The Mooloolaba World Cup was last weekend. I crashed out. I had a decent swim, a so-so first transition, and then crashed out on the first lap of the bike. It’s tough traveling halfway across the world and coming back with nothing, but overall I’m pretty happy about the way things turned out after crashing: I’m not hurt (x-rays on my right wrist came back as negative for fractures which is awesome!), my bike is mostly functional (I need a new derailleur hanger), and other than a little road rash that’s about all the crash did to me. I’m very lucky – considering the speed I was going when I crashed and the amount of people who subsequently ran over me, I would think I wouldn’t be so well-off.
Anyways, rather than focusing on how I traveled 15,000 miles and came back with nothing but a sprained wrist, I’m going to focus on why Australia was actually a lot of fun:
Mooloolaba is on Australia’s Sunshine Coast. It’s a cool place.
Tim Tams. Amazing. I ate half a box of these after I DNF’d.
Meat pies. It’s a pie but it’s a meal! Delicious.
Matt Chrabot, Ben Collins and I rented an apartment for a week. This means we could cook for ourselves if we wanted. Being that I never get to cook anything anymore (I live at the OTC), I jumped at the chance. I put on my sunglasses because this onion was making my eyes water.
The glasses didn’t work so I busted out the goggles.
On the way back Matt and I got into the Air New Zealand lounge in Sydney. I don’t normally drink champagne at noon on Mondays but it was there so how could I refuse?