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Triathlete daddy

Day's daddy took part in his second Osim Singapore Triathlon today and insisted that Day be there. To inspire (so daddy runs faster) and to be inspired (may he be a triathlete sometime). 

The day didn't start very well. Daddy woke up at the ungodly hour of 5am and after I groggily penned his racing number (2280) on his arms and legs before slumping back into bed, he set off on his racer to the East Coast Park; only to discover on arrival that he forgot his cycling shoes. Never mind. He cycled all the way back to get it, and quickly got into the swing of things at 7am: Swimming through 1.5km in the open sea, cycling 40km and jogging 10km. 

The good thing is, my sports dietitian brother took care of what he ate right down to the last cup of Milo, and I think stuffing his face with pasta the day before, and drinking loads of energy drinks with extra sodium added, helped him to max out his stamina. 

* For the record, on Friday alone, KK ate lots of bread with Milo for breakfast, pasta, a chewy bar, a banana and Milo for lunch, 2 slices of bread and Milo for tea, pasta for pre-dinner snack, then dinner at home. Saturday was all-pasta day. 

By the time Day got up and had his oatmeal breakfast and we finally got everything together, it was 9.30. Me, bro and Day walked to the beach and managed to catch KK in the first lap of his 10km run. 

He probably envisioned Day squealing in recognition of his Daddy, but in reality, Day was completely flummoxed. Gobsmacked. Blur. He didn't see his daddy, didn't seem to recognize him, he appeared to be wondering why this red-faced man was reaching out one clammy hand to cup his cheek and plant a wet kiss on his face before running off in a whiff of sweat. Oh well. That strange mood of indifference persisted throughout the morning. He mostly stayed in one corner to play with the sand and didn't even bother with the bouncy castle.

A smile broke only when he recognized his daddy at the finish line. In this pix though, he's frowning because he's wondering why his daddy's chest is so white.

Even then, there were no more smiles. No wonder too, the sun was relentless and we had to bear it as KK collected his bike. Until we decided to put him on the racer handlebars (so nobody needs to bear his weight). He liked being on the bike and protested when we tried to lift him off. The diaper he was wearing helped to cushion his butt from the two hard elbow rests he was sitting on. As KK said, it's a lot more exciting than the pram.

For the record, here are his results: 2005, total time: 3 hours 12 minutes 37 seconds (position: 128 of 181 men aged 30-34) 2004, total time: 3 hours 17 minutes 53 seconds (position: 89 of 135 men aged 30-34)
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