So it's the end of March, it's raining and I running across barrage, when the twang occurs. The following day at the doctors, I prepare for the usual questions, How's your diet? Get much exercise? Drink much? Do you smoke?  I wasn’t really prepared for "I want you to stop ALL exercise for the next 8 weeks, you're right knee is a mess!”  Bugger!! Obviously wasn't expecting that little beauty.

So there we go, I leave the doctors in tatters. 6 months of light training & preparation followed by 12 intensive weeks in preparation for my 70.3 Ironman had come crashing to halt...............Obviously this page confirms I ignored him! Not completely though. Okay, that's a lie, but only a small one.

Training has been limited to swimming with just my arms, riding in the lowest of gears and no running. Not a single stride.  And, on Sunday at 7am: myself, several pro's, the former world champion and 3,000 others go head to head in . What awaits us is 1.2 mile swim followed by 56 miles on the bike and then 13.1 miles worth of running (This part could be a real problem).

Couple of minor facts:

During my 56 miles of riding, I will climb 3 mountains totalling a distance of 9 miles, one of which will take me over 2,000 feet. The same height 

Sky divers don’t open parachutes at 2,000 feet, they keep falling!