My blogging is a lot like my training. Sporadic, laboured and very much hit and miss
The other day I had a classic Greg moment. It was a fine and sunny day so I decided to take my son out for a walk. After a nice hour strolling around the neighbourhood it was time to head home.
As I walked up to our place I started to look for my keys. They were not in my pockets, not in the pram, not in the bag.......not anywhere.
Then it hit me.
I had left my keys in the boot of our car. Which was not at my wife’s work. 3 kilometres away.
Now for the wanna be tri athlete this can only mean one thing.
Training session
So I put my son back into his pram and started jogging......in black jeans a t-shirt and trainers. Not forgetting the 20 odd kilo’s of pram and my son I had to push in front of me
Did I mention it was the middle of the day...and in typical winter time for Sydney it was around 25 degrees
50 minutes later, covered in sweat later, I had my keys and was back home. All that said I had somehow managed to overtake some other runners...what’s up with that!
I guess you have to fit in the training when you can
Cheers
Greg
