A Soggy Centenary

Martyn celebrates his 100th column for 220 by reporting on yet another failed attempt for sporting glory

- Martyn Brunt

Dear long-suffering reader, it is my solemn duty to tell you that together we have reached a major endurance milestone – because this is my 100th column in 220.

Achievement of this astonishing feat of durability by everyone who has read my witterings over the years, may not be quite up there with a finishing an Ironman or off-brand equivalent, but you probably still deserve some sort of medal – or in the proper tradition of tri, a plastic bagfull of leaflets, a bottle of water and a banana.

Being in the public eye has obviously had a dramatic impact on my athletic performances because in the years since I started this column I’ve done one world championship, two European finals, six Ironmans, 28 half-Ironmans, 33 Olympic distance races, two sprint tri’s and won the grand total of TWO whole medals – one for coming second in my age-group at a new middle distance race which hadn’t caught on yet, and one for a win at a standard-distance race when there was literally no one else born in the same decade as me.