It's what legends are made of..

Even at the age of 37.. my dad still comes and watches me do triathlon events. He's been following me since my first event in Pendle, 1990.. I was 17 years of age but nothing much has changed.

Support generally consists of him standing in the spot with best viewpoint and screaming "Goworrrnnnn Cock" as loud as he can everytime he sees me.. whilst this is widely accepted as a term of endearment oop North, it has turned a few heads at races down South and almost resulted in his removal from such events on a few occasions..

He watched me as a youngster chasing the adults and as my years have advanced somewhat, the tables have been turned, the situations are different but the support is generally the same..

He is always at epic events and has now somewhat developed his only celebrity status, by turning up in the famous red micra, with a boot full of cake for weary competitors. He's always ready to greet the finishers with tea, refreshments and a smile..

He is my dad..
The Cakeman..

Like the Lilt man in many ways, but slightly less tropical..

Here endeth theenduranceblog..

It comes out of nowhere..

Well it does.. I am a self confessed follower of the rat race and you think that you are doing all the right things, your priorities are in the right place and your direction is of most benefit to everyone around you. Just when you least expect it something comes out of nowhere and makes you realise that you were wrong.. Occasionally you can travel so far down a tunnel that you can't actually see any other perspective but you just keep going until you reach the other side, step back and realise this wasn't actually the planned destination.. and I'm not really that happy to be here.. Sometimes it's just easier to carry on anyhow as it's what you know and in some ways a lot less hassle..

If you're lucky something left hooks you across the jaw and realigns your thought patterns, reminding you of the grand plan, if not, you may just carry on with normal service..

You only get limited chances, so take 5 minutes and make sure you're digging in the right direction. The funny thing about the rat race is that whether you win or lose, you're still a rat..

Here endeth theenduranceblog..