Just like Quentin Tarantino sometimes the official start to my week is a Wednesday. For no other reason than 'who says it should be Monday ?'

Last week and for the purposes of this blog was one of those weeks. Here it is in a nutshell :

Wednesday:

After nursing some blisters back to health post ITU World Championship Series London I ran a brisk fartlek of 1min, 2mins, 3mins, 4mins, 4,3,2,1, in the Surrey Countryside. I also swim for an hour in the open water and spun on my bike for 90mins before packing up to travel to Japan.

Thursday:

I travelled from London to Yokyo. Got picked up and brought to Yokohama. Un packed, went to the race briefing, a welcome party and to my bed.

Friday:

I left the hotel early and spent a long time riding around down town Yokohama looking for the swimming pool, breaking traffic laws and approaching scared locals pointing at a map. I swam an easy 2km, then biked for 60mins around the course. Broke more traffic laws. During breakfast in my room a note was put under the door "obey Japanese traffic law please".

I went for a second swim later in the evening on the race course as it was my only opportunity to do so. Got stung by a Jelly fish. Thought about getting someone to 'pee' on my leg.

Didn't.

Ran for 30 mins at 7.30pm, did some strides, got chased by a security guard who didn't like me running in his car park.

Saturday:

Rode around the bike course at 6am before the Ladies race. Swam another 2km. Had some de ja vu. Drank some coke, put on some compression socks and watched the Womens race on television. Snoozed, ate some rice and realised that Japanese men are the only men who purposely change their hair colour to ginger. Ran another easy 30mins. Watched some episodes of "The Wire".

Sunday:

Woke up at 6am and went for a 20min jog. Had a shower, ate some rice and some dark chocolate. Put on some music, put on my race numbers, packed my bags and gave myself a good talking to before heading to the race start.

It was 35 degrees and 100% humidity so I got into the swim warm-up as early as possible and stayed in there until as late as possible. Got stung by a jellyfish. Regretted staying in as long.

Swam in the first pack. Cycled in the lead pack and drank lots. Cursed from time to time. Ran from water station to water station. Looked over my shoulder at 9.9k relieved I didn't have to sprint. Finished 11th. Got some congratulatory text messages and a text from my sister laughing at the way I waved to the crowd crossing the line. Visited the man who pays out.

Put on some compression socks, drank some cola, had some ice cream. Packed my bike. Snoozed. Went to a post race party. Ate some rice. Drank some beer to dull the Jelly fish sting. Couldn't sleep.

Monday:

Got picked up and brought back to Tokyo. Boarded the plane and still dream of turning left as I get on. Watched Clint Eastwood in Grand Torino and laughed out loud. Walked through my door 28hrs later. Ate the biggest bowl of cereal ever made. Crashed.

Tuesday:

I am not 100 % sure yet but I think today is Tuesday ?