This week

Well 3 Peaks came and went. I finished it, which was touch and go for a while, but not in the time I had hoped to. It’s frustrating, because I was managing the 10 hour target pace quite comfortably until my feet blew up after The Meg, and I had to soft pedal the Hotham false flat and basically stop after CRB Hill. In fact, I was strongly tempted to give up and jump on the bus at Dinner Plain… another eight hours of excruciating pain was not very appealing. But between the fact I would have been waiting for four hours and the Voltaren eventually taking the edge off it, I pushed on.

I’m glad I did, but I feel like I can do better. There’s always next year I guess. And maybe I’ll have more luck with the last few months of training — it kind of fell apart this year, what with real life intruding in various ways.

There has been so much else going on in work and family life that there’s really no point in trying to capture it now. It’s all been a blur anyway. But maybe finally things will calm down a bit now that my big cycling goal is complete and family life returns to some semblance of “normal”. Yes, I know, we always say that, and it never does. It’s all relative I guess. If nothing else, a few quiet weekends to catch our breath will be nice.