Can 'Death' take on an Olympic Distance Triathlon in the Sunshine State Down Under? By Sonya FranklinRace day came and what a scorcher! 29 degrees Celsius (84 degrees Fahrenheit), ridiculous humidity and little breeze made for 'optimum' racing condition. Having showered the night beforehand in prep for an early morning, Death was applied before bed and again when I woke up at 5am. After a trip to transition for the usual tyre inflation and transition preparation, I headed back to the apartment for brekky and a 'Death top up' 45mins before heading for the starting line. The race stared 'well' with both nose & ear punches in the swim to the running bare foot what felt like a mile from the canal to bike transition. To the dropped chain at the 'mount' line and the woman blatantly drafting me and others the entire cycle leg. To the extreme heat and salt crust my body endured through out the run leg, I imagine similar to the Sahara desert? The end result, a few blisters, a headache unfortunately no PB's but made it to the finish line in 2h 39m 30s with 'Death' far from my mind. The true test was minutes afterwards when back at my 'club tent' regaling stories of the torture, and flailing my arms about, I did not detect any horrendous odours emitting from pits. By the time I picked up my bike from transition and headed for a well earned shower (4hrs later) I vaguely remember a slight scent as I peeled my crusty tri suit off. I definitely think that's 1 to 'Death' and 0 to the Race!