At Lamphey I knew I had to eat, even though I wasn’t feeling up to it. My stomach had started turning, probably caused by the rough sea swim and drink in the morning. I took on a couple of pieces of banana and kept pedalling. I was fighting the boredom and monotony, and trying not to get ahead of myself and think about the run until I was at least up Wiseman’s Bridge. Out of Narberth the second time and I ate some more banana. Around Prince’s Gate and Ludchurch though I started to feel a little tired. I knew I hadn’t eaten enough and had to force two sticky powerbars into me. I knew I needed to get the bike completed and deal with the run as it came. The bars may not have helped my poorly guts but certainly boosted my energy and I picked up well, completing Wiseman’s and Heartbreak and powering back into Tenby, well inside the cut-off time (albeit 15min slower than I had wanted). The day was going OK, apart from the stomach problems, and a dubious little “chicane” that had appeared in Tenby just before T2 and threatened to unseat me as I raced to drop my bike off!