I look ridiculous!
Imagine one of those fat photoshop celebrity pictures on google, I look like that. From the neck up!
Simply ridiculous. My three children can not keep a straight face when they look at me. The pointing seems just cruel!
I woke yesterday with mumps……MUMPS! The now considered rare, predominantly childhood illness that is mumps. I am 37 years old.
They say pride comes before a fall, and it seems those old wives knew a thing or two.
Having done my first triathlon last year, I thought I’d have another bash this year and signed up for my first sea swim triathlon in September.
After a sluggish start to my training, things have actually been progressing reasonably well.
As the weather picked up in ‘sunny’ Devon I have been cycling to work a few times a week and managing a couple of runs and the odd swim. I have been following my own advice with rest days etc and eating well.
Using my GPS (geek) watch I started to notice improvements. I PB’d my cycle to work managing an average of 17mph on the hilly 11 mile route (I know 11 miles isn’t that far, but you’ve got to start somewhere!). I have also been PBing my runs, which was great. Swimming wise I am seriously close to removing my arm bands, but that will come in time. One stroke at a time.
This time last year I did a quick bike ride in my flip flops and scraped my toe, which affected my training a bit. As a precaution, flip flop cycling has been banned this year, you can’t be too careful!
The only mild issue I have had prior to this was tooth pain several months ago, which turned out to be a wisdom tooth coming through. The kids thought I was teething, and my wife offered me Calpol.
So teething and now mumps…… What’s next? Nappy rash, cradle cap, colic!
I haven’t had a day off work in fifteen years, and now I’ve been forced to have a few off I row. The truth is I really enjoy my job and the people I work with, so it’s a very odd feeling to be stuck at home.
It’s safe to say I’m looking forward to being back in work and PBing as soon as possible.
Andy ‘Hamster’ Larmour