The Triathlon thread - Ironman, 70.3, Olympic, Sprint
Discussion
So, the half ironman. What a ridiculous thing to do as your first event. Obviously, the training slipped because I had better things to do and time runs away with you. I'd managed a couple of runs, two times in a pool and a second attempt at open water swimming (better this time). Last week, I was going to pull out because really I'd done next to nothing and was terrified about it. But, well, because.
Left home at 4am, pulled on my new £100 wetsuit, got in the water with 300 other people (with 1000 churning up the water beforehand, nice). Got five mins into the swim and thought 'Sod this, I'm getting out'. It was horrific. But I carried on 'Just for a minute'. After turning the 'island' which seemed a million miles away, I had a better swim back - largely cos there were about 1250 in front of me and ten people behind me and I had a bit of space.
Got to the end of the swim, dragged myself out. Walked out of transition, got on the bike, did a few lonely miles, ate an energy bar, choked on the first mouthful and was dry wretching/choking for a while. Prayed for a puncture. Prayed some more for a puncture. Did a few more miles. Fantasised about what I had on the bike that I could give myself a puncture with. Swore at the wind. Didn't dare eat anything else. Prayed again for a puncture. Got to 38 miles and thought, I'm almost there, might aswell carry on.
Finished the ride, put on my trainers, couldn't lift my legs. Norfolk is flat, they said. They lied. A billion hours later and three circuits round a ridiculously hilly course, with much encouragement from some truly lovely event marshals and fellow competitors/spectators, I crossed the line and picked up a weighty medal, was handed a very pleasant non-alcoholic erdinger beer and ponced a proper fag off some random bloke who'd been spectating. I wasn't exactly lightning fast (I think about 7.40, but I wasn't last) but at least I made the cut off. At least I actually did it. I'd only agreed in the first place because I'd had a few bottles of red and, well, how hard can it be?
Let me tell you, without question, it's physically and mentally the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. I'll probably never do it again. But I got round and no-one is more surprised than me. Imagine what I could do if I actually went in even a little bit prepared? Yeah, half ironman, like I said, how hard can it be?
Left home at 4am, pulled on my new £100 wetsuit, got in the water with 300 other people (with 1000 churning up the water beforehand, nice). Got five mins into the swim and thought 'Sod this, I'm getting out'. It was horrific. But I carried on 'Just for a minute'. After turning the 'island' which seemed a million miles away, I had a better swim back - largely cos there were about 1250 in front of me and ten people behind me and I had a bit of space.
Got to the end of the swim, dragged myself out. Walked out of transition, got on the bike, did a few lonely miles, ate an energy bar, choked on the first mouthful and was dry wretching/choking for a while. Prayed for a puncture. Prayed some more for a puncture. Did a few more miles. Fantasised about what I had on the bike that I could give myself a puncture with. Swore at the wind. Didn't dare eat anything else. Prayed again for a puncture. Got to 38 miles and thought, I'm almost there, might aswell carry on.
Finished the ride, put on my trainers, couldn't lift my legs. Norfolk is flat, they said. They lied. A billion hours later and three circuits round a ridiculously hilly course, with much encouragement from some truly lovely event marshals and fellow competitors/spectators, I crossed the line and picked up a weighty medal, was handed a very pleasant non-alcoholic erdinger beer and ponced a proper fag off some random bloke who'd been spectating. I wasn't exactly lightning fast (I think about 7.40, but I wasn't last) but at least I made the cut off. At least I actually did it. I'd only agreed in the first place because I'd had a few bottles of red and, well, how hard can it be?
Let me tell you, without question, it's physically and mentally the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. I'll probably never do it again. But I got round and no-one is more surprised than me. Imagine what I could do if I actually went in even a little bit prepared? Yeah, half ironman, like I said, how hard can it be?
skintemma said:
So, the half ironman. What a ridiculous thing to do as your first event. Obviously, the training slipped because I had better things to do and time runs away with you. I'd managed a couple of runs, two times in a pool and a second attempt at open water swimming (better this time). Last week, I was going to pull out because really I'd done next to nothing and was terrified about it. But, well, because.
Left home at 4am, pulled on my new £100 wetsuit, got in the water with 300 other people (with 1000 churning up the water beforehand, nice). Got five mins into the swim and thought 'Sod this, I'm getting out'. It was horrific. But I carried on 'Just for a minute'. After turning the 'island' which seemed a million miles away, I had a better swim back - largely cos there were about 1250 in front of me and ten people behind me and I had a bit of space.
Got to the end of the swim, dragged myself out. Walked out of transition, got on the bike, did a few lonely miles, ate an energy bar, choked on the first mouthful and was dry wretching/choking for a while. Prayed for a puncture. Prayed some more for a puncture. Did a few more miles. Fantasised about what I had on the bike that I could give myself a puncture with. Swore at the wind. Didn't dare eat anything else. Prayed again for a puncture. Got to 38 miles and thought, I'm almost there, might aswell carry on.
Finished the ride, put on my trainers, couldn't lift my legs. Norfolk is flat, they said. They lied. A billion hours later and three circuits round a ridiculously hilly course, with much encouragement from some truly lovely event marshals and fellow competitors/spectators, I crossed the line and picked up a weighty medal, was handed a very pleasant non-alcoholic erdinger beer and ponced a proper fag off some random bloke who'd been spectating. I wasn't exactly lightning fast (I think about 7.40, but I wasn't last) but at least I made the cut off. At least I actually did it. I'd only agreed in the first place because I'd had a few bottles of red and, well, how hard can it be?
Let me tell you, without question, it's physically and mentally the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. I'll probably never do it again. But I got round and no-one is more surprised than me. Imagine what I could do if I actually went in even a little bit prepared? Yeah, half ironman, like I said, how hard can it be?
Holkham? Left home at 4am, pulled on my new £100 wetsuit, got in the water with 300 other people (with 1000 churning up the water beforehand, nice). Got five mins into the swim and thought 'Sod this, I'm getting out'. It was horrific. But I carried on 'Just for a minute'. After turning the 'island' which seemed a million miles away, I had a better swim back - largely cos there were about 1250 in front of me and ten people behind me and I had a bit of space.
Got to the end of the swim, dragged myself out. Walked out of transition, got on the bike, did a few lonely miles, ate an energy bar, choked on the first mouthful and was dry wretching/choking for a while. Prayed for a puncture. Prayed some more for a puncture. Did a few more miles. Fantasised about what I had on the bike that I could give myself a puncture with. Swore at the wind. Didn't dare eat anything else. Prayed again for a puncture. Got to 38 miles and thought, I'm almost there, might aswell carry on.
Finished the ride, put on my trainers, couldn't lift my legs. Norfolk is flat, they said. They lied. A billion hours later and three circuits round a ridiculously hilly course, with much encouragement from some truly lovely event marshals and fellow competitors/spectators, I crossed the line and picked up a weighty medal, was handed a very pleasant non-alcoholic erdinger beer and ponced a proper fag off some random bloke who'd been spectating. I wasn't exactly lightning fast (I think about 7.40, but I wasn't last) but at least I made the cut off. At least I actually did it. I'd only agreed in the first place because I'd had a few bottles of red and, well, how hard can it be?
Let me tell you, without question, it's physically and mentally the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. I'll probably never do it again. But I got round and no-one is more surprised than me. Imagine what I could do if I actually went in even a little bit prepared? Yeah, half ironman, like I said, how hard can it be?
I did a sprint Tri a few weeks ago and felt how you did.....no way would I entertain doing an IM of any kind now lol! (3 weeks "taper" in Orlando beforehand didn't help though
)Well done for doing it!
skintemma said:
So, the half ironman. What a ridiculous thing to do as your first event. Obviously, the training slipped because I had better things to do and time runs away with you. I'd managed a couple of runs, two times in a pool and a second attempt at open water swimming (better this time). Last week, I was going to pull out because really I'd done next to nothing and was terrified about it. But, well, because.
Left home at 4am, pulled on my new £100 wetsuit, got in the water with 300 other people (with 1000 churning up the water beforehand, nice). Got five mins into the swim and thought 'Sod this, I'm getting out'. It was horrific. But I carried on 'Just for a minute'. After turning the 'island' which seemed a million miles away, I had a better swim back - largely cos there were about 1250 in front of me and ten people behind me and I had a bit of space.
Got to the end of the swim, dragged myself out. Walked out of transition, got on the bike, did a few lonely miles, ate an energy bar, choked on the first mouthful and was dry wretching/choking for a while. Prayed for a puncture. Prayed some more for a puncture. Did a few more miles. Fantasised about what I had on the bike that I could give myself a puncture with. Swore at the wind. Didn't dare eat anything else. Prayed again for a puncture. Got to 38 miles and thought, I'm almost there, might aswell carry on.
Finished the ride, put on my trainers, couldn't lift my legs. Norfolk is flat, they said. They lied. A billion hours later and three circuits round a ridiculously hilly course, with much encouragement from some truly lovely event marshals and fellow competitors/spectators, I crossed the line and picked up a weighty medal, was handed a very pleasant non-alcoholic erdinger beer and ponced a proper fag off some random bloke who'd been spectating. I wasn't exactly lightning fast (I think about 7.40, but I wasn't last) but at least I made the cut off. At least I actually did it. I'd only agreed in the first place because I'd had a few bottles of red and, well, how hard can it be?
Let me tell you, without question, it's physically and mentally the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. I'll probably never do it again. But I got round and no-one is more surprised than me. Imagine what I could do if I actually went in even a little bit prepared? Yeah, half ironman, like I said, how hard can it be?
Left home at 4am, pulled on my new £100 wetsuit, got in the water with 300 other people (with 1000 churning up the water beforehand, nice). Got five mins into the swim and thought 'Sod this, I'm getting out'. It was horrific. But I carried on 'Just for a minute'. After turning the 'island' which seemed a million miles away, I had a better swim back - largely cos there were about 1250 in front of me and ten people behind me and I had a bit of space.
Got to the end of the swim, dragged myself out. Walked out of transition, got on the bike, did a few lonely miles, ate an energy bar, choked on the first mouthful and was dry wretching/choking for a while. Prayed for a puncture. Prayed some more for a puncture. Did a few more miles. Fantasised about what I had on the bike that I could give myself a puncture with. Swore at the wind. Didn't dare eat anything else. Prayed again for a puncture. Got to 38 miles and thought, I'm almost there, might aswell carry on.
Finished the ride, put on my trainers, couldn't lift my legs. Norfolk is flat, they said. They lied. A billion hours later and three circuits round a ridiculously hilly course, with much encouragement from some truly lovely event marshals and fellow competitors/spectators, I crossed the line and picked up a weighty medal, was handed a very pleasant non-alcoholic erdinger beer and ponced a proper fag off some random bloke who'd been spectating. I wasn't exactly lightning fast (I think about 7.40, but I wasn't last) but at least I made the cut off. At least I actually did it. I'd only agreed in the first place because I'd had a few bottles of red and, well, how hard can it be?
Let me tell you, without question, it's physically and mentally the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. I'll probably never do it again. But I got round and no-one is more surprised than me. Imagine what I could do if I actually went in even a little bit prepared? Yeah, half ironman, like I said, how hard can it be?
A great read and I have huge respect to you for even attempting it on that amount of training, let alone finishing it
I've had a couple of awful marathons in the past (Great Langdale) where I was underprepared and walked the last couple of miles.
But all I want to do I get back and do it properly next year.
Time makes us forget the hard times and I'd be willing to wager that you'll be doing some form of triathlon again in the future
Woke up this morning and couldn't breathe - never had asthma but that's what I imagine it feels like. Actually went to the doctors for the first time in twelve years, such was my breathlessness. He reckoned I'd picked up a virus from the water. Nice. I said 'I thought exercise was good for you', he laughed heartily and told me 'It is. In moderation!' He also noted the third degree burns I had on my neck thanks to the wetsuit and commented on my rather fetching tri-tan. Or, as the layperson refers to it, sunburn.
Yeah, great fun those triathlons, can't wait to do it again.
Said no-one, ever.
Yeah, great fun those triathlons, can't wait to do it again.
Said no-one, ever.
skintemma said:
So, the half ironman. What a ridiculous thing to do as your first event. Obviously, the training slipped because I had better things to do and time runs away with you. I'd managed a couple of runs, two times in a pool and a second attempt at open water swimming (better this time). Last week, I was going to pull out because really I'd done next to nothing and was terrified about it. But, well, because.
Left home at 4am, pulled on my new £100 wetsuit, got in the water with 300 other people (with 1000 churning up the water beforehand, nice). Got five mins into the swim and thought 'Sod this, I'm getting out'. It was horrific. But I carried on 'Just for a minute'. After turning the 'island' which seemed a million miles away, I had a better swim back - largely cos there were about 1250 in front of me and ten people behind me and I had a bit of space.
Got to the end of the swim, dragged myself out. Walked out of transition, got on the bike, did a few lonely miles, ate an energy bar, choked on the first mouthful and was dry wretching/choking for a while. Prayed for a puncture. Prayed some more for a puncture. Did a few more miles. Fantasised about what I had on the bike that I could give myself a puncture with. Swore at the wind. Didn't dare eat anything else. Prayed again for a puncture. Got to 38 miles and thought, I'm almost there, might aswell carry on.
Finished the ride, put on my trainers, couldn't lift my legs. Norfolk is flat, they said. They lied. A billion hours later and three circuits round a ridiculously hilly course, with much encouragement from some truly lovely event marshals and fellow competitors/spectators, I crossed the line and picked up a weighty medal, was handed a very pleasant non-alcoholic erdinger beer and ponced a proper fag off some random bloke who'd been spectating. I wasn't exactly lightning fast (I think about 7.40, but I wasn't last) but at least I made the cut off. At least I actually did it. I'd only agreed in the first place because I'd had a few bottles of red and, well, how hard can it be?
Let me tell you, without question, it's physically and mentally the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. I'll probably never do it again. But I got round and no-one is more surprised than me. Imagine what I could do if I actually went in even a little bit prepared? Yeah, half ironman, like I said, how hard can it be?
Nice one Emma ! I was in that muddy puddle pretending to be a lake 30mins before you, it was a washing machine for the first 15 mins with barely a stroke without hitting someone, or having someone try & climb over me. Finally settled down before the turn, but mainly because I was way off line & heading for the wrong side of the island. I stopped for a sec for a proper look & got back on track, the return leg did drag on a bit but I climbed out in 43.34, about what I was expecting with virtually no swim training.Left home at 4am, pulled on my new £100 wetsuit, got in the water with 300 other people (with 1000 churning up the water beforehand, nice). Got five mins into the swim and thought 'Sod this, I'm getting out'. It was horrific. But I carried on 'Just for a minute'. After turning the 'island' which seemed a million miles away, I had a better swim back - largely cos there were about 1250 in front of me and ten people behind me and I had a bit of space.
Got to the end of the swim, dragged myself out. Walked out of transition, got on the bike, did a few lonely miles, ate an energy bar, choked on the first mouthful and was dry wretching/choking for a while. Prayed for a puncture. Prayed some more for a puncture. Did a few more miles. Fantasised about what I had on the bike that I could give myself a puncture with. Swore at the wind. Didn't dare eat anything else. Prayed again for a puncture. Got to 38 miles and thought, I'm almost there, might aswell carry on.
Finished the ride, put on my trainers, couldn't lift my legs. Norfolk is flat, they said. They lied. A billion hours later and three circuits round a ridiculously hilly course, with much encouragement from some truly lovely event marshals and fellow competitors/spectators, I crossed the line and picked up a weighty medal, was handed a very pleasant non-alcoholic erdinger beer and ponced a proper fag off some random bloke who'd been spectating. I wasn't exactly lightning fast (I think about 7.40, but I wasn't last) but at least I made the cut off. At least I actually did it. I'd only agreed in the first place because I'd had a few bottles of red and, well, how hard can it be?
Let me tell you, without question, it's physically and mentally the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. I'll probably never do it again. But I got round and no-one is more surprised than me. Imagine what I could do if I actually went in even a little bit prepared? Yeah, half ironman, like I said, how hard can it be?
Onto the bike & a lovely first 6-7 miles, but then turned into an almost headwind and needed to work hard, made a not quite 90 deg turn after a while & still an almost headwind, don't know how that was happening but whichever way we turned the wind was coming from the front. Eventually turned for home by Sandringham (bloke was DQ'd last year at this point for having a piss on the estate front gates). Finally the wind was behind us & was able to get some rhythm going so got my head down & worked, went hell for leather on the final downhills once back on the estate roads to try & crack 3.15 & ended up clocking 3.15 exactly (1.45 to the turn at 28miles & 1.30 for the second half).
Emma has summed up the run/shuffle/walk better than I could but it was hot, hilly & hard work, 4 parkruns in last 2 months wasn't quite enough prep. I'd held nothing back on the bike & just had nothing left & was resigned to a 50/50 run walk to come in at 7.09. Happy enough to finish in the end, a great event in a lovely setting. Will probably give it another go next year but try & do a bit of swimming & running first !
Edited by baxb on Wednesday 5th July 16:26
Ha, I'm pretty sure the temperature of the lake was up by five degrees by the time we got in. Largely owing to the amount of people pissing in it! Breathing has gone nearly back to normal now, thank goodness - I can't actually believe I went to the doctors, I had googled pleurisy, obviously. Legs are fine. Sadly, I can't wear my medal as my neck burns have scabbed up!! The things we do for fun.
I may or may not be considering it again
I still can't actually believe I got round it. 70-odd miles under your own steam is genuinely quite a terrifying thought.
I may or may not be considering it again
I still can't actually believe I got round it. 70-odd miles under your own steam is genuinely quite a terrifying thought. 
Sorry about the lake 
Most of the skin on my forehead & nose has peeled off now (such a good look !), It felt a long 70 miles on Sunday & at the end of that couldn't work out how you could possibly get round an event twice that distance (& I've done 3 of them !)
Most of the skin on my forehead & nose has peeled off now (such a good look !), It felt a long 70 miles on Sunday & at the end of that couldn't work out how you could possibly get round an event twice that distance (& I've done 3 of them !)skintemma said:
The things we do for fun. I may or may not be considering it again
See you there New Edinburgh half IM for me last weekend.
Arrived up the day before and went to Meadowbank to register. The only other Ironman branded event I've done is Wales, so I suppose it's hard to compare... Certainly, whereas in Tenby the entire town (and much of the surrounding area) becomes all about the event, Edinburgh swallowed it almost without noticing. Two transitions wasn't ideal, as by the time we'd registered and made it to T1 at Prestonpans we were rather limited on time to get back to T2 before the transition area closed at 4pm.
Still, that done, nice dinner and then early bed! Emails were sent out on Saturday afternoon that there was a possibility of a shortened swim due to expected conditions, and on an evening drive of the Bike route the wind was pretty savage.
Unfortunately Sunday morning we had the email; swim shortened. Shame for me as it's my best discipline, but when we got to Presonpans it was fully understood; there was a decent swell, quite a chop, white horses on the waves and the wind was still blowing hard.
Into the sea... Oh my word. I like swimming and loved bodyboarding in Cornwall when younger so the conditions didn't worry me but it was just about the worst I've swam in. It took the Male pros 16 mins to do the approx 900m swim and they were coming out of the water by the time the Age groupers started. I managed 18 mins and was out on the bike.
Apart from a loose seat post necessitating a quick stop to tighten, I was away on the Bike. (That itself is a small story, it was new, completely untested and had done less than 1 mile... New kit rule?...) On IM wales I felt like I was being overtaken for the entire Bike leg, felt a bit better this time and seemed like I was mostly keeping pace. Scenic bike leg, although that wind did mean a rather unpleasant headwind for the latter part of the course back toward Edinburgh. The road condition in places a bit on the bumpy side, and one or two corners that should perhaps be better signed, but overall it was a nice bike leg to do. Well, at least until you had covered 55 miles, entered Holyrod Park, saw the runners, thought "Yes, transition now!"... then hairpin right and the steepest climb on the course! With 1 mile to go, that was pretty evil.
Regardless, into transition and ready for the run. I have not run AT ALL since February due to injury and so knew that I would be walk/run or have to walk pretty much the entire thing, particularly as I felt I'd pushed the bike leg. Sure enough, walked the hills it was an extremely slow half marathon, got overtaken by all other members from my club, but still stumbled to the line in 6hrs 41mins thanks to the decentish bike & swim.
Apart from the agony from my Plantar Fasciitis in the evening, I thoroughly enjoyed the day, and just happy to complete. Now, diet and rest for a week or two, see if I can't get ahead of this injury and then panic for the last few weeks of training for IM Wales!
Arrived up the day before and went to Meadowbank to register. The only other Ironman branded event I've done is Wales, so I suppose it's hard to compare... Certainly, whereas in Tenby the entire town (and much of the surrounding area) becomes all about the event, Edinburgh swallowed it almost without noticing. Two transitions wasn't ideal, as by the time we'd registered and made it to T1 at Prestonpans we were rather limited on time to get back to T2 before the transition area closed at 4pm.
Still, that done, nice dinner and then early bed! Emails were sent out on Saturday afternoon that there was a possibility of a shortened swim due to expected conditions, and on an evening drive of the Bike route the wind was pretty savage.
Unfortunately Sunday morning we had the email; swim shortened. Shame for me as it's my best discipline, but when we got to Presonpans it was fully understood; there was a decent swell, quite a chop, white horses on the waves and the wind was still blowing hard.
Into the sea... Oh my word. I like swimming and loved bodyboarding in Cornwall when younger so the conditions didn't worry me but it was just about the worst I've swam in. It took the Male pros 16 mins to do the approx 900m swim and they were coming out of the water by the time the Age groupers started. I managed 18 mins and was out on the bike.
Apart from a loose seat post necessitating a quick stop to tighten, I was away on the Bike. (That itself is a small story, it was new, completely untested and had done less than 1 mile... New kit rule?...) On IM wales I felt like I was being overtaken for the entire Bike leg, felt a bit better this time and seemed like I was mostly keeping pace. Scenic bike leg, although that wind did mean a rather unpleasant headwind for the latter part of the course back toward Edinburgh. The road condition in places a bit on the bumpy side, and one or two corners that should perhaps be better signed, but overall it was a nice bike leg to do. Well, at least until you had covered 55 miles, entered Holyrod Park, saw the runners, thought "Yes, transition now!"... then hairpin right and the steepest climb on the course! With 1 mile to go, that was pretty evil.
Regardless, into transition and ready for the run. I have not run AT ALL since February due to injury and so knew that I would be walk/run or have to walk pretty much the entire thing, particularly as I felt I'd pushed the bike leg. Sure enough, walked the hills it was an extremely slow half marathon, got overtaken by all other members from my club, but still stumbled to the line in 6hrs 41mins thanks to the decentish bike & swim.
Apart from the agony from my Plantar Fasciitis in the evening, I thoroughly enjoyed the day, and just happy to complete. Now, diet and rest for a week or two, see if I can't get ahead of this injury and then panic for the last few weeks of training for IM Wales!
A week until IMUK, any other PH racing ?
My first look at fill distance, done a few half. This one I'll a little nervous due to lack of training, had a few close family deaths this year which has impacted me.
On the flip side I'm now charity raising for Rowans Hospice so by hook or crook one way or another I'll get across the finish line.
Just not as fast as I'd hoped.
I'm going into it alittle blindly having never swam the distance, but like most of the stupid events I've signed up for "I'll do it on the day", he says, having also signed up for an Ultra
My first look at fill distance, done a few half. This one I'll a little nervous due to lack of training, had a few close family deaths this year which has impacted me.
On the flip side I'm now charity raising for Rowans Hospice so by hook or crook one way or another I'll get across the finish line.
Just not as fast as I'd hoped.
I'm going into it alittle blindly having never swam the distance, but like most of the stupid events I've signed up for "I'll do it on the day", he says, having also signed up for an Ultra
Sounds good, I like the GCN stuff.
I am probably going to enter the Sundowner 70.3 next month and wing it to some extent. Kept a bit of training up since Lakesman but hoping residual fitness will see me round.
Meanwhile the wife continues to make me look crap in the tri stakes, she has done 3 this year a sprint, a std distance and an iron distance. Been on the podium for all three! She's got a 70.3 next week at Bamburgh, Northumberland. We both did it last year but I am not bothering this year.
I am probably going to enter the Sundowner 70.3 next month and wing it to some extent. Kept a bit of training up since Lakesman but hoping residual fitness will see me round.
Meanwhile the wife continues to make me look crap in the tri stakes, she has done 3 this year a sprint, a std distance and an iron distance. Been on the podium for all three! She's got a 70.3 next week at Bamburgh, Northumberland. We both did it last year but I am not bothering this year.
I was meant to do Frankfurt - but due to a whole host of reasons didn't go.
I have a place to do Weymouth in September - did it last year and had the most perfect sea conditions / weather so lets hope that happens again!!
Also got a place to do Roth next year which I'm super pleased about - and outlaw half too.
Now need to do the actual training !!
I have a place to do Weymouth in September - did it last year and had the most perfect sea conditions / weather so lets hope that happens again!!
Also got a place to do Roth next year which I'm super pleased about - and outlaw half too.
Now need to do the actual training !!
sammyboy said:
More races the better....
I had a good training weekend, 5km of swimming (over 2 different days), 102 mile solo bike with 2000m of climbing and a nice 16mile run last night to finish the weekend. Recovery swim tonight.
Wow - that's a fair bit, makes me feel lazy with only 20 odd miles on the bike and around 10 miles of running (one tempo, one easy)I had a good training weekend, 5km of swimming (over 2 different days), 102 mile solo bike with 2000m of climbing and a nice 16mile run last night to finish the weekend. Recovery swim tonight.
What was ave speed of run/cycle?
johnwilliams77 said:
sammyboy said:
More races the better....
I had a good training weekend, 5km of swimming (over 2 different days), 102 mile solo bike with 2000m of climbing and a nice 16mile run last night to finish the weekend. Recovery swim tonight.
Wow - that's a fair bit, makes me feel lazy with only 20 odd miles on the bike and around 10 miles of running (one tempo, one easy)I had a good training weekend, 5km of swimming (over 2 different days), 102 mile solo bike with 2000m of climbing and a nice 16mile run last night to finish the weekend. Recovery swim tonight.
What was ave speed of run/cycle?
6.25 total time spent on bike (here comes the excuses) although I live in oval in London and it takes me a ages to get out and back to surrey. I did a 4.46 at ride 100 this year and had plenty in the tank (maybe not to run a marathon) but that only had 1000m of climbing and you can draft so I am hoping for around 6.30 bike at Wales.
Run pace was around 5.00 per km with a stop after 1.30 for some sugar. I even managed to find some hills out by crystal palace which was nice.
Im hoping to get a sub 12 at Ironman wales this year, I can comfortably do the times individually but putting them together is an all different ball game.
sammyboy said:
Are you training for anything at the moment?
6.25 total time spent on bike (here comes the excuses) although I live in oval in London and it takes me a ages to get out and back to surrey. I did a 4.46 at ride 100 this year and had plenty in the tank (maybe not to run a marathon) but that only had 1000m of climbing and you can draft so I am hoping for around 6.30 bike at Wales.
Run pace was around 5.00 per km with a stop after 1.30 for some sugar. I even managed to find some hills out by crystal palace which was nice.
Im hoping to get a sub 12 at Ironman wales this year, I can comfortably do the times individually but putting them together is an all different ball game.
Yeah, just a road marathon next month. I am doing about 10hrs of training a week for the last 8-10 weeks (around 50 miles a week running, 5/6hrs + a little light cycling). This takes a bit of commitment, organisation and planning so my hat really goes off to you guys doing triathlons. I won't rule it out in future.6.25 total time spent on bike (here comes the excuses) although I live in oval in London and it takes me a ages to get out and back to surrey. I did a 4.46 at ride 100 this year and had plenty in the tank (maybe not to run a marathon) but that only had 1000m of climbing and you can draft so I am hoping for around 6.30 bike at Wales.
Run pace was around 5.00 per km with a stop after 1.30 for some sugar. I even managed to find some hills out by crystal palace which was nice.
Im hoping to get a sub 12 at Ironman wales this year, I can comfortably do the times individually but putting them together is an all different ball game.
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