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Monday 30 July 2012

Enough of a rest.

Monday 30th July 2012

Running
3.41 Miles / 00:30:58 / 00:09:05 per Mile
(1.13 Mile Warm up / 2 X 1/2 Mile intervals 3.17/3.24 @ 2.30 Rest / 1 Mile Cool down)
I decided that having had 3 weeks of relative inactivity after Ironman that I would get back in to some sort of structured training again. (when I say inactivity I have to remember that I did a 5K race and a new PB at a Sprint Triathlon - so not really that inactive.)

The training has a purpose to improve my speed and today was a session called Yasso 800s.  Basically this is a half mile run at pace with a short recover period between the sets.

The aim for me was to do each repetition in under 3.30 for each half mile and I did them at 3.17 and 3.24 and was pretty pleased with the even pacing and I was concentrating on holding my form.  I have read that it is important to hold good form as you run faster as the speed is helped by a good body position.

A good wee session and quite enjoyable.  It might not be as enjoyable when I am doing sets of 8 or 9 of them.  That might hurt.

Cycling
00:54:44 / 15.36 Miles / 16.80 MPH / Cadence 85 RPM
It is amazing how quickly cycling fitness leaves you.  This was a straightforward non hilly ride and yet holding the pace felt like harder work than it would have done a month ago.  Hardly surprising as I haven't done much recently.
It was nice to get back on the road and the weather was pretty decent too.

Tuesday 24 July 2012

Fast. Well, it is for me!

Monday 23rd July 2012

Running
5.30 Miles / 00:43:18 / 00:08:10 per Mile / HRZ 3


One of the things I have been wanting to do is work on getting my speed up after long months of purposely running at a slow steady pace geared towards building endurance.


Last night I went out to do a 1 mile warm up followed by 3 miles at around 8 min/mile pace then another 1 mile or so as a cool down.
Once I got the warm up mile done I picked up the pace and surprisingly found it pretty easy to hold on to a pace well below 8 min/mile.  The first pace mile went past in 07.34, the second at 07.33 and the third at 07.30.  I averaged 7.32 for the 3 miles which was quite a bit faster than the desired pace.
I have noticed recently that I am able to run faster than I had ever before and I am giving all the credit for this to the Ironman training.

It is now time to take advantage of the endurance fitness and build the speed up with an aim of doing a PB at the London Marathon next year.

I will keep on working on the pace and building the distances covered at faster speeds.  it is a good feeling to go fast.  Well, fast for me anyway.

Monday 23 July 2012

Letterkenny Sprint Triathlon

Saturday 21st July 2012

Letterkenny Sprint Triathlon - Race Report

750M Swim - 00:15:47 (66th Overall)
Transition 1 - 00:02:12 (111th Overall)
20K Bike - 00:38:05 (71st Overall)
Transition 2 - 00:00:55 (106th Overall)
5K Run - 00:23:12 (57th Overall)
Total time - 01:20:14
(37th in Age Group / 65th / 106 Males - 68th Overall / 137)

This was a race that I had been looking forward to as it was not only my first race since Ironman Frankfurt but it was also a sprint distance race which meant I was excited about having a bit of a smack down and going for it on the short distance.

Now, this is a distinct difference to not only my first Tri but also my 2nd Tri which were both Sprint distances.  A lot of Tris have passed by since then and the initial feelings of survival and wanting to hold enough back so that I wouldn't detonate on the run have now been replaced with a confidence to go pretty hard on each of the 3 disciplines.  This is what I have gained not just from the last 9 months of hard training but also a feeling of strength.

The race was based out of Gartan Lake, which is an idyllic setting and a Watersports Centre.  The lake was flat calm and looked very inviting.  The weather was also being kind to me and there was no wind and it was a very pleasant day.
Two friends would also be doing the event.  Michael Jenkins in his 2nd ever Tri and Simon Cummings who did Ironman UK last year in an extremely impressive time on a tough course. Simon was also joined by Joanne Harris in her first ever Tri.

The Swim
As the Swim got under way I decided to push the pace on a little bit but found it a bit difficult as it was one of the most physical swims I have been in.  They breed them tough in Donegal and no quarter was being given in the water and there was a lot of jostling for position and as a result quite a bit of physical contact.
I was delighted to get out of the water without a broken nose in a very respectable sub 16 minute time.

As many will know, my Achilles Heel in tri is Transition.  I am notoriously slow and I was determined today to rectify that.  I was better than in the past but there is still work to be done to get faster.

The Bike
I was determined to go out hard on the bike, after all how hard could a 20K bike be for an Ironman?  How wrong could I be??
the first 2 miles were all up hill and I actually felt ill after about 1 mile as I had clearly pushed too hard and was suffering for it.
I took stock and decided to slow a wee bit to get some food in and accepted that a bit of time lost here in the hope that the additional energy would help me.
The strategy seemed to work and both my Heart Rate and the profile of the course levelled out a bit.  After the half way turnaround the course started to head up hill again but I felt much better this time and handled it quite well.
As I came back in to T2 my time of 38 minutes felt quite good given the poor start and the challenging nature of the course.

My time in T2 was much better and I was out again in 55 seconds, despite having to re-enter T2 after I was ready to leave as I forgot to take the Garmin off the bike and put it back on my wrist strap.

The Run
I knew that the run would be taking in the first 3/4 of a mile on the bike route which was all up hill.  I paced myself well and felt very comfortable as I went up the hill for the first time of the 2 lap run course.
The reward at the top of the hill was a really long and fast downhill stretch before turning back in to a half mile section back round to the end of the first loop.  I made a mental note on Loop 1 of how far I was from the finish so that I could crank it a bit on Lap 2 if I had the energy.

As I started Lap 2 I saw my friend Michael coming along on his first lap of the run and I started up the hill a few seconds ahead of him.  I knew Michael would catch me on the hill as he is a very good runner and was looking strong as he approached the hill.
He did indeed catch up to me about 150M from the top of the hill and went past looking good.  I made a conscious effort to stay on his heels up the rest of the hill.
As we started on the downhill section I saw another competitor in front with an Ireland (Age Grouper) Tri suit and mentioned to Michael that I had spotted this guy earlier and really wanted to catch him.

Knowing where I was from Lap 1, I pushed on really hard and managed to catch him with about 1/3 of a mile to go.  I was pushing really hard at this time and it felt tough but actually manageable.  I also sneaked a look at my watch and could see that I was at 1:18:30 with not too far to go and I was agonisingly close the the magical 1:20 mark that I was really keen to break.
I put the hammer down even more and went really hard to the finish line.
I was partly delighted at a new PB time of 1:20:14 but slightly gutted that I was only 15 seconds off breaking the 1:20 mark.

In all honesty I couldn't have pushed much harder on the run, coming in with the 57th fastest run split out of 137 competitors and doing probably my fastest mile ever with a 6.30 on the last mile and an overall negative split running Lap 2 faster then Lap 1.

I know that I need to improve on the bike still and especially Transitions.  I know the 1:20 mark is very possible and I would love to crack it before the end of this season.


This was a tough course but a really well organised event in a lovely location and congratulations to Letterkenny Triathlon Club for putting on such a great event.

Tuesday 17 July 2012

Wanna bet?

Running
6.78 Miles / 01:00:00 / 00:08:50 per Mile / HRZ 2


My luck with weather is not getting much better.  Another wet run.

The run was very steady, but what was interesting was how my legs felt when I stopped.
They felt heavier and more tired than they did after the Ironman Marathon.
I suppose this is maybe the tiredness coming through but it was not horrendous.

Looking forward to getting out on my bike tomorrow evening again - no doubt it will rain again.  Anyone want to bet on that?

Ironman Frankfurt 2012 - The stats - for Stato Nerds.

A few stats to highlight what went in to the Ironman training.

  • 37 Weeks
  • 259 Days

  • Total planned training time: 18 Days:9 Hours:15 Minutes – which is 441 Hours
  • Total Actual training time: 15 Days:3Hours:56 Minutes – which is 363 Hours.  That means I achieved 82% of my planned training time.

  • Total overall was 3693 Miles covered in training – made up of:
  • Swim 58 Times for    147000 Metres (91 Miles) at an average speed of 2252 Metres/Hour or 2.36 Mins/100Metres
  • Bike 111 Times for    2857 Miles at an average speed of 15.40 MPH
  • Run 112 Times for    744 Miles at an average pace of 09.22 Mins/Mile

  • Calories Burned 166306 which is the equivalent of 66 days worth of caloric intake. (This does not count any swimming as it is impossible to work out Caloric usage for swimming)
  • Average Heart Rate in training sessions was 78% of Max at 141 bpm.

  • During the 259 Days I completed 287 training sessions – which is more than one per day on average.
  • My biggest week of training was 17Hrs and 21 Minutes
Sounds like quite a lot just for 1 event that was all done in just over 13½ hours.

Monday 16 July 2012

I haven't gone away you know!

Saturday 14th July 2012

People have been asking if the blog would stop now that the Ironman is over and the journey from Jellyman to Ironman is complete.  I had thought about stopping it but at the moment I am going to keep it going but obviously without the focus on the Ironman training. 
My immediate goals are to recover well from the exertions of last week and to enjoy the rest of the triathlon season.  I hope to compete in about 3 or 4 more Tris this year and will also be looking at a programme to improve my overall running speed over shorter distances and build this in to my programme for the London Marathon in April 2013.
So, to adapt a quote from a rather infamous statement by one of our local politicians -
"I haven't gone away you know!"

Running
3.16 Miles / 00:24:55 / 00:07:53 per Mile / HRZ 2

This was my first run since completing Ironman Frankfurt.  I had been feeling great since the event and was looking forward to this run for a couple of reasons; firstly I was going to be running with Ben and it was his first 5K race and secondly I am keen to start working on getting a bit faster and this is a good way to start things off at my first Parkrun.

The run started out pretty quick and this was mainly down to Ben going off fast and I did begin to wonder if I would be able to keep up with him.  Luckily his inexperience caught up with him and he slowed a bit on the 2nd mile.  I kept checking was he OK and he said he was, although he did seem to be flagging a little bit at around 2 miles.  His 3rd mile picked up the pace again and we were able to finish strong in a joint time of 24.55, averaging just under 8 min miles.

http://www.parkrun.org.uk/queens/results/latestresults

I was delighted for him and think he will be able to knock quite a bit of time off that once he gets used to pacing himself better and builds the endurance base a little bit.  It will be good training for his upcoming Rugby season too.

Sunday 15 July 2012

Ironman Frankfurt 2012 Race Report

Sunday 8th July 2012

Ironman Frankfurt -  Race Report

3800M Swim - 01:21:07 (456th in Age Group / 2185th Overall) 
Transition 1 - 00:15:01
181K Bike - 07:13:48
Transition 2 - 00:07:26
42.2K Run - 04:44:03 (366th in Age Group / 1655th Overall)
Total time - 13:41:25 (443rd in Age Group / 2106th Overall)

 
Let me start with four simple words that mean so much; “I am an Ironman!”
Four little words that belie such a long journey to get to the point where I can make that boast.  There is a famous saying about Ironman, “Swim 2.4 miles, Bike 112 miles, Run 26.2 miles and brag for the rest of your life.”

Like all things there is a story behind it and many of your regular blog followers will be more than familiar with the highs and lows that I have gone through in training for the Ironman.
On reflection the desire to do this was never about any sort of mid-life crisis or need to show that a man approaching 40 can do something fairly physically extreme.  It was about me taking the natural evolution of my enjoyment of running and in latter years Triathlon to the next level and give myself the opportunity to push things a bit further with the aim of gaining as much enjoyment and personal satisfaction as possible, whilst setting some sort of example that hopefully my Kids will recognise in later life that you genuinely can do virtually anything if you set your mind to it.

Of course the downside of all of this is that you must be able to walk the walk and for that matter, swim the swim and bike the bike.  That was always the danger of being so public with the blog and my openness about my progression towards Ironman.  Thankfully things turned out OK eventually.
So what actually happened over the few days running up to the event, through the day and what was the aftermath?

The family all packed up a load of stuff for the trip, probably the most we have ever travelled with due to the amount of gear required for a triathlon and even more so for an Ironman.  We had 3 suitcases, 3 carry-on bags and a Bike Bag containing my very carefully dismantled and bubble wrapped Cube Tri Bike.  The bike bag was kindly lent to me by my Ironman friend Donald Smith, who had recently conquered the monstrous Lanzarote Ironman.   So we headed off to Dublin the Wednesday before the race on Sunday as we had an early flight from Dublin to Frankfurt and decided to stay in the Premier Inn at the airport.  The 3.30 alarm call was not very welcome but was a forerunner of the 3.30 AM start I knew we would need come race day.

Milling around the airport it was obvious that there were quite a few folks heading over for the Ironman.  You could tell them from the assorted Finishers T-shirts and tri club tops on show.  It was reassuring to see quite a lot of Irish people heading over.  It was also quite a surprise to bump in to Alfie Day, a member of my running club.  Alfie, a 3 time Ironman finisher was also heading to Frankfurt to tackle his fourth Ironman.  Chatting with him on the plane certainly helped to settle some nerves.  I also managed to meet and chat to Marie Gorman from the Tri an Mhi club, who has been a friend on Facebook although we had never met in person.  It was great to talk to her as she was another first timer and we had been trading training progress updates since we both finished the Half Iron distance race back in May.

At the airport I found myself asking the check in staff to please be gentle with my bike.  Thankfully when we got to Frankfurt they had obviously listened to me and a quick check whilst still in the airport showed it was all in one piece.  It was also extremely hot at only 10.00 in the morning.  This was a bit worrying.
After managing to find a Taxi willing to stuff his car fuller than a Bankers Wallet and checking in to the hotel we made our way to the Registration Area in the centre of Frankfurt.  This is when things started to get very real.  Check in was handled in a typically efficient German manner and I became the proud owner of an Ironman Backpack along with a few other goodies.  Not bad for the €500 entry fee!!!!!!  It was also noticeable that there were a hell of a lot of very fit looking people around and lots of them wearing compression socks and shorts.  They did look ridiculous but I had warned the family that it would be like this.  I decided not to go for this look and save the compression gear for race day when it would really be needed.


The rest of the day was spend doing a little bit of exploring of Frankfurt, which turned out to be quite a beautiful city and we wound up beside the River Main soaking up the sun, having a beer (I had a Slush Puppy) on the very path that I would be trudging round on the Marathon in just 3 days’ time.
The plan had always been to hook up with my good friend Alex, who lives about an hour from Frankfurt, as he too was doing the event which would be his second Ironman.  On Friday I left the family to do a bit of shopping in Hollister, fully expecting my Credit Card to take a battering, whilst Alex and I took a trip out to the Lake where the swim would be for a practice swim.  This turned out to be fantastic. The water was like a bath and was just 1C below the cut off for banning wetsuits at 23.5C.  This was a revelation after my recent Tri at Glenarm with 12C water temp.  We did the 1700M loop of the swim course and it felt really comfortable and even with a couple of stops along the way we still did it in 36 minutes.  It was just the confidence booster I needed before I shared the venue with a mere 2700 other people on Sunday.  Off to the competitor briefing.  It was here that I managed to meet one of my all-time sporting heroes, Chris “Macca” McCormack.  He is one of the greatest Triathletes of all time and two times Ironman World Champion.  He turned out to be one of the nicest blokes you could hope to meet and it was a pleasure talking to him for a few minutes. A good day was had by all.  Apart from my Credit Card!


Saturday pre-race was when things started to get more real as we had to check the bike in to transition out at the lake.  I got the bus out there with Alfie and his wife Eilish, while Keara and the kids drank lots of coffee and abused the Wi-Fi hospitality of Starbucks.
Transition was amazing and every athlete was allocated a helper to take them through the various steps and explain how things would work.  They even put a waterproof cover over our bikes in case it rained through the night.  My helper was a girl called Lissa, who was very friendly and would spend the next 6 hours or so doing the same thing.  It never ceases to amaze me how brilliant it is that people give up their free time for nutters like me to indulge in their penchant for extreme sports.

Race day beckoned and the dreaded 3.30 alarm call arrived.  We had a taxi ordered for 4.15 to take us to the official race hotel where we could get one of the official buses laid on by the organisers to take us all out to the start venue.  I was feeling relatively calm, although I probably didn’t look it. I still think that I looked more relaxed than Keara who was starting to show a few nerves.
We had arranged to meet Alex and his Fiancée Andrea at the lake among the 2700 other athletes and 1500 spectators.  It was a surreal place to be at 5.00AM, but we met them without a problem.  Alex and I then went off to finish preparations on the bikes.  After sorting ourselves out it was time to kiss the assorted loved-ones goodbye and head through to the starting area.  This was it, what the organisers call “The longest Day” was about to begin and I was about to put 9 hard months of dedicated training to the test.

The Swim
The Pros and about 250 randomly selected Age Groupers were to start at 6.45AM, which was 15 minutes ahead of the other 2500 athletes.  Alex had been lucky enough to be selected as one of the early starters and he made his way to the start line with the pros.  This meant he was likely to get a bit of a smoother swim that I would get among the 2500 other competitors.

The German National Anthem blasted out just before the gun went off for the Pros to start. Even though I am clearly not German it was pretty emotional hearing such an iconic anthem.
Once the first bunch was off, we all started to filter down the fairly steep sandy bank that led down to the water.  We would later have to run back up this steep bank to get up to T1 after completing the 3.8K swim.  The water was still really warm and I got in to the water and did a couple of minutes of light swimming just to get the muscles loosened, although trying to find any space among all of the athletes was nearly impossible.  As the moment approached for the start I made a conscious decision to put myself in the middle of the big mass of people.  Normally I would try to hang back off to the side a bit, but I thought I should get the full Ironman experience and just get in to the middle of it all and get kicked, punched and swum over the top of. 

BANG! Off we go.  The still water of the lake suddenly turned in to a frothy white frenzy of 2500 people all kicking and jostling for position.  The famous washing machine effect was now in full force and I was in the slap bang in the middle of it and I was loving it.  I was smiling and thinking this is what it was all about.

The swim was made up of 2 loops; the first was 2100M and then a 1700M loop with a short 30M run between the 2 parts of the lake.  The first stretch out to the Buoy was a bit frantic with lots of people all trying to sort out positions and different paces all mixed together.  The turn at the first buoy was completely mental.  About 300 people in a 10M squared area trying to get around the turn. The thought crossed my mind that this was like Water Rugby. After this the swim seemed to get a bit smoother and spaces started to appear a bit more and it was easier to find water with less than 50 people going for the same space.  Before I knew it I was round the second turn and on the straight swim in to the end of the first loop. The exit from the swim on to the short 30M run to the next loop was pretty congested and things slowed down a bit as everyone pushed to get through to the water. I had promised myself that I would not check my watch until I had finished the entire swim but my excitement got the better of me and I checked to see that I was through the first loop and entering the second loop at 43 minutes.  This was fantastic and quite a bit faster than I had expected.

The second loop was the same one which I had done 2 days previously with Alex as a practice swim, so I was feeling really confident about this and knew that I was feeling very fresh.  The turnaround point on this loop is marked by a Boat which was a nice easy marker to aim for.
As I rounded the Boat and was heading from the second turn to the finish of the swim I noticed that there was a bit of rain falling on the water.  This obviously didn’t bother me, but I did think it may impact the bike a bit.  Very soon I was heading to the end of the swim and the last 50 Metres literally flew by and I was coming out of the water and up the big sand bank in to T1.  I saw the family all cheering for me near the top of the hill and it was amazing to see them, and especially as I was feeling so good and had completed the swim in about 1Hr20mins.  This was about 10 minutes faster than I had hoped for.  After stopping momentarily for a quick photo from Keara, I headed in to T1.

T1
My notoriously slow Transition times continued to haunt me here.  By the time I got out of T1 and on to the bike, approximately 15 minutes had passed.  One of the main reasons for this was a complete change in to my cycling gear and putting on my Compression Calf Guards.  A move that would come back to torture me later on in the day.

The Bike
The light rain that had started as I was finishing off my swim was beginning to get heavier, and there was quite a bit of spray kicking up off the bikes on the beautifully smooth German Autobahn road surfaces.  The main road in to Frankfurt had been closed to all traffic, as had all of the rest of the roads on the course, and it was amazing to ride like the Pros with closed roads and amazing Road surfaces.

The rain continued to get heavier as I progressed through the ride and I was beginning to regret my decision to not out on any wet gear or indeed even any arm warmers as it was getting pretty cold as well.
The first of the Hills was tackled pretty well and in fact I was surprised when I realised that it was indeed one of the listed hills on the course.  It certainly wasn’t as tough as the Pond Park Road that I had regularly been doing my early morning Hill session training rides on and I was grateful for all those sessions up the hill as I felt so strong on the bike.

Now, it is funny how you notice things at unusual moments in time and I had one of these moments at about 30K in to the bike.  I was overtaken on a bend by a lady and I happened to just notice the timing chip on her ankle and I thought that mine was so comfortable that I didn’t even notice mine on.  A casual glance down at my ankle and suddenly my world fell apart! On my God!! Where the F$*k is my timing chip???
After nearly having a heart attack, I finally back tracked in my mind that I had taken my timing chip off my ankle in T1 in order to get my compression calf guards on as they would not go on over the chip.  I clearly had forgotten to put it back on again and it was left lying on the ground in T1.

To say that I went in to a black place and had somewhat of a meltdown is an understatement.  Just as I thought I had been feeling great and going well, suddenly I was faced with a lot of negative thoughts: I will not be counted as a finisher with no chip, I am letting so many friends and supporters  down, no-one can track me and god knows what they are thinking as they don’t know where I am and my final thought was about trying to find one of the roving referees out on the course to see if they could help.
After about another 20Ks of darkness and despair I finally found a referee.  He was penalising another rider at the time so I had to wait to speak to him.  Once I explained everything to him, he was able to radio through to T2 and told me that it was no problem; there would be a replacement chip for me in T2 once I had finished the ride.  I thanked him profusely and started back on my way. The stop had lost me about 9 minutes but I was delighted that it was resolved and I would gladly have sacrificed the 9 minutes, or more, for such a positive outcome. 

Although my mood had lifted, the weather hadn’t and the rain was still pounding on us. Finally I reached one of the most iconic points of the course where I knew that Keara and the kids would be to see me.  Heartbreak Hill is a climb up through the village of Bad Vilbel about 10K out of Frankfurt.  The hill itself is not too bad but the crowds are incredible and it is like a Tour de France atmosphere with the crowds closing in on the road and leaving barely enough room for a few bikes to get up the hill.  I also managed to see Keara and the Kids on the hill and shout to them that I was fine and had lost my chip.  This gave them a bit of a relief as they were panicking a bit as they could not track me and had not seen me since I came out of the swim.

The route then swept us back down in to Frankfurt and as I did, the weather started to get a bit brighter and the rain stopped.  Back through the City centre and out on the Loop 2 of the same course.  This time the rain had been replaced by a pretty stiff breeze which was getting stronger.

The whole of the second loop was marked by a very stiff breeze and this definitely slowed me down quite a bit.  I rolled on well despite the wind for loop 2.  The second time through the cobbled section in one of the towns was definitely losing its novelty and the jarring from the cobbles was not pleasant after about 70 miles.
By the time I got back round to Heartbreak Hill the second time the crowds had pretty much disappeared and I had to ride up the hill with little support but knowing that I was only about 10K from finishing the bike was a great incentive to keep pushing on.

The final sweep down in to Frankfurt to T2 went by in a flash and I had to keep reminding myself to not forget to lift my replacement timing chip.
As I approached the final bend in to T2 a Policeman flagged me to slow down as one of the big inflatables that span the road had collapsed and was blocking the road.  Several volunteers and members of the public held it up enough for me and a couple of other riders to slip underneath and in to T2.

Heading in to T2 I jumped off the bike and handed it to a volunteer and they took my bike away and I made my way to the T2 tent picking up my new chip along the way.

T2
I was determined to make up a little bit of time in T2 and get changed fairly quickly.  I did this pretty well and was around 8 minutes in T2 and then out on to the run.

The Run
As I emerged on to the run course a Guy cut in front of me and across in to the road leading up to the Finishing Chute as he had completed all 4 loops of the run course for his Marathon and was heading for home.  Jammy Git I thought.

I did a mental check of how I was feeling as I started the run and all body parts felt good and remarkably my legs felt amazing and had no signs of heaviness at all.  I was so pleased with this feeling that I had to slow my pace down as I started running too quickly.
As I passed the first Aid station I saw Keara and the Kids and stopped to have a very quick chat with them and tell them that I was feeling great and looking forward to the Run.

Each loop is around 6.5 miles in length and is almost entirely flat with the only rises being up and over the 2 Bridges that we cross over the River Main.  Aid Stations were every mile along the route and had everything you could possibly need and I decided to employ a strategy of running between the aid stations and walking through them to take in food and fluids.
I made really steady progress through the run and managed to maintain a very steady pace and completed each of the loops in around 1Hr10mins for each one.  I was purposely holding the pace and trying not to cook myself too early.  Towards the end of each Loop of the run you have to run through a funnel where a coloured Hair scrunchie type thing is placed on your arm.  The colour of each one signifies which loop of the run you have completed.  The goal was to get to the pink one as this indicated that the 4th loop was almost finished and that meant that I was going to be an Ironman.

From getting the final coloured scrunchie to the finish chute was about half a mile and it felt like I was running on air as a lot of the emotions that had been built up through the day were starting to come out.  I mostly thought about the support from all of the family and especially Keara and the sacrifices that she had made through the year for me to chase this dream. I could not have done it without her and all of the unseen support that goes on in the background.
As I swept round the final bend and in to the Finish Chute the support and crowds totally overwhelmed me.  Nothing can describe the atmosphere at the end of an Ironman and I felt absolutely amazing coming up the chute and I finally saw Keara, Erin and Ben standing at the side cheering me on.  I ran towards the finish line and could see that my time was well ahead of the 14Hr mark that I had set as my absolute top notch goal time.  I managed to do a huge jump and punched the air as I crossed the line in 13:41:25. The medal was placed around my neck and it felt fantastic. 

I was an Ironman and twenty minutes faster than I could have hoped for.
I felt amazing and didn’t really feel tired.  All I wanted to do was see my family and they had made their way down from the Grandstand and we were reunited as an Ironfamily.  It was very emotional and there were quite a few tears.

I was then led away by a helper to get my bag and get changed.  After getting changed and collecting my Finishers T Shirt I met the family again and we caught up with Alex who had an amazing day finishing in 12:19 despite some fairly sever mechanical problems with this Bike early in to the course.

We all went to the Grandstand to watch the finishers up to the Cut Off point at 15Hrs.  Every other finisher seemed to be Mexican as over 300 of them had entered and travelled over for the race and this just added to the already electric atmosphere as La Bamba or Tequila blasted out to greet each one of them.


The final finisher came over the line with about 30 seconds to spare and he got an enormous cheer. Then on the stroke of 15 hours everyone let go of the Red Balloons they were holding and the sky was filled with them.  It was an amazing sight and a great finale to an incredible day.
As we were leaving the stand there was an enormous cheers as another athlete was coming up to the Finish Line – 3 minutes after the Cut-off time.  They may not have been classed as an official finisher but they had the satisfaction of finishing and probably getting an even bigger cheer than the winner.  Ironman is a tough event and the cut-off time is a tough thing to deal with but it is what makes it one of the hardest endurance events on the Planet.

We collected the bikes and made our way back to the Hotel.  I didn’t expect to sleep very well as I was still buzzing on the natural endorphins of being an Ironman but as it turns out I slept like a log.  I checked my Facebook and couldn’t believe the support that had been going on through the day from my many friends and supporters.  I had 54 notifications on my account and I read every one of them and this just made me feel even more humble at the support everyone had given me.
For me one of the most important things about doing this was to raise some funds for the Cystic Fibrosis Trust and thanks to the amazing generosity of people the total at the time of writing is over £1200.  This goes a long way towards helping such a worthwhile cause and it was nice to know that my efforts could help to make a difference, no matter how small.

The Aftermath
When I awoke the next day I didn’t know what to expect from my body.  Would I be sore, would I be able to walk?  The answer was rather strange.  I felt brilliant and the legs felt no worse than they would after a long training run.

We then met up with Alex, Andrea and the impossible cute Aileen in Heidelberg and spent a great day in a really beautiful City.  It was a great way to relax and enjoy my first Beer for over a month.  And yes, it tasted every bit as good as I hoped it would.

I was asked would I do it again and without hesitation I answered that I would do it again tomorrow in a heartbeat.  Whether I do or not is more down to being reasonable in the expectations and limitations it places on the family but I do think there will be another Ironman in my future and I think that based on what I have learned from this one that I could knock some time off the next one.  Watch this space.

Thanks to everyone for the support over this journey from Jellyman to Ironman and I am delighted to have actually made it.  Special thanks have to go to Keara for being amazing in her patience and love and support.  It literally would not have been possible without her. Ironman and Ironwife in perfect harmony.  It would be interesting to have her perspective on the Ironman journey.  Maybe she will pen something in the blog to give the other side of the story.
The Jellyman is dead. Long Live the Ironman.

Wednesday 4 July 2012

Cometh the Hour - over 1 year later.

Wednesday 4th July 2012

Well, it is nearly that time already.  Work is finished for 1 week, bags are packed, Bike is packed and we are ready to head down to Dublin ahead of our early morning flight to Frankfurt tomorrow morning.

I have done a little bit of training this week, all at very low intensity and keeping things nice and easy.
Monday - 2 X Hill sessions on Pond Park Road
Tuesday - 3.2 mile run round the Thames Path in London
Wednesday - 1500M swim in the morning

I have to say that the run around the Thames on Tuesday morning was amazing.  It was a mizzly morning but quite warm.  I ran from the Tower Hotel past the Tower of London along the path to the Millennium Bridge with a great view of St Paul's Cathedral and across the Bridge to the Tate Modern.  Past the globe Theatre and down to HMS Belfast and finally back across Tower Bridge to the Hotel.
A fantastic sight seeing tour of London in 30 minutes.

I can't quite believe that we are now heading off to Frankfurt.  it seems just like yesterday that I entered the Ironman - it was actually on 17th June 2011.  So actually over 1 year ago.



I am feeling fit, I an paranoid about getting injured doing something stupid between now and  Sunday and I keep thinking that I have forgotten to lack something important, like the bike!! 
I heard a great saying about Triathlon - "Go Long or Go Home."  I like that.

I am delighted to say that my Just giving total is now over £1100 which is incredible given that I was aiming to raise £500.  The generosity shown by people is incredible.  All I need to do now is finish.

I will keep all you blog fans posted as I approach the big day.