Mass desertion of the Daily Mail, an end to reality TV, UK’s patriotic acknowledgement of its own multiculturalism, continued smiling at strangers on the tube, a massive increase in community volunteering – and Wenlock to run for Parliament.
Well, I ache this morning in places I didn’t know I could ache. Triathlons appear to have been developed to create completely new forms of pain and exhaustion! Anyway, it didn’t rain; I didn’t drown and I didn’t get a puncture! I completed the course… Not quite at the pace of the elites, but, as
Feeling fatter and rather less fit than I should be, I have allowed myself to be persuaded to take part in the Blenheim Triathlon in June. I’ll be competing as a member of the LeaderBoard – a team of Chief Executives from around the UK who have committed to support Sport Relief 2012. I have
1 hour to do 10k. Not my most brilliant performance, but the first piece of real exercise since the Edinburgh Marathon, so not altogether disappointing either. It was very, very hot, even at 8:30 in the morning and the course was an undulating one with a particularly nasty climb about half way round. Great medal
What should have been an excellent day was marred by two major issues. It was ridiculously hot. And the organisers mucked up the provision of water. So, I finished the race in 5hrs 5 mins rather than the 4:30 I had hoped for. I have written the following note to the race director: “Dear Neil
Much less wet than last year, this was a really wonderful run – even if I did only manage a time of 56 minutes. The route took us past the Palace of Westminster, along the embankment, into the City, through Leadenhall Market, past St Paul’s Cathedral and then back to Horseguards, Trafalgar Square and the
This was a truly brilliant race. Not an easy course. Up hills, over bridges, up and down streets. But wonderfully fun and not at all boring. Lots of music – though perhaps there are too many accordian bands in Göteborg for my personal taste. Lots of crowds clapping, though not cheering. Cheering would be impolite
Pouring rain. But what a brilliant race. Thousands of competitors in Central Park, new York City. The course followed the main road round the perimeter of the park, clockwise. It was great fun to meet Andrew, CEO of ACCA Scotland, and his wife before the race, though he certainly finished a long way ahead of
Beautiful weather. A fairly flat course. Excellent, enthusiastic stewarding. And, to cap it all, my mum at the finish to greet me, armed with plenty of water and smoked salmon sandwiches! 2 hours and 4 minutes. Not a bad time either.