I’ll admit it, it’s been a while between blogs. Like an inexperienced fence builder, I’ve been inconsistent with my posts. So allow me to bring you up to speed on the activities of the last few months. First, the elephant in the room, I’m retiring. This weekend in fact, at approximately 10:00am on Sunday morning (actually, make that 9:55, in case any of the lads racing on the weekend are reading – psych psych pscyh), when I finish Western Sydney 70.3. That’s a discussion for another time though, I’ll elucidate on that decision more comprehensively after next weekend. For now, let’s get you up to date on the 4 races leading up to my last, in a recap that will be like a small boxer talking about various ethic groups, i.e., a short, punchy review of different races.
Busselton 70.3 – 1st
Swam well to lead out. Wouldn’t have done so if I had known about the lurking shark that halted proceedings for the age groupers. Group of around 7 rode together for the bike. Had the fastest run to win from a pair of animals, Crowie and Fish.
Mooloolaba 70.3 – 1st
Swam alright, came out 2nd. Gave the bike a bit of a nudge and after some early help from Luke Bell, rode solo to have a few minutes over a large chase pack into T2. Ran (for the first time in 2 weeks – hamstring tear) very painfully to grab the win from a Shoey-ing Tim van Berkle and Sam Betten.
Noosa – 4th
Swam alright, came out 4th. Rest of the race was a bit of a tactical standoff until around 1500m to go, when Jake Birtwhistle unleashed much fire and fury. Kept off the podium by a deserving trio of Jake, Royle and Baillie.
Challenge Shepparton – 1st
Swam well, lead out with a handy gap. Promptly crashed. Cursed self, got back on. Rode well to have an even handier gap by T2. Ran well with the fastest run to have the most important gap by the finishing tape, from Luke Bell and Dave Mainwaring.
So, one race to go then. Safe to say that for the last race, like a teenager returning a parents borrowed car, I’m not going to leave anything left in the tank.
Take care friends,