I've been right lax with logging what's been going on with my Triathlon training etc over the last month. I successfully completed the third and final Bedford Sprint Series race at the end of last month and bettered my times for each of the tree sections to come home under one hour twenty which was my goal. I've since joined Cambridge Triathlon Club and the British Triathlon Association, which means I've got a club to train with and I'm covered by insurance etc come race day.
Getting a bit ahead of myself I couldn't find a suitable sprint distance race for either July or August, so I entered the Bedford Classic, which is a standard distance race (1.5Km swim, 40Km bike and 10Kmn run). I've got till the 28th of August to train for it.
I'm trying to do more running as I had video gait analysis done at a local sports shop and bought myself a new pair of running shoes. They seem to have done the trick so far as I've been out running about five times since I got them and my calf has held up, even when I tried to go faster the other morning.
To enable me to improve my running a nd also the biking better I've decided that I need a heart rate monitor and found a suitable one for sale on EBay. Shame I got outbid in the last few seconds as it was going for twenty quid less than you can buy it in the shops, even though it was brand new. I'll probably end up just buying one on line as I'm useless at EBay and I want one now!
After speaking to my Mum and Dad, who are visiting this weekend, it turns out hat I was a greedy little sod who vomited loads when I was a baby. It seems that Finlay has inherited this trait for his Dad as he projectile vomited again this morning. So the plan is to try and feed him smaller amounts, which is quite hard when you're breast feeding as you've no real idea of how much they've had.
The other trait that he seems to have inherited from his Dad, is regular trips to A&E, he's been twice now and he's only three months old! This is one trait that I really hope he doesn't continue with...
Had a bit of a scare with the wee man last night that ended up with him being taken to Addenbrooke's in the back of an Ambulance. He'd had a feed and was sleeping when he brought up a bit of vomit, it went straight back down and he started chocking. Karen picked him up and he then proceeded to projectile vomit the contents of his stomach all over the place.
Karen sat him on her lap to comfort him, but he went really quiet and after a minute or two closed his eyes. Karen was getting a bit worried by this point as he was a bit on the floppy side. I was telling her that it was nothing to worry about and that he was just going to sleep, but Karen was getting increasingly worried. After about five minutes it became obvious that something was up as he'd gone totally limp and unresponsive, you had to shake and arm or leg for around five seconds just to get him to open his eyes a fraction.
So I called the emergency doctor who then called us an Ambulance. As was bound to happen, he came round about two minutes before the Ambulance men arrived and sat on Karen's lap smiling at them as they walked in. We still had to have him talked to A&E to be checked over to make sure he hadn't aspirated any of the puke into his lungs and three hours after getting there we were on the way home.
It was all a bit on the scary side to be honest as I felt totally helpless as he lay there all limp. Even though I done the St. John's Ambulance first aid course and my Bronze Medallion Lifesaving course (twice), I felt like I wouldn't have been able to do anything to save him if it had been worse than it was. It's not a feeling that I want to experience that much in the future...
