A new rubbery addition to my arsenal

I went, I saw, I conquered!  I bought a wetsuit. It is rubbery. It is tight. It took me, the nice lady in the shop, and all my available energy to get the thing on - with moral support from Dale and the other shop guy.  I think wetsuit application (and you do "apply" it like lotion, rather than "don" it, like sweatshirt) should be the fourth discipline in triathlon.

I haven't had a chance to use it in anger yet (Dale wouldn't let me go swimming at 7.30pm with 2 foot waves on the lake, total darkness and air temperature of about 8 degrees), but I can assure you that it definitely reduced friction and improved my buoyancy as I staggered around the triathlon shop.  Hopefully I'll break it out and break it in soon - and give this mysterious open water swimming thing a knock.  How hard can it be?  Right?

My slick rubbery tightness looks like this:


well, as far as I can remember, it has been hanging in the cupboard for a while.

Ok, well until next time, here's hoping the Taupo Taniwha hasn't developed a craving for rubber or ironmaidens.

love,
Ironmaiden