Confessions of a driving instructor

Ok, so the title gives away my age as there were a series of books back in the 70's, confessions of...they were serious rubbish, so I'm told as I was too young to read them. However at 6.15am this morning I gave my son his first driving lesson (he's had £600 worth of professional ones but 2 failed tests!)which was a bit of a shock to the system for both of us. You forget what it's like to be learning again and how reckless "white van drivers" can be, but he did great. That was the start to my morning followed by a fast 3.5 mile run and a 2km swim. I felt brilliant afterwards having felt lethargic for the last week; I think I have my mojo back! Busy day today as I am meeting a yoga teacher later to find out how we can get my stiff legs into shape for my running training. The stiffness is nothing new but if I don't get this sorted I'll suffer with the training and the Sahara in April. I spent 11 years struggling at karate trying to be more flexible but I think the problem is structural and pushing through the pain barrier did me more harm than good back then. Tonight I am speaking to Strathaven Rottary Club about Mission Ironman so that should be fun. Finally the sun is shining and that always helps. Have a fantastic day!