I may well never get to Kona. I will explain why in a minute.
But let’s take one thing at a time.
I am now in my third month’s training…. it is like being pregnant! January.
It has suddenly gone really cold. So cold, in fact, that if you are not careful where you put your feet or the wheels of your bike at 9 o’clock in the morning, you are likely to fall and hurt yourself badly. My fingers are so frozen that when you try to open the door to your house after being outside for just a couple of hours, you cannot even hold the key properly and have to use both hands to turn it in the lock. At the moment I am working on my strength and doing slow uphill repeats in a big gear on my bike, as well as my first VO2max sessions both running and swimming. In other words, this is a tricky period and not just because of the training sessions or likelihood of falling ill every couple of weeks.
It is also mentally hard and that is even worse than catching pneumonia.
I am really struggling and the weirdest thing is that it all began one evening when I received an award for sporting merit! Let me explain.
A few weeks ago, another triathlete and I were invited to take part in a gala dinner organised by an international sports club, which awards a special prize…
