Photo to right appears to be the only evidence that I took part at all.
Gits 1, 2 and 3 are termed gits as the didn't git out of the way. Though they may be the only excuse I have, the only thing that stopped me shooting off and stealing the glory from other club members.

Maybe I haven't explained fully
Last year I entered the Ampleforth triathlon and came last, no training, usual amounts of sofa time, you know how it is when you're busy.
This year I had a plan, offer the sport up to the club, a club that consists of people who enjoy a sitting down sport. Encourage a few additional people along, do lots of training, don't come last. That was the plan. As well as the club members I brought a couple of ringers who I could depend upon to be make me look good, thanks guys.
Git 4 (above Left) and Ringer 1 (above right). Git 4 , because he beat me, as did all the other club members, gits 5, 6, 7 and 8 (sorry no pictures as I only had Jonathan's gallery to pick from, which only has pictures of him in it)(sorry no names, you were there to do a job, you failed, you only had to be a bit slower, take a bit longer on the bike ride, saunter alnong some bits of the run, no you couldn't do it could you, the one thing I asked you to do, nope)
I did improve on last years half hearted attempt, a 3/4's hearted attempt, a little more training, I came third from last, a new personal best , thank god for ringers 1 and 2, without their help all my effort would have been in vain (Owen [ringer 1 above]and Jimmy, last and second to last respectively)
Martin (possibly the worst triathlete in the club) Thornton.
Just you wait until next year, or the year after, or ten years time, or another life, one day I'll beat you all.