Challenge Accepted!

Life, in its unpredictable glory, decided to throw a curveball at me. Just when I thought I was nailing the balance between being a triathlon-dad and health maestro, the universe chuckled. Last week’s optimism was dashed as I, alongside the male brigade of our household, succumbed to the relentless grip of illness. A simple cold? If only. It quickly morphed into a relentless fever, turning me into a bedridden, delirious shadow of my former self.

The diagnosis? Streptococcal infection. The kind that makes you rethink all your life choices as you shuffle around like a zombie. Antibiotics came to the rescue, kind of, but left me feeling like a damp sack of potatoes. Here I am, officially off-duty from work, playing nurse to my similarly afflicted sons, and watching my Swissman dreams get fuzzy around the edges.

But every cloud has a silver lining, right? If you squint hard enough, you might see mine: a forced fast track to my race weight (thanks, streptococci, I guess?). Still, as I find solace in the twists and turns of „Three Body Problem“ on Netflix and geek out on the latest in bike chain waxing tech (did you know the best stuff comes from Finnish ski wax makers?), I can’t help but feel a bit grumpy. Okay, maybe more than a bit.

Yet, amidst the fog of illness and irritation, there’s a glimmer of hope. I’m bad at sitting still, but I’m good at making plans. So, as I wait for this viral storm to pass, I’m already plotting my comeback. I would finally posess a road running shoe again… The road to Swissman might be bumpier than expected, but if there’s one thing I know, it’s how to adapt. And adapt I will.

Stay tuned, folks. The journey continues, one recalibrated step at a time.