Wow, May 2017 and my first blog of the year. That’s really bad. Let’s say I’ve had other things on my mind.
Matt Fisher runs TriathletesDiary.com - so it's all his fault! He pretends to be a triathlete, but really he is a husband, father and company VP. But he has raced for the GB Age Group squad a few times and is a two-times qualifier for the IM70.3 world champs
Wow, May 2017 and my first blog of the year. That’s really bad. Let’s say I’ve had other things on my mind.
Well, under my own definition, I can no longer call myself a triathlete. It’s quite sobering. For what it’s worth, my definition of a ‘triathlete’ is someone who has completed a triathlon, of any distance, in the last 12 months.
That’s not me.
So it hasn’t been the easiest of years. I’ve documented struggles with balancing triathlon training against my real-world responsibilities as a husband, father and Vice President of a fast-growing company. But lately I’ve been feeling pretty positive. To some extent, I refound my mojo and I’ve started to (whisper it quietly) enjoy training.
My original title for this blog was “Warning: Grumpy, broken triathlete”. But it’s a fair reflection on a sad state of affairs that right now I can’t even call myself a triathlete. To be a triathlete (in my book), you actually have to race!.
Last Sunday saw the last race of the Wessex Cyclocross league and, despite a near-fatal bout of man-flu (is there any other kind?!), I wasn’t going to miss the season finale; partly because it was the last race, partly because it was on my doorstep and partly because I needed the points in order to be ‘gridded’ for the start of next season.