The loneliness of the long distance runner

Following the second football tournament in two days (won the first one, third in the second) the kids team return to base for some relaxation before heading home on Monday.  But not for me.  The kids head to the pool, the amigos the bar and I start out on my run although the thought of a cool pint was tempting.  Holland countryside is beautiful but heavy thunder restricts my run to an hour and I get in just before the heavens open.  Committing to Ironman means sacrificing many things but I did get back for a couple of beers and a steak as all training and no play could make me exceptionally boring!  On Tuesday it is back to building up my training as there will be little rest between now and August.

Sting in the tail

On Saturday I was carrying out some low altitude training in preparation for Copenhagen - away at my son's football tournament in Holland. To strengthen my will power I have brought along a bunch of beer swilling amigos to tempt me off my training. So far I have resisted and looking at them this morning it was the right decision!
On my early morning run I encountered a problem which required some quick thinking. A emergency poo in the woods was essential and the docken leaves not only cleared up the mess, but soothed my nettle stings acquired while making myself invisible!  No issue with the treaked back muscle.