I began running regularly in 2006 when I was 33 years of age. That was also the year my first son, L, was born. The intensity of my running stepped up considerably in 2008 – a year that heralded the birth of my second son, C.
For sometime, I valiantly tried to convince my wife, and especially myself, that the sudden desire to pound the pavement was totally unrelated to the sudden responsibilities of parenthood. I suspect this pretence was swiftly dismissed by my ever-so-perceptive wife, probably the very first time I re-laced up my moth-clad pair of joggers which had been in hibernation since high school.
With this blog, I am coming clean to myself with this whole charade. Of course I started running so as to get away from the chores of childcare, even if it is just for one hour a week. Of course I enter fun runs and half-marathons so as to manufacture excuses for longer training sessions, again in order to reduce the stress of dealing with my children. And of course I have been dreaming of tackling the NYC and the London Marathon (I live in Sydney, Australia – as far from NYC and London as you can get!) so as to cherish the thought of enjoying a mini-holiday by myself with uninterrupted sleeps and lavatory peace.
The purpose of this Blog is to: (1) Chart the parental journey since the birth of my children, as reflected over the numerous kilometres that I logged during that period; and (2) Share the daily trials and tribulations of raising my two wonderful boys, with all those dads out there running the longest, toughest and yet the most rewarding race that is called Parenthood.