Nobody Calls me Chicken.

OK so there I was. 2 sessions into my training plan. Feeling pretty good about myself after finishing my first proper swim. Doing the crawl with my goggles, hat, with the breathing and the kicking of the legs. Basically the whole shebang.

So I'm driving home afterwards trying to figure out what I'd have for a healthy tea when I decided to get a chicken sandwich from a local (unnamed) shop. Good I thought to myself a nice plate of pasta for lunch and a sandwich for tea. How healthy am I? Now I know everyone says that loads of different foods taste like chicken. Well let me tell you now. It all tastes the same in reverse :(.

5 days later and 7 pounds lighter let me just say I have never experienced anything like the dose of food poisoning I've just survived. I still don't feel right. If this is God testing me for this triathlon then he has started with a whopper. While my resolve remains steadfast my training plan has taken a hit. 7 days in and only 2 days training completed. I do hope to get back on the saddle (I mean this literally) tomorrow morning and try to make up for my missing days this week.

1 thing I can confirm for all you good people is that I'm never eating chicken again. I realise that I use the words "I'm never (insert word) again" a lot. Generally they can be heard muttered around 6 nations Mondays or Heineken Cup Sunday mornings but this time I mean it. Its been added to my list of Tequila, Jack Daniels and Brussels Sprouts as my Kryptonite.