Surviving Saharaman: Triathlon's best kept secret?

Surviving Saharaman: Triathlon's best kept secret?

It’s so strange to think that the lake I’m now swimming in wasn’t here a few weeks ago, yet this is a place where you can’t help but embrace the contrasts with home. As I make my way through the recently formed cool waters, I miss the heat from the nomad’s fire that warmed my hands pre-race. I wonder what he thinks of all of this. That heat is now rapidly draining from my hands, and I’m more aware than ever that I’m immersed in what must be one …