Last Sunday was the Hillingdon triathlon. A short race, not a sprint, but not an Olympic either, and in a strange swim - run - bike format. I was going to go flat out, just to push the legs, the lungs, the heart, and the machine, and it all worked out well until 2K from the end.

Sunday 22nd of May was my first big race of the season, and first middle distance race ever, an almost half ironman in the beautiful new forest, near Southampton. Here’s my race report…

Challenge Barcelona

After I had successfully completed my first two super-sprint and sprint triathlons at Eton and London, 2 years ago, I remember the excitement and the butterflies in my stomach while pressing the ‘register’ button for the London triathlon Olympic distance event a year later. I was hooked.