Competing in this year’s grand final meant a short hop across the North Sea, after three years in North America. Arriving in Rotterdam two days before my race was quite a contrast to the autumn colours of Edmonton and Chicago, and the heat and humidity of Cozumel – it was grey and rai
With the Norseman fast approaching and very little racing miles in my legs this year I was keen on a long distance hit out - whilst there were some 'big' middle distance races available on the perfect weekend (5 weeks out from Norseman)...
Great to be back in the city where I’d started my working career, long before I’d heard of triathlon, but had run happily with Pudsey & Bramley, and trained on the track at Carnegie, while Alastair and Johnnie were (probably) still in primary school, and to see how little had chan
After my trip to Bedford, the following month found me in Spain – around 2 hours drive north from Madrid in the little town of Soria, which was hosting the championships. Late booking meant we were in a small village about 20mins out of town, but good organisation by Nirvana made loca
The racing season started with a duathlon at the Bedford Autodrome. My aim was to qualify for the European Duathlon races later in the year in Spain, as I was only back in training for a month after a running injury which had meant no running January and February. As an ex-airfield an
