I’ve started running, but amongst my friends that seems almost obligatory. Turn 40, start running, sustain a rather nasty knee injury. Rather like parenthood, taking up running feels like joining a secret club that you didn’t know existed until you became a member.
I’ve even completed a couple of 10k races over the past year and the Lake Vyrnwy half-marathon.
However, this week I’ve considerably raised the stakes. In just over 12 weeks, on June 1st, I will be competing in the Tri-UK Shropshire Triathlon. This is an Olympic (or standard) distance triathlon, comprising an open-water 1.5 km swim, a 40 km bike ride, followed by a 10 km run.
My stated aim is simply to complete it. Secretly I’d like to achieve a time of between three and three-and-a-half hours. I suspect this might prove a little ambitious, but everyone needs a goal. As things stand at the outset I have run a 10k race, pretty much on the flat, in 54 minutes. I practised swimming 1.5 kms in our pool on holiday last year three or four times in just under an hour. And I once cycled from Cambridge to Colchester on a 3-speed bike, with a terrible hangover, in just under a day. By accident…but thats another story. Training begins in earnest with a swimming session tonight.
In the words of my dad, “If you win you’re a hero, if you lose you’re a fool”. Time – in this case just 86 days – will tell!