Whenever you can

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

My Forrest Gump Moment

The other day I thought I would go for a lazy 9 k run

The plan was to run half way home then jump on a bus. When I got to half way I heard a voice (go with me here)

Run Greg Run

So I ran. I ran all the way home. A very satisfying 18k’s in around an hour twenty five...with plenty left in the tank

Maybe I am feeling fitter than I thought!

Cheers

Greg

PS I feel a bit dirty after this one as I have a vast dislike for Forrest Gump!