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Blog Spot: Tom Lancashire

Tom Lancashire


27 May 2009

So when is an athlete not an athlete? When he doesn't quite look the part! Read Tom's latest Blog for www.uka.org.uk below.


End of the Season

User AvatarPosted by Liz Birchall at 8/10/2009 8:54:26 AM

G’day everyone. As I write this, I’m sat in Melbourne International Airport, by gate 7 which is boarding for Hong Kong soon. I’m not actually going to Hong Kong, but it’s the only place I could find a plug socket to juice up my laptop battery. Speaking of which, my personal batteries are feeling suitably recharged after a three week break. Well actually, that’s not quite true. I’m kind of tired. For the past two weeks I have been travelling around Australia, visiting friends and partying.  I know, I know; I’m not the ultimate professional that you all thought I was, and I’m sorry that the ugly truth has emerged like this. But don’t worry, I have now returned from the abyss and completed two full days of running, racking up a pretty solid 6 miles. That’s 6 miles in total, not each day. You can’t rush these things you know.

Anyway, now you’re up to date with my current status, let’s do this Tarantino style and go back to the start. At the time of my last blog I was in the Aviva Great Britain team holding camp in Portugal, preparing for the World Championships in Berlin. I was pretty happy with how things were going, and confident I could produce a better performance than I did in Beijing last year. Well I think I did that, but barely. If Beijing was a Grade F, this was an F+. At least things are progressing. But in all seriousness, I was really disappointed not to make it out of my heat, and spent some time feeling quite dejected and disheartened. However after a lot of thought and a few good conversations, I feel positive again. I have ideas about what I need to do and how to do it, and that’s exciting. 

Post-Worlds I ran a couple more races. In Zurich I managed a pretty good performance, finishing 5th (and not far off the front) in a very strong field. It felt great and reasserted my belief that I can compete at the highest level. In Rieti a week later I think the season finally took its toll and although I ran a decent time, I felt pretty horrendous. So that was that. I called it a day and hopped on a plane to the other side of the world. In the past two weeks I’ve seen a koala, a kangaroo, a shark, a southern hairy-nosed wombat, and the bottom of a few bottles. I met up with some distant family members, went surfing with some friends that I haven’t seen for years, and for reasons unknown to me, got punched in the face by the Australian version of a chav. They call them bogans over here by the way. It didn’t hurt, it was just a bit confusing. And there was no lasting damage to the money-maker if any of you were worried.

Alright well my flight is boarding now so I better get going. I’m off to Mauritius for a few days. It’s where my Mum is from and I have family there, so I thought it would be rude not to stop in and say hi on my way past. I’m just too much of a nice guy I guess.

Take it easy people.

P.S. In Australia they say: “How you going?” instead of: “How are you doing?” Isn’t that weird. I’m really struggling with this language barrier...