It’s been an extremely frustrating week for a couple of reasons.
Firstly our baby was due on the 16th December, I think we both niavely expected it to arrive on time. We should have known better. I don’t think Em has ever been early for anything in her life so I’m thinking Baby Holgs is taking after it’s mother from an early age. SO 5 days later we are still waiting, every twinge, every kick brings an enquiry from me but so far the response is “Nope, it’s just a kick.”
And as it’s Em’s birthday today, I hope at least it doesn’t arive today, or on Christmas day.
The second cause of my frustration has been illness, I’ve been coughing up crap all week and as such have not been able to train. I’m not the best patient in the world and n ot being able to train just feels wrong but I’d have probably ended up hospitalizing myself if I’d attempted to train. An unusually mature and sensible approach from me.
After all I’m going to be responsible for another future Ironman in a few days, don’t want them to see their old man for the first time looking like death. Got to set a good example.
Anyways I want to wish you all a very Happy Christmas, have a great time, enjoy the training but more importantly enjoy the festive family fun.