I’ve finally had a spare moment to log last week’s olympic distance triathlon at the lacs de Belfort.  As a French championship qualifying race, it’s understandable that so many top triathletes make the trek out here in the eastern corner of France near Mulhouse.  I was not worthy, witnessing the few remaining stragglers that didn’t crush my 40k bike to zip past me on the run.  But in the race against myself, I felt vindicated.  Conditions were good, and I felt fine at the end.