So the afternoon before the race was taken up with a lot of walking about to different places hanging bags up and checking bikes in, all at different places. With it being a big race it was more like an Ironman with all the bags and check in procedures, not like the singapore 70.3 where you just plonked everything by your bike. I thought i fuss over mr felt when i abandon him to his rivals at his place but there was a girl in the next row to me wearing a very flouncy frock who seemed to be polishing her cervelo. Mr Felt doesn't think much of cervelos so even he thought this was excessive. I left him to psyche out his rivals and he gave me a look which meant in tri bike speak 'don't flippin' well be last out of the water' and i went off across 5 miles of grassy field to the run transition to leave my shoes.