I forgot the 7am moment!

In fact, we did have an exciting and unexpected 7am port-a-potty moment at the triathlon. Although it wasn't the massive no-wipe poo that I was forecasting in my prologue piece.

No. Instead, what happened was that Rita had to use la toilette. I informed her that, based on my past experience, the potties get massive line-ups half an hour before the race, which is when everyone decides that they need to evacuate before the triathlon makes them do it publicly and unwillingly.

But Rita was all like "no".

But I was all like "yes, do it before you regret it!".

So she went over to the row of port-a-potties, took a deep breath, and stepped in. Her keen sense of pregnant smelling told her that someone had just been in, and that she was in a port-a-potty. So she did what she has consistently done while pregnant in this situation. She went to over to a tree (any tree, in this case the tree in the middle of the field that everyone was getting ready in) and vomited. Heartily. And I don't mind telling you that mango smoothie, regurgitated, is really disgusting.

It nearly made me sick.

Luckily, immediately afterwards she discovered some flushing toilets in the large brick building immediately beside the swim-bike transition area that I had somehow not seen despite their being located right beside my own personal transition area. All's well that ends well. And she still got some great pictures of what appear to be me, wearing a skin-coloured wet suit stuffed with a baby seal, trying to run a triathlon while mugging for the camera. And maybe a few of Craig too, making me look bad with his after-school regimen of Tai Bo. I've got to dig out some Tai Bo VHS...