Tonight at 6pm I’ll be starting my 6-month journey to Ironman 70.3 again. You may remember how my previous attempt ended with me going for a little sleep in the ambulance and waking up in the medical tent at the finish line – followed by an ugly cry. So...
After a terrible swim on Saturday that left me wheezing like a 75-year-old man with emphysema (before even swimming 100m), I spent the rest of the weekend feeling beaten, deflated and wondering whether this 70.3 dream is just one of my crazy schemes. It also involved...
Just call me… UNDERDOG OMG how sad is that: 2nd last in the run. Stone last in the 1km swim (although I maintain that Sofie and I did two extra laps because we got our counting muddled up… not that it would change my result much). I can only hope that...
It’s been a tough week on the work, home and training front. My run was slow and cumbersome. I had (and still have) a lot of work stress. I’m the only one in the household who isn’t sick. So all in all, I didn’t have a lot of fun. So after...
Da Chick, who will be six next month, is quite a Sporty Spice: She cycles (and already made us promise that she’ll get a bike upgrade for her birthday). She’s a great little swimmer. She loves to run. I had the privilege of accompanying her on her first...
