Current mood – upbeat (1 application form down 3 to go)
Current music – ‘And She Was’ by Talking Heads
What was I thinking? Was it one of those desperate moments when I needed to prove my masculinity? Had I been hypnotised or duped into thinking I really am some iron man trapped in this overweight body that’s in love with food in any guise?
Well whatever but I’m pretty excited (if a little knackered from the training) to have entered the Hatch End Triathlon 2006. Suburban mediocrity in a single event. Roll up, roll up, roll up.
400m swim, 17k cycle, 3k run – consecutively not all at the same time you understand. The swim is my weakest event. I seem to thrash the water to foam and succeed in moving backwards slowly. The cycle is my best event and can probably knock out the 17k in about 35 minutes. The run should be ok as long as I don’t go completely bananas on the bike and leave myself with nothing in the tank for the run.
My aim is firstly to finish without employing the services of St Johns Ambulance. My second aim is to do it all in less than 90 minutes. My third aim is to not look like a tit trying to prove he’s not 38.
I’ve been training hard – at the gym by 6:30 and out in the evening too. It’s getting me fitter and lighter too (I’m 2 stone lighter than I used to be) and what with a tai chi work out to settle everything down I feel quite clear in the head too.
The only problem with it is timing. (Is there ever a good time?) I’m currently applying for 4 jobs and the dead lines for the forms start hitting this week. Plus I’ve got a church leadership team meeting on Wednesday night (so I’ll miss the football – bugger) and I’m going to see Andrea sing and Steve caress at the Recycle Collective on Thursday and then, double bugger, it’s Andrea’s birthday dinner party on Saturday night, the night before the bloody race so no alcohol for me.
The sacrifices an elite athlete has to make.