WELCOME

Hello all, it's either a welcome to those of you who have stumbled onto this blog (run, flee now while you still have the chance) or a welcome back to those who know what has gone before.

For those not 'in the know', almost one year ago I accomplished nigh-on a two year challenge of both lifestyle and edurance (and spelling....eNdurance!), culminating in the completion of the London Marathon 2013 (see fatmantofitman).

Even I have to say it was an amazing achievement - if a little barking - but I now have another idea which makes running a marathon seem like such a sane idea! The same principles of healthy eating and exercise apply, but you know me; I can't just leave it there can I? There has to be 'something'; and that something is an Olympic-distance triathlon. Now you may think that for a fit man this won't be a problem. I have already proved I can run long distance, I can swim; and of course everyone can ride a bi........oh.... ......wait..........no I can't!

So join me on another journey of weight loss, struggle (no doubt), pain (I fear), frustration, a 40 year old learning to do something which most can do before they reach double figures; and hopefully glory! As always, I promise to give it my all, and I promise that whatever else you get, you will get honesty; warts, tears, knee scrapes, crashes and all!

Share in the madness.

Sunday 27 April 2014

Finally.......I think....

After four visits from a British Telecom engineer, about fifteen phone calls to the useless operatives at Sky TV, about three months with internet access ranging from rubbish to non-existent, and a partridge in a pear tree; I can confirm that I am now officially.....

.....fanfare please.....

.....back online!!

It's been a nightmare. Not only have I had a severely limited chance of chatting to (or should that be talking at?) you lovely people, there have also been those many other practical things (paying bills, checking bank account) which I have been unable to do. It's true; I am now officially a man of 'the net' and would struggle to survive without it. Fortunately, it's now back; and so am I!

Plenty to talk about over what I suspect will be the next two years plus, so I'll break you in gently. For now I will just say that I have already run in to the first of many challenges along the way when going for a swim this evening. The pool was heaving, leaving no room for my pathetic version of front crawl (in every sense of the last word). All I need is a straight line to follow, but it was a total mess of people swimming like Ian stuffing Thorpe (that is his middle name), people floating and hoping for the current of the pool to 'waft' them to the other end, and my own personal favourites, the people who stand in the pool to have a chat!; are a couple of chairs in the bar not conventional enough or do they just enjoy getting in the way??!

Yes, there may have been - as some newly-wet swimmers proved - the possibility of weaving in amongst the flotsam and jetsam, but one of the issues with my current level of front crawl prevents me from seeing where I am going; and even if I could I think I would struggle to change direction.

I am sure I will get better, but I am currently trying to squeeze in 4-5 swimming sessions a week and need to schedule them so it is not too busy in the pool. SO, tomorrow morning will be the first (and possibly last) 6am session. Yes, 6am; in the morning. I used to do the early gym start thing a long time ago and once I got used to it, it was fine and even enjoyable.......

.....once I got used to it.

Well, that's the plan anyway; but when I am woken up by the clock radio and have to get up before Chris Evans is anywhere near the studio, it is not going to be pleasant.

Never mind; at least I have the weigh-in to look forward to tomorrow......

......CRAP!!!!!
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