A Proud Father…

 

It is said that a father relives unrequited sporting ambitions through his children’s achievements – and there’s some truth in that. My rowing coach used to taunt us with the claim that we weren’t tough enough – not training hard enough – cycling is a much tougher sport – he said. I was never tempted to take up cycle racing. Now I know why.

My son is a serious athlete – plays golf off a handicap of 2 (better on a good day) – runs 10km in under 35 minutes – swims pretty well – and now has decided to become a triathlete.  Just to make me feel inadequate – obviously.


JB’s First Marlin…
I always enjoy watching other people catch their first marlin… But it’s a real buzz when when that ‘other person’ is your…

 


A Case for Training Wheels…

This is a bad luck story – and there hasn’t been much bad luck in JB’s sporting career…

 

JB’s First Marlin…

I always enjoy watching other people catch their first marlin – and it’s a huge buzz when that ‘other person’ is your son.

Good thing that I was there with the camera – because he remembers very little of it…

My boy gets seasick… VERY bloody seasick!

 

 

 

 

A Case for Training Wheels…

This is a bad luck story – and there hasn’t been much bad luck in JB’s sporting career…

I questioned the wisdom of bananas for breakfast – he didn’t seem to know that bananas are banned on game fishing boats!   Very bad luck stuff.

And putting those two wheels on the frame – instead of leaving them leaning against the truck –  just added a touch of inevitability to what happened….

Seven 13km laps – mainly flat but with an ugly little 13% hill section of about 4.5km.  91km in total – around the little Sunshine Coast town of Yandina.

    


A few last minute words

of race strategy – and they’re away…

Lap 2 – starting the hill section – he’s leading the main pack and looking good…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lap 3 – hill section again – he’s still in the main pack and still looking good…

Lap 4 – approaching the summit – still in the main pack and still looking good… he calls for food and water on the next lap – so we head down to the feeding station….

Lap 5 – Main pack approaches – where IS that boy? Ah here he comes – not too far behind – but traveling too fast to take on food and water…

He yells “dropped my @&#$% chain – food next lap – got to catch them.”

He smiled (was it a grimace?) as he passed me – and took off after the main pack…

 

 

The Lap 6 lead group came past without him – and we waited at the feeding station – and waited…

He had again dropped his chain – and crashed heavily. He appeared – running up the hill – and pushing his bike.  I was too far away to hear the detail (or see the damage) but his coach helped him refit the chain and he rejoined the race.

We then drove back to the finish line to be there when (if) he arrived… 

As he passed me on the finish line he looked quite good (wonderful stuff – adrenalin!) but then I walked up to him from the other side…

 

Think it’s time to get him to the ambulance tent!

Coach Stan working on his head – while the St Johns ladies work on his body.

The adrenalin wears off – the ice pack and bandages take over.

He’s sitting next to a pile of sandwiches – and he’s not eating – this boy is not well…

The bike is only two weeks old – and already looking a little second-hand. Wonder if we should fit training wheels on this thing.  Think he’s going to need a new helmet too.

Personally – I’d be very happy if he took up game fishing – or rowing – but I know he won’t!

 

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