Hi and welcome to my blog!

My name is Pablo, I originally come from Chile but I’ve been living in Australia for the past 10 years.

I have been a swimmer ever since I was three, when my mum decided to enroll me in swimming lessons after a (not very) close call in the pool. Ever since then I have been in the water. At the age of 8 we moved to the north of Chile where I quickly made it my mission to compete and swim for the Antofagasta Swimming team. I quickly rose through the ranks and made it to the Junior nationals in Santiago. During this time, my dad was required to travel to Australia for 6 months, so we took the chance, looked up a local swimming club and took off!

Good times at the City of Perth Swim Club!
That is how I came to the city of Perth Swimming Club in 2002. During the time here I went from bottom of the pack to lane leader and quickly grew more passionate about the sport. It wasn’t an accident that we decided to make the move to Perth permanent a year later. In what was a risky move by my parents, we came to Australia in order to learn fluent English and further me and my sisters swimming. This is how we ended up becoming Australian citizens in 2008 after 4 years of growing more and more fond of this country. By this stage I was a fairly serious swimmer, training up to 8 times a week at the senior squad of City of Perth. During this same year, after failing to qualify for nationals individually, I was lucky enough to be selected as part of the relay team which came overall 6th in the country!
Shortly after this triumph I decided that my aspirations to enter the University of Western Australia and study engineering were more important, so I decided to stop swimming. During the next three years my appetite for competition grew more and more, so I decided to compete in a short triathlon. Using my sisters bike (which was a few sizes too small for me) and the same sneakers I had worn for years I completed the Sprint distance Champion lakes triathlon. The whole race consisted of a 150m swim, 10km bike ride and 2.5km run. After coming 2nd in my age group (out of four people) I was hooked. The next year I spent debating whether I should buy a bike and convincing myself that I should dive in head first into this scary world of triathlons. Although I used to love racing the longer 1500m distances in the pool, there was just something inherently wrong with calling a race which took me an hour to complete a “sprint” distance.

After buying my bike with assistance from parents (thanks mum and dad!), I started training. My first race was the Rockingham pursuit triathlon, which as it turned out was also my first flat tyre during a race. Having learnt the night before how to change a tube from my sister, I managed to get back on the bike with only 10min lost (oops!). Nevertheless I completed my first triathlon! There was only one race left for the year after this one, and armed with another month of training and the learning experiences of my first race I tackled this one head on! After the initial success came the boring months. All training and no racing. So to keep me interested I set myself the goal of completing the Busselton Half Iron man!

With this new goal driving me forward, I started training proper. It was through this training that I was able to complete 4 more triathlons which included my first Olympic distance tri! (and my second flat tyre). However shortly after my last triathlon after a bad fall I broke the radial head of my left arm. Devastated I got a partial refund for my Iron man deposit and set forth on the path of recovery (I will touch on the rehab aspects on a separate post).
Resting post op; had a very bad reaction to the pain medication

Sadly watching the Busselton Half Iron Man start from the sidelines

After almost a year dealing with aches and pains, I decided to give it another shot! It was never my intention to give up and there has certainly been times when I have wanted to! But in the end I have come out the other side, wiser and more determined. Last I wrote on a blog, was as I embarked on this journey of recovery. It took almost a year, but on the 5th of May 2015, I did it. I crossed the finish line of my first Half Iron man!


So today, I am writing this blog in the hopes that I will get back there one day. I have slacked off and focused on other areas of my life. I am now ready to get back to where I once was and hopefully this time I can maintain the same level of excellence in both sport and fitness as well as working life.

 I’m looking forward to this new challenge.
Happy training!