There has been a lot of weather this week, weather of the cold, wet, grey, wet, windy, wet, wet, wet variety. This has not made me happy. On Wednesday I went down to the Docklands Watersports Centre for a bit of open water swimming. This is the first time I've been completely on my own … Continue reading Weather
In two and a half months I will be a triathlete. So I had better get on with writing some posts about triathlon training. I will take it one discipline at a time. Running You all know how my running is because already because I don't stop talking about it. Swimming Perhaps the biggest surprise … Continue reading Why Be Bad At One Sport When You Can Be Bad at Three?
This cartoon from Webcomic Name came up on my Facebook the other day: and I had to admit that it had rather hit the spot where it comes to my triathlon training, which has so far consisted of the following: Try on wetsuit to make sure it still fits. (It does, just.) Visit bike cupboard … Continue reading Bring back running
January 5th: Northala Fields parkrun (see last entry). January 6th: After staying up too late drinking cocktails with chillis in them and discussing the minutiae of running watches, I was in no mood to do anything and would probably have spent the entire day watching TV if it were not for this blasted initiative. Instead, … Continue reading RED: Days 5 to 10
I decided to go with the triathlon in Seaford. The prospect of official race photos with those gorgeous white cliffs in the background was what swung it. Not being crushed to death by a tractor was also a big incentive. Anyway, I thought I'd update as to how triathlon training is going. At the moment … Continue reading Seaford, Here We Come
This time five years ago, I was in a park in Walthamstow holding a granny bike with the pedals removed, trying again and again to coast down a small slope without falling over, and invariably landing in a heap at the bottom. I was covered from head to toe in bruises and convinced that bicycles … Continue reading Bike Ride to Broxbourne (and Gunpowder parkrun)
I was less than halfway into this morning's workout yet I had already mentally composed most of today's joyously positive post. Since cutting down on sugar I've lost 2.3kg in 10 days and my resting pulse has gone down to 52 (from 55-60). Even better still, today I followed advice from cycling friends and cycled … Continue reading Cycling Calamities That Could Only Happen To Me, part 59