Mother's heart

It's been a busy week at work, home late every evening, didn't get any training done for several days.


Today managed to reach home just after 6pm, on the way to our house met Kalam on his way to the pool. Arriving home however I was besieged by two little people demanding to go to the pool 'Papa dah janji, suruh Mama bawah kami ke kolam (Papa already told us to tell mama to take us to the pool) GGGRRRR......


Knowing how persistent and stubborn Darimi is I knew I didn't stand much of a change... I muttered something about mama finally getting a change to train but no-one bothered to listen. Darimi fast as lightning changed into his new 'arena' swim shorts and while I was still changing into mine he just went ahead on his bike. Only just before the pool I caught up with him.... just imagine;


A six year old dressed only in his swim shorts, racing to the pool on his bike (he's still using training wheels), towel trailing from the little basket, a scene a la Denis the Menace


How could a mother's heart not melt.............


So we had a relaxed swim, Darimi cycled back with Papa, another triathlete is on the way (boy oh boy did this little fellow feel proud of himself)


In the end what does the half hour training matter, I'm not going to break any records in Desaru.


Darimi likes animals, this is not Shawie (Shawie is too agressive, doesn't like being handled)




Our new car arrived, the boys are delighted, no more complaints about being cramped in the back of the car... Tomorrow we take off to Desaru .....to be continued.