This morning I sent in the withdrawal form for 70.3UK. I am heartbroken and my heart appears to be broken.

I’ve said a few times in recent entries that training hasn’t been going well, and I mentioned why in the last one – chest pains, palpitations, trembling. I brushed over it a bit, but I had been worrying for a while. I also admitted that I’d been putting off seeing a doctor because I didn’t want them to say I couldn’t race, or couldn’t train, or couldn’t go to Paris (and honestly, there will  be a far cheerier entry about the trip as a whole, especially since I legitimately will be sitting around a lot more). Continue reading “Heartbeat” →