I stepped away from the ‘blogface’ for a few days this week, for the Leeds ‘Xtra Mile’ triathlon. Not to compete, you understand, but to watch grandson Jack take part. I’m well past that sort of thing; even in my heyday, a half-marathon was my limit … anything beyond that ceased to be enjoyable. And, if it’s not enjoyable, and I don’t have to do it … why do it?
Jack liked it, though … he finished second in his age group, and said later he was a bit disappointed with his swim, but made it up with the cycling and the run.
And, did he celebrate? Not really:
‘I have to be on parade at seven tomorrow morning!’
So, that evening, he was on a train back to barracks. Oh, to be twenty again! I was shattered just watching!