Let’s set the scene a moment: I’m bloody tired, probably have bloodshot eyes, my hair has now grown back enough from Roth that it can be messy again, and I’ve […]

I had my last long run of the year – when I say year, I mean triathlon season; this is how I measure years now. Three hours became 2017 in […]

Three, two, one, horn, stroke, cannonjesusjiminycricketswhatisthatjumpoutofmywetsuit, stroke, stroke and breath and sight, crikey that’s a lot of people, stroke, first kick to the face and grunt and stroke, stroke and […]

I’m currently sat in Bristol. It’s the European City of Sport 2017, so this seems kind of fitting. Did you know that? I didn’t know that, until I walked past […]

Phew. Ooh. Agh. Christ. My legs. I forgot how much it hurts, this race business. In the legs, and right in the pride, sometimes. Yesterday I earned my first triathlon […]