I completed a half Ironman in Valencia and it was absolute bliss

I completed a half Ironman in Valencia and it was absolute bliss

Big cities never sleep. Through the apartment window, facing out onto the Central Market, I hear the joy, laughter and occasional tears of revellers in the streets below heading home to bed after a long Saturday night. It’s 5am. I’ve already had my night’s sleep and am desperately trying to force down some toast before joining them in the streets to head to the race village. Half-dressed in a wetsuit, standing on the platform of the tube station…