The triathlon training blog of Phil Barnes

The Trisuit

So it arrived last night. The trisuit. The thing I once swore, I'd never lower myself to wear.

It fit. (relief).

I took it for a test ride last night on the mag-trainer.

Sitting on the bike seat was akin to silk pyjamas on satin sheets (I've never owned either), but it was a pretty slippery experience.

I could only bear about 45 minutes. I think it maybe a little too snug around the... ahem... 'berries'. I've still got that lingering upset stomach feeling after a good shot to the (well, you know).

I wouldn't want to go long distance in this thing: one piece construction = difficult to 'whip it out'.

So, I guess the jury is still out.

My son's verdict is already in: "Dad, you look weird."