#tribaby

Moving day has been and gone. Our worldly belongings are chugging their way to South Australia. The Grumpster has taken to the skies hot on their heals. And I am writing this pretending to be a hipster, sitting in an apartment in trendy Teneriffe, overlooking the Brisbane river. Herbert is still resident in Queensland, so I am listening to the (somewhat disconcerting) giggles of a 16 year old…

Got weirded out this week. I mentioned tri and the Grumpster looked interested.. He thought I was being raunchy...

As you know, despite best efforts, I can’t get the Grumpster interested in triathlon. He doesn’t have a bike, he ran his first parkrun and promptly put his back out, and he flat refuses to swim. Apparently, he can drown with even more alacrity than me. But I’ve noticed his eyes light up recently when I’ve been discussing my trials and tribulations with triathlon. Particularly with my recent…