Sport

Popular perception says the devil makes work for idle hands. As it turns out he also makes work for other parts of the body and this he calls exercise.

Because of the supposed endorphins, it’s really easy to get addicted to exercise and you become so fit that you push yourself to ever-greater extremes, one of which is death. Undoubtedly, the benefit of regular exercise is that you develop a superbly toned body, one that everyone would be highly jealous of, were it not for the fact that you stink of chlorine, continually break off to carbo-load with high-energy liquids and have to stretch for fifteen minutes before starting anything. And, in any event, don’t forget that exercise was actually created for those who can’t handle hard liquor and class A drugs!

I’ve done more than my fair share of exercise: I’m still trying to master the game of squash; have run more adventure races, marathons & ultras than I care to recall; discovered I was more rust than iron in triathlon; continually proved that I have no natural talent on two wheels, have swam often in cold water, very cold water; and don’t ever want to do anything like this ever again.

the return match – one year older, one year slower and…

…certainly not one year wiser. Yesterday saw your intrepid local triathletes compete in this year’s New Forest Swashbuckler (Half Ironman Distance of 1.9k swim, 56 mile cycle and a half marathon to end with) and it’s not a pretty story with a cuddly happy ending. All was going well as Jonathan and I met at 3.45am (yep, you read that correctly) and hit the M3 in a journey we’d completed several times, latterly only the day before for registration. There’s no way we could get lost as there was no-one else on the road, right? Wrong. Can you believe it we got horribly lost, ending up on the wrong motorway THREE times before finally getting back on the M3 at […]

hart sprint triathlon – still old, still slow…

Running around the City at 12.15am trying to remember where I’d parked the car wasn’t perhaps the best of training ideas for the night (morning?) of an event but at least when I found it and realised there was already a frost on the windows at least knew it was going to be a cold one… And so it proved to be. Bl**dy freezing in fact with a chill wind that absolutely cut through you, only for the intermittent rain to finish you off. Nice. And don’t forget the hail. I kid you not. Hart Sprint Triathlon is a relatively inexpensive and cracking wee event run by Hart Council just down the road in Fleet Leisure Centre. Attended by about […]

the terror of time-trialling

Hillingdon 25M Time Trail – 21st March 2010: Well, at least I was only over taken by two other riders… This morning saw Johnny and I enter the first Time Trial race of 2010, the West London 25 mile TT, my first proper cycle race ever, and I kid you not we were almost the only ones not racing on a time trial bike, with disc wheels and aero bars. Why, most of the other participants even raced in aero helmets ferchristsakes! Daunted is not the word but, as with most of these events, it turned out to be not too bad at all and the fear of anticipation is greater than its reality. An out and back course into […]

dorney triathlon

Is that the time? 02.38 and there’s precious little chance of any kip. Perhaps caused by having a few swift pints with the boys to calm the nerves, maybe brought on by a last minute carbo loading session of industrial sized quantities of pasta and garlic bread or simply the burning knot of fear in the pit of my stomach together with the recurring vision of being ‘swam-over’ and deposited at the bottom of the lake. Yep, that’ll be it then. Sunday morning saw your favourite gang of intrepid adventurers, Stu Hart, Jonathan ‘the butcher’ Greaves and little ol’ me, embark on the next chapter of physical pain and heart-break by attempting the ORCA Sprint Triathlon at Eton’s Dorney rowing […]