What have I done?

I've signed up to do a Triathlon, that's what I've done.
Good news is I can do the swim. 400m this morning in just under 10 minutes. That'll do for now. But the bike? The run?
I have till 3rd October, so I guess I'd better start some training.
Need a goal. OK finishing is number one, but finishing in under 2 hours is number 2 for now. Will revise as the training develops, or doesn't develop.
There will be the opportunity for people to give generously to a great charity to encourage me not to give up. Details later!!

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