Blog: The Fitness Zone
After six weeks wandering around Europe we're home. For me, that means a whole lot of new possibilities to consider.
For a start, I'm a pensioner now. I'm not ready to stop work - I don't feel old enough, rich enough, or mentally prepared for such a drastic step.
When in doubt, do nothing. I'll just work on until it feels like I've had enough. But there are other areas I'd like to think about.
Five years ago I resolved to give up top-level age-group triathlon competition. It took five more years for me to get it out of my system, but I feel slightly ready to call it quits now.
It's very time-consuming to train for international events at any age and it can be very expensive too.
On Monday, we left Europe after five weeks of travel, headed to Dubai for a two-day stopover.
During our journey from London to Barcelona, the weather had steadily got warmer, but nothing ever quite prepares you for the desert heat, so the walks were gentle and slow, hopping from shade to shade wherever possible. While we were out on Tuesday, the temperature hovered around 35 degrees.
We stayed with my daughter, Rebecca, husband Andy and four grandchildren, Daisy, Zac, Sebastian and Max - a rare chance to catch up with the family.
I was mulling over ideas for this column and Bec and Andy told me about a triathlete here who had been hit and killed by a drunk driver while out training on his bike.
Despite the Emirates' intolerance to drinking, the driver got a sentence of just one month in prison.
It's Saturday, a chance to take a family trip to Lucerne, one of Switzerland's most scenic spots.
The family car is just big enough for my stepson Blake, wife Adrianne and children Flynn, 5, and Benjy, 3, hence we're on the train from Basel while the family drive down to meet us.
Basel is a perfect spot for bringing up children.
As real school doesn't start until age 7, Flynn walks around the corner to his pre-school at 8am.
There don't seem to be issues with safety - indeed, Switzerland seems to be a very law-abiding country.
We're at the end of an eventful week in London.
I wrote this on Sunday, by Monday we were in Paris - all thoughts of sport forgotten - at least for a week. After the Aquathlon World Champs on Wednesday last week, I lined up for the sprint triathlon last Friday. London was my eighth world championship and the first time I'd had a crack at the shorter race.
Historically, the focus for bragging rights has been on the Olympic distance, but I thought the sprint might suit me better and the competition be less tough. Wrong. Many other old geezers seem to feel the same way, so the field was chock full of top European and US competitors.
We lined up in the Serpentine, in Hyde Park, everyone in the water, hands on the pontoon and off - all in the space of about 40 seconds.
I came out 750m later in about 10th of 58 and moved up a little in the 300m run and transition to the bike.
Nelson seems a world away, and so it is.
For six triathletes with connections to Nelson, competition at the World Triathlon Championships Grand Final in London got under way overnight with the aquathlon - a one-kilometre swim and a 5km run.
Tom Curtis was head and shoulders above the rest of us as he scorched to silver in M25-29 in 29 minutes 50 seconds, the fifth-fastest time in the field of more than 600 competitors.
The competition seemed far tougher than it was in Auckland last year, but that's often the way when these events take place in the northern hemisphere.
My hopes of a placing came to zero, with only moderate swim and run times to finish seventh in M65-69.
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