The Guards come whizzing towards me with their lights flashing. The driver’s window zips open and they stare me down like a sheriff and his deputy eyeballing a new stranger in town in the Wild Wild West. But I’m not in the West today. I’m in the East at Dublin’s 70.3 Ironman 2016 (Thousands of photos will be here soon).
“You’ll have to move off there because you’re an obstruction,” says the driver. Continue reading “Iron Cameraman @ Dublin 70.3 Triathlon 2016”