I had been training OK up to June 20th. Every week was better, I was getting fit again.
Between dodgy satellite broadband and not having the time or energy to sit down and go through my awful spelling, it’s been a while since I updated my training log online. It should all be up there now and pretty much up to date.
This sh@#* just got real again. Signed up this morning for IRONMAN Maastricht-Limburg.in my quest to get back to Kona in October. While I am on, a quick update. I have pulled back from coaching with A1 for a while. I just haven’t the time at the moment. But there are great things going on […]
The water is warm and clear. We have just swum over the seemingly endless green carpet of sea grass and are now into the shallow surf zone. As I turn to breathe out I see my competitors’ feet touch the fine pale limestone sand of Alcudia Bay and then start to run. I try to […]
The warm water pouring in over the neoprene neckline would normally help me relax and prepare for the nonsense to come. Today as my head bobbed back above the water and I surveyed the hoards amassing along the small sloping beach in front of me, it did nothing for my mood. It was about […]
The Good Sometime back in the early 2000’s I watched my first triathlon. It was The Hell of the West in Kilkee. My brother was giving this extreme sport a go. I was curious. Alongside him, there were about 60 other hardy souls fronting up for the challenge. It was a big race and an […]
The Fingal Tri Club’s Skerries Triathlon. I have always enjoyed my trips up to Wheelworx. And it’s not just all the lacquered carbon and shiny chrome about the place. I invariably end up reminiscing with Rob about our trips to Kona and the Ironman races we have done. His enthusiasm for the sport is infectious. […]
In a curious mix of beer festival and international long distance triathlon, every year over the first weekend in October these two somewhat different ideologies converge on Calella, a moderately sized town about an hour’s drive north along the coast from Barcelona. For a few days Calella is overrun by hoards of retired German couples […]
Bruce was in town, Eimear, her sister and all the other ageing rockers were going. The mother-in-law lived close to the bike turnaround and despite spending a few days previous with us cooped up in a hotel, I still had a willing babysitter and free accommodation. Not to mention a thirty year school reunion and […]