Easy Weekend

It was a funny feeling on Saturday morning to have finished training by 9:30am. Well, finished riding and running for the day.

I started the day by dragging my flatmate Shane down to do brick. I hadn't been there for a while, as I had been doing plenty of Ironman training, and had been meaning to take Shane down to brick for ages. There were about 25 people there, including about 3 new people. It was short and sharp, just what I wanted. I rode and ran with Leigh, who has entered Forster as a Pro, which will guarantee him a good swim start position (which is important for him, a 52min swimmer, but not as important for me, a 59min swimmer). We finished together with a easy run, congratulating ourselves on finished the last of our hard training. Woo Hoo.

That afternoon I did an open water swim out at Penrith lakes. When we got there, the Panthers Tri Club were in the midst of a club race - they had about 50 people in a Saturday afternoon sprint race, and all for $8. No wonder hardly any of them pay $50 and drive 1 hour to do a Kurnell race - they have it all at Penrith!

Sunday, I did a 3 hour ride with my mate Robbo. We cycled to Akuna Bay and back, spending a bit of time in the aero position. I think I need to raise my bars slightly, but the seat position felt OK. I am making a risk adjusting my bike now, but I think bull horns and a more forward position is more beneficial in an Ironman. As long as my back doesn't cramp up in the run...

Now the rest of my training sessions will be easy, with lots of rest. I will concentrate on eating lots of healthy stuff, stretching, massage and abs. I should have done more of that before, but it got lost once I increased the volume. Hopefully it will still give me some benefit.

Winding Down

It's getting closer and closer to the Forster Ironman, which means I am doing less training, and starting to feel fresh. It also means I have more time to stretch and do some self-massage (good), more time to dream (you have to take a risk to follow your dreams), and more time to worry about the future (try and relax...). I am also finding myself a bit more agressive at times, but it's always the other person's fault...

Last night I went to the club with my Dad, and met a few parents of kids I used to play baseball with. It was interesting hearing what they are up to - mostly enjoying sport oriented activities, but not at any really serious level. Some of these guys played junior state and national baseball, but after realising they didn't want to make huge sacrifices, reduced their load so that they just enjpy their sport. Some of them had a big potential, but chose to enjoy life, which is, well, the most enjoyable thing to do. Hats off to them. Well that was my interpretation.

The parents haven't changed that much, though.

This weekend I have a brick session, an open water swim, then a 3hr ride. I am also going to modify my handlebars to be more triathlon like ie, replace the drop bars with bullhorns, and see how far I can move my seat forward. I hope this position change doesn't cause any other problems.

What Am I?

I live in the bush around the Blue Mountains

I scratch in the dirt, looking for food

I can fly, but spend most of my time on the ground

I am in love with my own voice, even though I never have anything original to say

I can pretend to be a multi-specied flock of birds

I have a tail which looks like a musical instrument

I laugh like a kookaburra, whip like a whip-birb, and squawk like a cockatoo

I can even play computer games

I AM...

The lyre bird Shane and I saw as we relaxed from the Corporate Games triathlon by visiting the lookouts around Glenbrook.

Corporate Games Triathlon

What better way to follow up a triathlon, then to race in another one. It's not like I haven't done it before...

So it was back out to Penrith, this time we were starting from the other side of the lake, and it was my flatmate's turn to feel nervous, as it was his first triathlon. I, however, was much more confident this day. I won this triathlon 2 years ago, and was confident I could repeat the effort.

After registering, and warming up, my self-belief led me into swimming without a wetsuit - after all, it was only a 400m swim, and I had my best swim ever in a race the day before. So I tucked by race top into my pants, listened carefully to the race briefing (3 laps, same as the day before), then headed out for a warm-up swim. Being the Corporate Games, there were many first timers, and most people didn't have a wetsuit, so I didn't feel out of place. A lot of people delayed diving in until the last moment, believing that the coolish air meant (incorrectly) that the water was also cold.

This race start was a lot more hectic than the previous day, and I almost immediately began to feel slow, swimming without my wetsuit. I drafted a few people, but they tired quickly, and I swam the final half mostly slowly. I managed to see the lead swimmers get further and further away, and when I finally exited the water, I felt the swim was slightly more than 400m.

No time to procrastinate, though, there was some catching up to do. Although this was a draft legal race, I only drafted for about 1-2km of the whole 15km - enough to get a small rest, before realising I had better push the pace. Snot and froth was flting everywhere, as I tried to gauge if I had made any inroads into the leaders. On the last lap, I saw I had a bit of catching up to do...

Onto the run, and I pushed the pace from the very start. The course was a flat out and back, so I could see who was ahead of me, and I had my sights set on Michael King, someone I frequently see at the races. He seemed to be running at a good rate of knots, with some other competitor, but I knew he was someone I should aim for.

As I pushed the speed, I overtook a few other racers, and towards the end of the run, just after I overtook the guy who was running with Michael, I started to dry wretch. I'd never done this before in a race, and it was solely due to the speed. I slowed down enough to feel better, but tried to keep the pace high. I dried wretched a few more times, but even with a final sprint, ran out of room, finisheing behind Michael by 2 seconds. He had run really well, and I knew he was looking out for me (he told me before the race he would be), so congratulations. I ended up 4th overall, very annoyed at myself for deciding not to wear a wetsuit, but pleased that a could still push the envelope in short course triathlons. I had probbably also raised my VO2 Max, which is a good thing coming into Forster.

Mental note to self: Next time, wear a wetsuit, bitch!

Shane, my flatmate, finished with something in reserve and a desire to do another triathlon, which means he has heaps to room for improvement. Another friend, Brian, also completed his first triathlon, and actually won his agre-group. That should motivate him to do another race.

Sunday, 23rd March, 2003
NSW Corporate Games (400m, 15km, 4km)
Swim: 6:57
Ride: 23:50
Run 13:16
Overall 44:03
Overall Place: 4th

Xterra Australian Championships

So it was finally the day of my first pro race. I was lucky enough to have the support of my flatmate Shane, and my Dad at the race, which boosted me greatly, as I was very nervous on the drive out to the race. Shane reminded me that I had done lots of quality training, and had some good results behind me, which helped ease the butterflys.

The course was a disappointing one for the Xterra Champs - I spoke to people who had ridden the course, and said it was totally non-technical, and very much a hard slog as you had to push your bike over soft grass. I discovered this for myself as I warmed up on the bike. Despite the course, a few names turned up for the race, including Jason Chalker, the current Aussie Champ, Jan Rehula, the Olympic Bronze Medallist, and his Czech mate...

There was also Stu Adams, a great swimmer and mountain biker from Newcastle, and Guy Andrews, former Ironman Champ. Realistically, and if everything turned out well for them, I didn't expect to beat any of these guys. But I was confident I could get close to them, and this is Xterra, and anything can happen.

My major concern was the swim, my weakest leg. I planned to go out hard enough to find some people to sit on, but not too hard that I blew up. I also hoped to take it hard on the bike, and then see if I could strike anyone on the run.

The swim was an out and back 1500m - far enough to lose a large amount of time. After a brief warm-up, I found myself amongst the other pros waiting for the gun to sound.

After a few hundred metres of the swim, I was surprised to find myself trailing two others, who themselves were at the tail end of the lead pack for a little while. Pleased that I had found a good draft, I made sure I remained on one of these guys' feet for the rest of the swim. I exited the water in 18th place, about three minutes down on the leaders (which is a great swim for me). Even though I wasn't wearing a watch, I knew I had a good swim, as I came out of the water with someone who normally beats me on the swim, and I caught a few people who are better than me on the swim quite quickly.

The ride, was, er, non-technical, but quite hard. It was pretty much flat, and on grass, which required a continuous effort. There were no long downhills to coast, nor any technical sections which required finesse. It was pretty much head down, bum up, and keep pedalling. You could barely even coast for a second, as you would loose your speed pretty quickly.

I did manage to stack once, off a very unexpected dropoff. I worked out later, that the course actually went around the dropoff, but not until I had ridden off it on all three laps. The stack actually broke up the group of 3 I was riding with, which was a pity, as I wanted to work with them. In the end, I rode away from everyone I caught up to, and finished the 3 laps 5 minutes behind the lead pack of 5, and about 2 minutes ahead of the next competitor.

As I started the run, I was confident I would be able to hold off any charge from behind, and I also thought 5 minutes was a long way to catch up. I told myself to keep putting in a big effort, as I may just be able to catch the slowest of the lead pack.

The run was one lap of the bike course, with an extra 1km loop. Although comfortable to run on, the grass was quite slow compared to bitchumen, and I found it hard to keep up any speed, as I was running alone. I did sight someone from the lead group about 1.5km ahead, and I saw some other guys about 1km behind me at one stage.

And then I was overtaken by some people still on the bike course. Great, I thought. I'll try keep pace with them. Unfortunately, they slowed down on a slightly tricky section, and I overtook them, and never saw them again...

I finished just under a minute behind Guy Andrews. I ran past a silent Nick Munting, who was meant to be announcing the race, high fived Shane and my Dad in the finish chute, before lazily walking across the line in 6th place (out of 8 pros)

Phew, I didn't embarrass myself, and had performed as expected. I had no major mechanical problems, and got to within a minute of someone from the lead pack.

By entering the pro category, I had given up the chance to be an Australian age-group champion, but gained a whole new set of much higher goals. I gave other age-groupers a chance to win age-group prizes, whilst giving myself more incentive to improve. As it turned out, all 8 pros finished in the top 8, and the first age-grouper was a friend of mine whom I travelled to Hawaii with, and thoroughly deserved the prizes he received, with all the hard work he has put in (and overcome the bad luck of cancelled races and injuries). Well done Simon.

Saturday, 22nd March, 2003
Xterra Australia Champs (1.5km, 30km, 11km)
Swim: 23:11
Ride: 1:14:11
Run 41:15
Overall 2:18:37
Overall Place: 6th

First Double - Second Race

So, after an early rise, I found myself toeing the
line for my second reace in just as
many days. This time, I made sure I had my timing chip on, and
experience the moment of silence before the starter casually announced
"When you're ready, you can go". I started this race a bit more
conservatively then the former and soon found myself in a small group,
and enjoyed their company all the end of the swim.

After finally putting my race top on correctly, I stole out onto the
roads of Canberra, and took a mult-lapped tour of some of the burnt out
areas, Parliment House, the High Court, the Carillion, Commonweatlh
Park, and other just as exciting places I didn't really notice.

I established a good pace in the first lap, and considered chasing a
few riders, although I was definitely not going to chase the guy decked
out in full Aussie colours with aero-booties and a give-me-a-hard-on
type bike.

The 2nd lap brought out all the classic riders, and I was surprised that
none of them overtook me, although all the fast ones would have already
been ahead of me. Some guy did overtake me, but he was in my race, and I
though it unwise to chase him. Towards the end of the ride I was
surprised to overtake my friend's cycle coach. I must
have paced the ride well.

I started the run with Bruce Thomas, former Australian Ironman Champ,
who was running as a team in the Classic
race. I managed to stay not too far behind him up until the 5km marker,
where he turned around, and I kept on going, losing the company of the
classic competitors.

I had now entered the dead zone, populated by roller bladers, dog
walkers, and Sunday morning joggers. Every few km there was an aid
station to give me liquid and encouragement, but most of the run was
quite lonely. I actually enjoyed this, as the scenery was great, and the
weather fantastic. Finally a fellow competitor caught my eye, but she
was running quite slowly, and part of a team.

Eventually, I did mange to sight someone in my race, and after a few
kms, I managed to catch up to him. Just before I did someone told me I
was 6th outright, which was soon to be 5th, but actaully 4th, as I was
sure there was another team runnner ahead of me.

So as I continued my tour of the capital, the Carillion chimed, the
Captain Cook Fountain sprayed, and the next runner was sighted way ahead
of me on the bridge. I thought he was too far ahead to catch, but I knew
that either he or I could blow up (in the non-terrorist sense), so I
made sure I kept up my solid pace and liquid diet.

He gradually was getting closer, and the girl at the aid station was
great, as she ran about 200m to give me what was left of the water I
ordered. There were a few small but steep hills in the last few kms, and
I saw my quarry walking backwards up some of them. He was in my sights.

Finally with about 1.5km to go, I surged as I overtook him and kept that
pace up for a while, until I was sure he was no where near me.

As I entered the finishing chute, my cousin's kids ran alongside me,
reconising my effort, as I finished amongst the classic athletes, only
to find fruit and water in the finishing area.

Sunday, 23rd February, 2003
Sri Chinmoy Long Course (2.2km, 80km, 21km)
Swim: 34:22
Ride: 2:17:42
Run 1:23:49
Age Group: 1st
Overall: 3rd

First Double - Race One

This was an offroad triathlon, beginning not far from my cousin's place. It
was a 500m swim, approx 20km ride (although the venue of the course changed
on the thursday before the race, so distances weren't as advertised),
and a 6km run.

I warmed up with a little jog, before venturing over to the swim start.
I had just finished putting on my wetsuit, and was standing on the shore
waiting to enter the water, when I looked down at my friend's leg and
realised I forgot to pick up my timing chip. "Uh oh", I muttered and
sped of to the rego area, which was about 200m away from the swim start.

I spied the trailer that contained the chips, and frantically opened it,
discovering a few racks of timing chips, but not mine. Someone
suggested I try the rego tent, where luckily, my chip was residing.

I grabbed my chip, wrapped it around my left ankle, before one of the
volunteers reprimanded me for no having the chip on the outside of my
ankle, then made me put my foot up on a chair so she could put it on
correctly.

After I insincerely thanked her, I sprinted back off to the swim start
where I found everyone lined up behind the start line, about 30m from
shore in the water. As I was dolphining to join the group, the moment of
silence for peace ended, and the "gun" went off, so by the time I caught
up to the back markers, I was only down a few strokes.

Finally swimming, I felt unusually fast, as I overtook the tail enders.
The first buoy was more hectic than usual, but I made my own space and
said no apologies. The rest of the swim I spent overtaking more people,
instead of being overtaken after an over ambitious start.

Out onto the bike, and I soon overtook a friend on the concrete bike
path, before I found myself in a small group of regular Xterra
competitors. We worked well as a group, and soon caught up to the 2nd
place guy, then continued to ride in a group.

The bike course was great - mostly fire trails, although there were ups
and downs all the way, but nothing overly technical. Whilst riding in
our little echelon, we came to a locked gate, where we had to dismount
and squeeze our bikes through a small gap. I was fourth and last in our
little group, and when I remounted, chainsuck struck, and I lost the
group as I ripped my chain back into place.

I rode the rest of the dirt alone, which actually allowed me better
vision, and I caught back up to the group as we hit the pavement.

So all 4 of us cruised up towards T2, but only 2 of us went the correct
way, the other 2 electing to try a short cut (accidently). I expected
them to wait for us (about 30 sec), but 1 guy took off, trying to
maximise his lead, whilst the other waited. Fortunately, I caught him
before the offroad part of the run, and I spent the rest of the run
keeping the gap big enough so he couldn't sprint past me, without
busting a gut so I had something in reserve for the next day.

So that's how it ended, me in 2nd (although daylight probably thinks it
came 2nd), cheater 1 in 3rd, cool dude in 4th, and cheater 2 in 5th.
However, after discussions with the technical officials, they decided to
dish out time penalties of about 2 minutes, which I think was a good
decision (I don't think disqualifications are warranted in minor
discretions, as it turns people off who are usually out to have fun, and
things like this are usually accidental, however I think you should be
penalised somewhat more than your advantage, as ultimately it is up to
you to follow the course).

So after rearrangeing the postions, my partner in non-crime was pushed
up into 3rd, cheater 1 was upset at having lost more time than his
original advantage, and having lost a place on the podium, and we all
wondered why they were so cheap and couldn't provide any PB at the
finish line, instead of just fruit and water.

Saturday, 22nd February, 2003
Sri Chinmoy Offraod Triathlon (500m, ~18km, ~6km)
Swim: 8:10
Ride: 51:45
Run: 27:27
Age Group: 2nd
Overall: 2nd

The Second Double

This weekend I am doing 2 triathlons. I have entered the open category in both of them, and I have only ever entered the open category in a triathlon once before, at the 2001 Corporate Games (which I won :).

The triathlon on Sunday is the 2003 Corporate Games, and I have a good chance of winning that. The Saturday race, the 2003 Xterra Australian Championships, is the big one, and the one I am concerned about. Although there are no major prizes, it is the Australian Champs, and hence attracts a few more names to the event, such as Jan Rehula (Sydney 2000 Bronze Medalist) and Guy Andrews. On top of that, the course is not very technical, so would favour those who aren't skilled on Mountain Bikes. And my swim is still way behind the top guys. So it will be hard to catch up, especially after the big swim sets I have done this week.

My aim is to not be embarrased - take out the swim slightly hard, and try to sit on someone slightly faster than me. Then try and take a few risks on the bike, before unleashing my run...

And enjoy my first proper race in the open category.

I last did 2 triathlons in one weekend on 22nd and 23rd of February this year, and had some great results. I'll post my race reports for them.

Totally Wired

My final big day of training left me totally shagged! Another 3.8km swim, 5hr ride (with 1:15 worth of intervals) and 1:20 run (with 40min worth of intervals) left me buggered, but confident of the race coming up. I made sure to test my nutrition, at leat in the latter stage of the ride, including caffeine and salt intake. Yet again I was completely wired all night, as I tried to shrug off the effects of 12 No-Doze tablets...

Sunday was more domestic, as I had a chance to do some cleaning up around the house and shopping. I did manage a small mountain bike ride in the arvo, which revealed a busted chain and bent tooth on the small chainring. Better now than during the Xterra Champs, coming up this weekend. So currently my mountain bike is in for repairs. I am getting an attachment that should stop chainsuck put on. It had better work.

Now I am gradually reducing my training load until Forster, but keeping some of the intensity. For example, this morning, my long run was only 1:45, instead of 2:10, but I kept up the 15min intervals. I'm looking forward to doing less training, but I should get back into abs and stretching.

Let me go on, Like a Blister in the Sun

So after swapping my rest day from Thursday to Wednesday, thus giving my blister extra time to heal, I went for a ride. Result: no pain, no rubbing. The real test came with a 1:10 run (with 12 x 2:40 solid, 1:20 easy). Result: not much pain, but the blister protection patch is liable to slip as the shoes and $ock$ become moist.

Heal heel!

I have a Quarterly Performance Review coming up at work. This is the first time we are having a quarterly one. I am just over the moon...

Going off like a Frog in a Sock

As you approach an Ironman, you start to get a little anxious about things.
Am I eating enough carbs? Do I need more salt? Is my seat position too far back? Am I eating the right things during my long rides? Is my taper too much, or too little?

I now have another thing to anxite (?) over. A whooping great big blister on my heel. After appearing on a long run, resisting the stick of a little nipple-aid, and breaking during a swim, I have now spent about $80 on this lettle terror:

~$10 on some special blister recovery tape (breathable and all that crap)

~$7 on waterproof Band-aids (in case the above weren't good enough

~$5 on extra wide Band-aids, for extra protection.

~$20 on 2 pairs of normal sports socks

$39.95 on a special pair of socks

Strewth, that's a lot of dosh for a pair of socks! I could get a pair of volleys with change for that.
But I could justify it, as I am approaching Ironman panic mode...
At least these socks are labelled left and right. I will know for sure that I have my socks on the correct feet, instead of guessing all the time (and miraculously getting it correct all the time).

Running Tips

Preventing Nipple Rub:
Nipple Rub is most likely to occur on cold, dry mornings, when your nipples are most likely to be in high-beam mode. They are more likely to occur on longer runs, as friction gradually wears down your pointy bits. Heavy t-shirts add to the misery, particularly shirts that can hold a lot of moisture and weigh even more.
Solution: Band-Aids on your nipples on longer runs.
Added Benefit: If you start to get blisters on your feet, you can transplant the Band-Aids on your nipples to your feet.
*Warning: since Band-Aids will be slippery, they probably won't stick on your feet properly, and so you will continue to have blister problems, along with potential nipple rub.

"She's a Bewdy!"

exclaimed my mate at the red-bellied black snake strung out across the fire trail, trying to soak up some mid-afternnon heat from the bare track. I was waiting for him on the good side of the track, having just bunny-hopped what I thought was a stick. Actually, just before I jumped it I realised it was a black snake, but wasn't too concerned, as it looked pretty lifeless, and it the day ws beginning to cool down.

After provoking the snake to rise its head, proving it was alive, I informed my mate it was time to go. He decided to wait until it had slithered off into the bush.

And so we continued our ride down the Oaks firetrail, encountering 2 flat tyres, after already snapping a chain and only just managing to fix it waith a dogie chain breaker. Rain was forever threatening but never producing, so we lucky with the weather. Overall I was very impressed with my mates first foray into the bush, on a dodgie old mountain bike. He even managed the slightly technical lower single track section! For me it was a slightly frustrating chance to get back on my mountain bike. I hope the chain link I removed will also rid me of any future chainsuck problems, and allow me to use my small chain-ring again.

Disappointingly, that was my only form of exercise that day. I had hoped to fit in a swim or run, but I spent all morning cleaning my old bike. Still, I needed to recovery after the big ride I did on Saturday. There were a few faint moments in the 180km. I met 2 others completing their last big rides before Forster, but overall, it was a good confidence booster. I didn't add in too many intervals, so it was too taxing. And the short run at the end felt pretty good. Next weekend will be my last big brick session.

Again, I had 12 No Dozes, plus plenty of coke to help my body burn more fat. It seems to work well, but it has the obvious side effect of keeping me awake all night.

Thai Me Kangaroo Down

Last nite I went to dinner on a work junket. It's been a while - sometimes you seem to go on quite a few junkets, othertimes they don't come around for ages. We went to a Thai restaurant and ordered a Banquet. Yum yum. Actually the restaurant was called Tom Yum, but the banter included the usual lame jokes mixed amongst personal questions you wouldn't normally ask a colleague.

Q: What do you get when you chuck a sheep down a dunny?
A: Woolloomooloo

I also brought up the placenta question, and I think there is nothing wrong with a vegetarian eating their own placenta. I think the question should be redirected towards wanting other animals' placentas. I mean, the animal wasn't killed, and the afterbirth is just a by product of natural behaviour. I guess it is OK as long as the animal doesn't eat it first...

This morning when I woke up I recorded my resting heart rate. It was 33, which was great, as that is normal, and it means I haven't been over-training.

** To measure your true resting heart rate, measure it just after you have woken up, and after you have been to the toilet. Then lie back down, and try not to get too excited when your heart rate lowers...

Got my Visa!

Woo Hoo! I got my Working Holiday Visa to Canada in the mail yesterday. Actually, it is just a letter with an authorisation number and a used-by date on it. I have to use it by 18th of Feb 2004. I intend to use it in May.

So now I can start planning my trip (not that I haven't already being doing so). I have a number of options, which depend on how well I do at Forster (and a lesser extend, Xterra Oz). At the moment, my plan is one which my brother suggested to me - "Go to Canada, see what happens", which I think is a great plan. I'm gunna wait until after Forster before deciding whether to persue triathlons more seriously in Canada.

Anybody want to buy a Subaru Outback, or some furniture?

Fartlek is Swedish for speedplay

Aaarrgghh!! The Xterra Australian championships have been post-poned from this weekend to two weeks before Forster. Nick (the organiser) must be close friends with Murphy. Actually, he said:


We're sure we ran over a Chinaman or what ever this year! Certainly Murphy
has been hard on our shoulder!!!!!!
Nick M


Unfortunately, all these things (Xterra Vic and Nowra were cancelled) makes it hard for the sport to grow in Australia, which is a damn shame, as I think it has potential to grow. Most triathletes know about the race, and it certainly gives people who have been doing basic tris something else to master.

Hmm, can a vegetarian eat their own placenta? Obviously this is a question for female vegos, but would they?

Today, I was meant to do a longish run with intervals, but a partial mental/physical spat really said no. So as I was heading over to the Canteen, I ran into a mate, who was going for a run, and I decided I didn't have to do my run, instead I could do a fun "fartlek" session. So off we went, and I think it did partly reguvenate me. A full rest day andI should be right.

Does the "fart" of fartlek mean speed or play in Swedish???

What's happening here?

Yesterday I went for my usual Tuesday lunchtime swim. I soon realised I forgot my towel, but knew I could borrow my flatmates (who was swimming with me). That's not really important, though, as less then 1km into the swim, I started to hit the wall, or "bonk", as my mate put it. (I wish) What's this? 1km and bonking? I got out, borrowed a towel, and had something to eat as the others finished off their session.

Now this is not normal. I do not bonk after 1km. So why did it happen? Probably the huge amount of training I did on the weekend (7 and a half hours on Saturday), and the huge run on Monday morning (2 hours). I included intervals in each session, which also requires a huge amount of concentration and perserverance to continue. Which probably explains why I am also mentally frying.

I need a few easy days to get back to into the swimg of things, and I need tomentally recharge.

BTW: at climbing last nite I was severely lacking motivation. Luckily the company and food afterwards always makes for a good nite.

Hmmm, just another blog, huh

Well, I'll tell you a little about myself.

I currently work for CISRA, which is a Canon research company in Sydney. Most of my spare time is spent training for triathlons, in particular I am training for the 2003 Forster Ironman (3.8km swim, 180km ride, 42km run), which is taking up serious amounts of my time. I also enjoy rock climbing and bushwalking, although I rarely get to do these activities as i am so busy training for Forster, although I do manage to go indoor climbing once a week, more for the social occasion than anything else (at the moment).

I am bored of the work I do (software testing), have no career path, and don't reallly know what I want to do in life, so I am aiming to go to Canada later this year, to see what's up over there.

I'll probably be doing lots of training over the next 5 weeks until Forster, then collapse in a heap once it is over (then I can concentrate on my new aim - going to Canada). Then I'll take things as they come.