Back in the flat, I finally got to shower and relax a little, recounting stories from the day. Emotionally it sounded like I had the easy job, spectating sounds like something which has to be trained for itself! The not-knowing about my progress and my distress on the run had drained Mam, Dad, B, Alex and Mylène, who had braved the elements for longer and later than I had hoped, just to watch me for very brief periods and support me whenever and wherever they could, as I became an Ironman.