I was never particularly active or sporty growing up – I attribute it partly to my quiet character and partly to the way my mother brought us up – emphasis on reading habits and academic.
My earliest recollection of anything vaguely sporty was learning to ride a bicycle. Instead of learning to cycle at East Coast Park, or any park or open space, I picked up my bicycle riding certification in my own house (a 4 room HDB flat!!!) living room attempting to cycle up and down with my training wheels taken off.
So never in my wildest imagination that I will be physically and mental be able to do a triathlon one day.
Last Sunday, while The Girl was napping, Elliott, Moon and myself trooped down to the nearby park. I cycled around the neighbourhood with Moon running alongside and ended with Elliott doing the swimming segment of the triathlon. So there you go, with my two trusty sidekicks ,we cycled, ran and swam – the full triathlon.
Now I can strike it off my to-do list.