to the peleton! I happened to be nuzzld up beside two different athlete's sponsors out there, and after engaing in the yelling match with them I think its fair to say the aussie cries droned them out, better luck next time fellas!:) After several crashes early on in the bike, the race was seperated out more than anyone would hav anticipated, as every second girl went past with half their ass missing, or at best looking like thay had been mud wrestling with each other post swim. Unlucky for the aussies poor old Moffy got taken out and it was down to Jacko and Erin to fly the flag.
Next I openly admit I was a selfish prick to get a guernsy on the run course, pushing my way to the front of a bazillion ppl to jump the fence to cheer them home it was all worth it when the girls told me they could hear me out on the course! Though I made noooo friends around me! haha It was so nice to see Erin run home with a Bronze medal, and Jacko with a top ten too.
The boys however was just as exciting, with the roar and support of the GB athletes that had come to see the Brownlees go for 1, 2. The crowd was elcectric! and if thats not home turf advantage nothing is! A superb display from the boys from start to finish, we had essentially camped out at the course getting there hours early, and could see first hand the breaking speed of the swim tha strung the rest of the field from word dot. Positioned well for the run and torn between watching hot boy's bums, Reiderer's crazy Mo, and cheering on the grimmacing friends and aussies out there, it wasn't long before the biggest thunder roar errupted when Al Brownlee delivered and posted a scorching run time to win Gold for th Brits.
So after 4 days of standing and walking, marathon watching, triathlon supporting, shopping, dancing, photo taking, partying, slumming it in a backpackers with our mulled out disappearing act of a roomy, visiting friends, t-shirt bartering, night club hopping, flag stealing, tube riding, sledging, pub crawling, kebab stalking, and plane stalling....It's back to France, back to routine before taking on the rest of the world again at the next race in Stockhom! Well done to Erin, Moffy, Jacko, Atcko, Sticksy and Sexton for doing us all proud. Go Aussies :)