Hello, good evening and welcome back to my blog.
It's been a strange half of a year, Lord. My wife, quite predictably, has given birth to our first child, Daniel. I have gone through peaks and troughs of fitness; running a half marathon in 1:49, starting to train for a marathon, but then succumbing to various and as yet undiagnosed groinal injuries. I've started a new blog, The Daddy Diaries, - I'll leave you to figure out the subject.
With all this going on, I toyed with the idea of giving up tirathlons..."more important things to do". However, I've decided that I want to show my son life rather than tell him about it. I want to see his Dad compete rather than recount stories to him of how I 'once did a triathlon (or twice attempted but fell off the second time). And most of all, deep down, I've love to go on runs with him, take him on bike rides and teach him to swim (properly). So I didn't let my fitness go completely to pot, in fact, even when my injuries prevented me from swimming, running and cycling I managed to get down the gym at least twice a week. And now that Daniel is here and taking up som much time, I've taken to cycling to and from work (barely adding to the commute time, but giving me 45 minutes of cardio) and jogging at lunch when I can (once so far, to be fair). But competing seemed a step too far this year, at least. But then I read my blogging pal, Al's, super brilliant race report and the joys of last summer came back to me. As much as I'm enjoying training, I need a goal and the joy of racing has to be it. Some come September I shall be in the Ilkey Triathlon! Thanks, Al, you're an inspiration.
