Hey;
So my wetsuit finally arrives from the UK and hey presto, Summer jumps ahead of the queue and pops its head up in front of Spring. The weather has been gorgeous - barely a cloud in sight with the mercury pushing a constant 20+ degrees for the last few weeks. In fact, I'm slightly embarrassed to be wearing said wetsuit now, but i have to say - IT IS THE BOMB!!! Truly freaky how much technological innovation can go into a seemingly simple layer of rubber. Firstly there's the buoyancy panels in the thighs & chest which make it impossible not to maintain good swim form, then there's the frictionless coating to reduce drag - exactly the same formula Chinese restaurants spray on chopsticks before serving prawns in XO sauce to westerners. And finally, it makes me look like Batman - enough said.
In other news, Bodhi is slowly transitioning off training wheels, emphasis on the slowly. I have to admit i had an "I know bikes" moment when i saw a second hand bicycle i thought would be ideal (cheap) for him to learn to ride. The Lovely Samantha thought it a little big, but i dismissed her doubts with a tut-tut and flick of a know-it-all wrist...only to realise, since buying it, that it's too big. While his mates all cruise around on Jack Russel models, he can barely tippy toe on his great dane of a frame which makes nearly every crash a teary tantrum trauma. Oh well. my fault he'll just have to grow into it.
While still on the topic of Bodhi, last week we had the privilege of contacting The Guinness Book of Records on his behalf to inquire if any other child in history had managed to bring home nits six times in the space of 12 months. Unfortunately for Sam, who spends several hours each time treating his hair and washing all his sheets, Bodhi's got a way to go before threatening the record.
To give Sam a little break on Saturdays, I've started a little father-son tradition by taking the wunderkind for lunch at the Nandos in Broadway shopping mall. We always order the same thing - a half chicken and the "Seriously Large" serving of chips. As Sam is a bit of a tomato sauce Nazi at home, i tend to let him help himself to the condiments which is a responsibility he accepts with relish (terrible pun intended). To quote his exact words, one week, while pushing a chip around his plate of sauce, with a smile from ear to ear he said "look dad, my chip is like a boat in sea of sauce".
And so it is, that Spring is finally here. The first triathlon of the season is just two months away (Nov 10 in Jervis bay) and If you'd asked me a year ago if I'd be gagging to subject my body to over two and a half hours journey through a world of hurt, i'd have told you to pull the other one.
see ya,
Minas.
So my wetsuit finally arrives from the UK and hey presto, Summer jumps ahead of the queue and pops its head up in front of Spring. The weather has been gorgeous - barely a cloud in sight with the mercury pushing a constant 20+ degrees for the last few weeks. In fact, I'm slightly embarrassed to be wearing said wetsuit now, but i have to say - IT IS THE BOMB!!! Truly freaky how much technological innovation can go into a seemingly simple layer of rubber. Firstly there's the buoyancy panels in the thighs & chest which make it impossible not to maintain good swim form, then there's the frictionless coating to reduce drag - exactly the same formula Chinese restaurants spray on chopsticks before serving prawns in XO sauce to westerners. And finally, it makes me look like Batman - enough said.
In other news, Bodhi is slowly transitioning off training wheels, emphasis on the slowly. I have to admit i had an "I know bikes" moment when i saw a second hand bicycle i thought would be ideal (cheap) for him to learn to ride. The Lovely Samantha thought it a little big, but i dismissed her doubts with a tut-tut and flick of a know-it-all wrist...only to realise, since buying it, that it's too big. While his mates all cruise around on Jack Russel models, he can barely tippy toe on his great dane of a frame which makes nearly every crash a teary tantrum trauma. Oh well. my fault he'll just have to grow into it.
While still on the topic of Bodhi, last week we had the privilege of contacting The Guinness Book of Records on his behalf to inquire if any other child in history had managed to bring home nits six times in the space of 12 months. Unfortunately for Sam, who spends several hours each time treating his hair and washing all his sheets, Bodhi's got a way to go before threatening the record.
To give Sam a little break on Saturdays, I've started a little father-son tradition by taking the wunderkind for lunch at the Nandos in Broadway shopping mall. We always order the same thing - a half chicken and the "Seriously Large" serving of chips. As Sam is a bit of a tomato sauce Nazi at home, i tend to let him help himself to the condiments which is a responsibility he accepts with relish (terrible pun intended). To quote his exact words, one week, while pushing a chip around his plate of sauce, with a smile from ear to ear he said "look dad, my chip is like a boat in sea of sauce".
And so it is, that Spring is finally here. The first triathlon of the season is just two months away (Nov 10 in Jervis bay) and If you'd asked me a year ago if I'd be gagging to subject my body to over two and a half hours journey through a world of hurt, i'd have told you to pull the other one.
see ya,
Minas.
