/ by James Whitaker

The Weekend Athlete Every weekend, up and down the country, thousands of people turn out to compete. They train in the dark after work; in the rain and in the cold. They train in the mornings on frosty grass as the sun begins to rise, and in the pool when the rest have gone home. They run, swim and bike; box, press and push so that come the weekend they can go further, faster and harder. So they can score the winning goal, deliver the decisive blow or nail the perfect pass. Their training isn’t to beat someone else, or to beat the clock. It is to beat themselves. To achieve their personal best so that they can hold their heads up high. They are the weekend athletes and this is dedicated to them.

The Weekend Athlete

Every weekend, up and down the country, thousands of people turn out to compete. They train in the dark after work; in the rain and in the cold. They train in the mornings on frosty grass as the sun begins to rise, and in the pool when the rest have gone home. They run, swim and bike; box, press and push so that come the weekend they can go further, faster and harder. So they can score the winning goal, deliver the decisive blow or nail the perfect pass. Their training isn’t to beat someone else, or to beat the clock. It is to beat themselves. To achieve their personal best so that they can hold their heads up high. They are the weekend athletes and this is dedicated to them.