I was still pretty “fresh” as I entered the recovery tent and quickly changed, drank my tea and left within 10 minutes. In fact I was so fast that I had gathered my bags and bike before my family arrived at transition and I was stranded outside alone until a kindly lady lent me a phone to call my Dad (who had been waiting by the recovery tent!) and arrange a meeting place. They were all so happy for me, and relieved I had finished after all the troubles with my dodgy guts! They made me feel better, although the nagging “what might have been” doubts still remained.