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It was the last race of the Western CX season, lovecrossed at Chavenage house. I started my last race thinking of retirement and feeling out of place. It was cold and I was feeling out of condition, not having raced for nearly 2 months suffering first from an injury then a chest infection that just robbed me of the ability to ride far less train. I did think of withdrawing, but it was the end of the season and the bike and I ought to give it a last go.

The race started and I was gridded on the front row, but not surprisingly I dropped down from the leaders. The conditions were muddy and to be honest I had to back out of it as my breathing was becoming too ragged, so the tactics became one of trying to carry as much speed as possible round the corners, and it started to become fun again. I managed to pass two riders at the end of the first lap, and I started to regain lost ground, when I carried just a bit too much speed round a corner and the ground rushed up to meet me. This event was novel in that there was a large crowd, so as I hit the ground I could hear a woman take a very dramatic anxious deep breath while the man next to her burst into laughter. It did not hurt as the there was plenty of mud but being committed and clipped in meant it took a long time to unclip get up again etc. And that was my race over part way through lap 2.

The course was long and varied. From the start a boggy piece of grass that was churning nicely, then through a wooded section where a compacted mud line started to form, up and down a couple of ha ha’s along past the other side of the finish line, over the boards with a raving MC, through a sandpit, then a long section with a steep drop followed by a long trudge back up hill, and at the top a long slow drag uphill on muddy grass against the wind to the start. Lovely.

In a away I quite enjoyed it, the lack of performance was annoying as I know I could do better, but the sand pit was not as bad as I thought, low gear and hit it in a straight line with good cadence was the secret. Plus to lift the mood on the last lap I managed to nearly go as fast as my first lap and nearly made a place back while dropping 3 other riders in that drag uphill against the wind. The event had a touch of carnival about it, a young lady went down where I crashed earlier to a great cheer and Si from GCN could be seen racing later getting a lot of stick for not bunny hopping the boards from the crowd/MC.

How did the season end, well I was 12th in league better than I expected, in fact not bad given I only had 8 not 10 counting races (1 lost to illness, and 2 rounds cancelled.) Thoughts of retirement? Perhaps/perhaps not, the issue is injuries take longer and longer to recover from these days. I will be more careful on the rounds I do and importantly the ones I will not. I do need to get my breathing sorted, perhaps borrow a TUE from sky or something so that is under investigation. Denfurlong is one to miss, injuring my hamstring slipping trying to get through that quarry and I should have stopped. The best think about that round was the photo’s of me falling off while failing to power up the banking, the right leg was just not working And in more good news Strava tells me I am at about the same place now as I was in May of last year, so while things have held me back it is a lot better than a broken arm.

I didn’t seem quite as cold this week, but is was definitely dryer which was a start.

I managed to get on the front again at the start but i decided into wind this was not the best place to be, so drifted back slightly into the bunch, i spent much of the race doing this. The 3rd corner onto the return straight was a good place to go into at the front of the bunch or to take very wide, taking it wide i was able to take at steady pace without having to slow down and accelerate  to keep up. A few of the the cat 4 riders did jump on the back of the cat 1’s and 2’s when they came past which did kinda kill our race a bit.

They rest of the race seemed to go quite well until the last lap as we where coming into the 2nd corner another riding touch Ben Parker’s  (Other PC rider) back wheel , he did well to stay up right, this was just in front of me, from what i heard after quite few came down behind.

As we came up to the last corner of few of the riders did push forward, this was again a little to far out for me to have a go as well, i had to hang on to after the corner before having a go as well, not sure on where i placed this time  top 20 ish, i had to use my last bit of energy to get across the line from so far out to even look where i was finishing.

Not a great finish this week but at least was with everyone else again so we are still improving.

Lets have another go in 2 week and see what happens then.

On arrival at the Abingdon airfield it appeared that the weather was going to be OK. No wind and only a little rain. But true to form the airfield had a little surprise for us, it got cold. I don’t think i have shivered as much as i did at the end ever in my life, i was glad i didn’t have to brake to much during the race as i do think i could of as my hands weren’t working left alone my fingers. A lot of the race was ride using “the force ” to miss riders in front cos i couldn’t see due to spray.

The cold 1st started to kick in while we were waiting on the line for commissionaire which was not cold. At last we got the “Go”, i managed to get into the 1st corner 1st  so i managed to settle quite quickly into my own rhythm which i was left to for a short while, but i manged to stay near or on the front for a few more laps after this great start. I then got the corner on to the long straight a little wrong and end going quite wide a dropping back a bit but on this long straight i was able to hang on in and slowly make my way back to towards the front. I was feeling quite comfortable at about 30mins in that i had a little jump off the front which last about 1/2 lap again i was brought back and i settled in behind but at the front. No real attacks for the reminder of the race until the last lap just after the 1st corner a rider did attack and i felt i had enough to go with him, i just tucked in behind him until we got just over half way down the long straight and he slowed up, i felt this was still a little to far for me to have real go on my own and again i was brought in, got round the last bend still up the front. I did managed to time my last effort and i got 6th pretty much on the line.

So from entering this race series last year and getting lapped in 30mins to 6th place in year is pretty good going. Now to see if i can do it again next weekend and maybe better the 6th.

Only the one photo of a very cold me at the end. My photographer wasn’t expecting me to be at the front of the pack. If i do get any others i will update.


I thought it would be good to get one last CX race in before the Crits start again, and back to Abingdon airfield.

Left for the race with a bit of sleet in the air in Swindon, on the journey over to Abingdon it got heavier and whiter. Finally made it to the airfield only to struggle to see where about’s the race was due to the falling snow. When i finally did find it and park up, i manged to plunk up the courage to get out the car and sign on. While signing on the U10/U12’s race was in full flow and fare play to the youngsters some riding past in tears, but still going.

I managed to get change completely in the car ready for the race and headed out to the coarse to have a warm up lap, not sure if i did manage to warm up as the snow had stopped and it was now freezing rain. 1st warm up lap i did wounder what on earth i was doing out in this weather but also thought i am here now so should get on with it.

It was a very cold start to the race with my wheels sliding in every direction except the way i wanted them to go. I made to the penultimate corner before the finish line before a came off for the 1st time. I did manage i few improvements to my line on the next lap, i couldn’t help but keep laughing to my self on the way round. Made to the penultimate corner trying my hardest not to come off which didn’t  work and face planted again in the same place, only this time my chain came off. On the next lap i did mange to fall off in different part of the circuit for a change which i was a bit happier with, on the final lap i came again at another place and thought i am going to struggle to get going again here so thought it would be a good idea to run though that part, it felt and sounded like i was running with flippers on so gave up on that idea and got back on the bike. Then a slippy slidey last part of the coarse to the finish.

It went from hoping to do quite well to just being glad to get round.

The hosing down of the bike at home was fun as i had to hose down my clothes before putting them in the washing machine. I now have patches of the orange mud from the coarse around my garden





OK, so it’s now nearly 7 months since “race day” and if I’m honest I’d forgotten that I hadn’t written a blog post about it – that was until someone came into the shop the other week and told me that not only had she read the first blog (I didn’t think anyone read this stuff!!) but that is was also time to pull my finger out and write up race day!!

So, just to be a little more clichéd, today is 31st December 2017 – so a day we tend to all reflect on the year that’s gone and look towards the future. What better time to write up my one and only event of 2017, and actually think about what’s in store for 2018!!

Right then, race day – lets take you back to the opening line of my first blog post…. “It’s 6am in the morning on Sunday 4th June 2017 – and I’m in a wetsuit, standing in the shallow waters of Keynes Park, what the hell am I doing!!” Yep, that’s how I felt – what the hell am I doing here, this was all a bit real now!!

The morning had gone OK – not that I knew what to expect! I’d left home in plenty of time and headed down to the venue (at Lake 32), thinking I had loads of time to get sorted. Only to sit in a long queue of traffic to get into the venue. That meant my plan of getting the bike down into transition and sorting my kit out before going back to the car to put my wetsuit on went out of the window – I was also parked as far away from the start as possible!! Down in transition I didn’t have a clue what I was doing (really should have thought about this!!). Everyone was there setting their bikes up, laying out their kit etc ready for a fast change. Me, I just hooked my bike on the rack and dumped my bag next to it. I’d figure it out after the swim!!

So, down to the waters edge to get ready to start – I’m in wave one, the idea being that it means I won’t be last out of the water (as there are 7 other waves at 10 minute intervals starting behind me!)! A quick chat with Jason from South West Swim and he puts me at ease, mainly because he suddenly realises he hasn’t got his goggles on his head and goes running off to find them – if that doesn’t lighten the mood, nothing will!! A pre-race brief from event organiser Graeme, and we’re into the water to get ready to start.

There is no point me starting anywhere but the back of the group, I’m going to be one of (if not the) slowest swimmer there. So when the horn goes to signal the start, I’m already 20m behind the front runners!! And that’s it – 1900m of swimming ahead of me. 1900m is a long way!! It took what felt like forever to get round the course, I don’ think I was the slowest from my wave (although not far off) and I got caught by people from both wave two and wave three (who started 20 minutes after me!!). But still, I made it to the exit ramp – and then I experienced something I’d never known before!! Trying to exit the water and get used to being back on my feet – very strange, and feeling a little dizzy!! A huge shout of “GO ON KIRKY” from Luke Campbell (thanks bud) got me into transition to start the next phase of the day.

Transition – personally I would recommend you practice this before event day!! Talk about slow, and really not knowing what I was doing!! My general excuse for for taking nearly 8 minutes to get through T1 is that Graeme needs to install electric hook-up’s into the racking, as it was taking far too long for my kettle to boil for a cuppa!! But in truth, I just didn’t have a clue what I was up to!!

A bit of food, proper cycling shorts on over the top of my tri-suit and a cycling jersey and I’m ready to rock (feet dried, socks and shoes on!!). I jog my bike out of transition (need to pretend I know what I’m doing) and out onto the bike course. Having not ridden my TT bike for over 5 years, I thought it best not to use it on race day – so I’m on my trusty road bike with deep section HED wheels.

The bike course consisted of two laps of a pretty pan-flat route around the waterparks, with just one short / sharp climb up to Hannington. Lap one felt pretty good, I passed a few people and got overtaken by a few more (all on TT bikes I might add), towards the end of lap one I stopped at the feed point on the Latton road to use the loo (had been needing to go since I got out of the water!). I knew Jason Tait would have been out of the water at least 15-20 minutes ahead of me so if I was going to catch him it would be on the bike. I finally saw Jason coming back towards me as we crossed the Spine Road junction, I looked at the clock and it was 10 minutes before I was back here again – so I knew I was still 10 minutes down on him!! Now I was worried, I HAD to catch him on the bike, as he’d been doing a lot more running than me!! I pushed on in the hope of catching him, checking every person I went past to see if it was him!!

Finally, after just under three hours (bang on target) I was back into transition – no sign of Jason anywhere!! T2 was a dam sight quicker than T1 (but still over three minutes) and out onto what I knew would be the hardest part of the event. The “run” – or in my case, flippin long walk with a bit of jogging whenever spectators were in sight!!

The run consisted of three laps, and I had a target time of three hours in my head. At this point I cannot express my gratitude to the amount of support on the side of the road – this is where (for me) the event really stands out. The support was amazing, and the personal support I got from a number of our customers was first class – I really couldn’t have got round without you. At the end of lap one, I saw Luke Campbell, who told me I was ahead of Jason (I didn’t believe him, but it turns out I must have passed Jason when he was on a lap two toilet break on the bike!!) and I finally saw Jason as I was half way round lap two, with Jason coming towards me. Which meant I was either half a lap ahead, or half a lap behind!!

The aid stations and support on the run were much needed, not least the legend that is Dave Alstowe, you can hear his shouts of encouragement (literally!!) a mile off and they are very much needed!!

Coming into the finish, it was great to see my wife and three girls had come out to cheer me home – and I managed to cross the line and not pass out!! There was a HUGE queue for the massage tables, so I left it – I was booked in to see Sarah from Synergy Sports Massage the following day anyway, so I’d leave it for her to try and make me human again!!

And that was it, first triathlon done. My target time for the day had been 7 hours (broken down into 1 hour for the swim, 3 hours for the bike and 3 hours for the run). Which I’m please to say I achieved – with a total time of 6 hours 50 minutes….

Would I do it again? At the time, I wasn’t that fussed – I’d done it now, box ticked. But as time has gone on, I’m keen to know what I could do if I actually did some proper training. I’m sure there’s at least an hour, maybe an hour and a half that could come off that time – which would make it a LOT more respectable. Mostly from the bike and the run!!

So, that’s it. What have a learnt in the process???

  1. Do some training!!
  2. Practice transition, it really isn’t as easy as it looks!!
  3. Don’t under-estimate the power of support (if you’re supporting an event and have said the same thing 100 times, don’t worry those of us doing the event have only heard it once – and we appreciate it every time).
  4. Dare I say it, this triathlon lark is strangely addictive!!

Sorry for the long post, but it was a long day!!

Time now to decide what 2018 holds, maybe another crack at the 113, maybe something shorter (an Olympic distance event). Who know’s – but I’ve got to make plans soon, 2018 is less than 10 hours away!!!

Western League and Welsh League combined…

So its been a while since my last update and a lot of things have happened since the last round in Hengrove. Work getting in the way mainly, illness and a new bike!

My first race back was Rd 8 of the Western League at Purdown, having not raced for a little while and I’d heard rumours about the course and its ‘hill’ I was a little apprehensive. The ‘hill’ didnt disappoint, also the fact it was about 300yds after the start was pretty emotional on the first lap! Legs fully loaded with lactic acid after about a minute of racing wasn’t ideal and as they say ‘what goes up, must come down’ which we certainly did further round the lap. A tight corner leading into a steep off camber grassy downhill section was the scene of many a crash. Fortunately for me they happened all around me but didnt affect me in any way. As the race progressed I got stronger and managed my self well around the lap. My result of 21st was a pleasant surprise but also a bit disappointing just being out of the top 20.

Due to work commitments I was unable to race in the next Western round, but was able to enter the Welsh League in Abergavenny. This coincided with the 2nd Rd of the HSBC National Series. The course was amazing, very professionally laid out and taped off and TV towers dotted around with full commentary. Some familiar faces from the Western League were amongst the starters, which gave me some targets to aim for. I really enjoyed this course which was fast and technical with only 1 large open field exposed to the wind. A result of 23 in a large and strong field with people from all over the country racing was very pleasing, especially beating some of the usual ‘league’ suspects by some margin on the day. The other benefit of living only 5 mins away from the venue was coming back to watch Tom Pidcock the reigning World U23 champion, school everyone the following day by riding away from the field and doing his now infamous victory wheelie across the line.

The next race was back in the Western League, Rd 10 at Lockleaze. Not my best! After a couple of reasonable results I was hoping to crack the ‘20’ barrier and get into the teens. How wrong I was, I went back wards from the start pretty much. I got away well and was about 12th going into the first corner, but as soon as we hit the open fields I had no power to keep with the group. The race turned into surviving not being lapped which I did by the skin of my lycra shorts! The last rider to make it over the line before the leaders finished! Very disappointing and a massive dose of reality that I’m not strong enough or fit enough to be competitive, finishing 26th!

So the next and final race of this blog update was back in the Welsh League, again due to work commitments. So up the heads of valleys road I went not sure what to expect. What I found was an absolute mud bath! Along with tight technical trails with steep climbs and fast rocky sections, with people suggesting in the paddock that you’d be better off on a MTB! Due to the parking being to far away for me to change the tires on my bike I had no other option but to ride on intermediate tires along with not being able to ride the course due to access it was a complete lottery how this was going to turn out! Well by far this has been my best race! Finishing 10th overall, which could of been 6th if it wasn’t for the dropped chain halfway round the last lap which allowed 4 riders past me, which I’d worked so hard to pass in previous laps. That said the course was definitely suited to me, with technical riding and risky descents, and no long fields requiring loads of power!

So I’m still learning in my first season, I’m also picking up a couple of injuries which are either from running into other bikes when dismounting or picking up aductor strains from swinging the leg over the bike during the race and probably not cooling down and stretching enough after the race! All things I can work on and improve over the winter and into the spring!

My next 2 races are going to be in the Welsh League again due to work commitments and the 2nd one will actually be the Welsh National CX Championships. So if you want to know more about my exploits in CX and fancy giving it a go then catch up with me on a Saturday club ride.

*Sorry no pictures as I cant work out how to upload them at the moment!!!*

As i arrived to Oxford Brookes University i was a little shocked at how many people where around for the cyclo cross, a lot more of a family type of crowd compared with the crit races i have been to, and all seemed friendlier as well

I was able to get a warm up lap in before the start, there where a couple of parts that i was a little worried about and they where the double dips going into the wood and a small log towards the end of wooden section.

I was right at the back of a large group for the start, the group did seem to get strung out quite quickly and i found myself right at the back so when we made it round to the double dips we where at a complete stop but did manage to get going again, i did take it quite steady through the woods, still trying to find the legs if you like. I was now towards the real back of the race, i then manged to move a few p[laces up the field on the start finish start and back round. I had managed to move a couple of places back up the field. On the nest visit to double dips i did manage to ride through them which was good, i was now in a small group[ behind one ride who did over cook it on on the corners in front of me, i was unable to stop it time and might have ridden over his back wheel, at least it wasn’t him. Again i was able to catch another couple of riders and over take them on the start finish line, but i had now a very large gap between me and any one else to chase, 30 mins in the race the race leader came flying pass, which did give me a point to try and chase. The now to the finish was just me riding and getting slightly quicker times as well.

So for my first daylight cyclo cross race a position of 52nd and 62 i think not a bad result. After seeing how friendly it all was i might if i can get my kids to come along and i can get a few more races in as well.

Time for a mid season update on the Cross season. School report card, managed to improve handling, health a bit ropy, fitness pah, needs to focus more on cycling than the rest of life. It has been busy lately so sorry not much time for many things, work and non-cycling life just gets in the way.

Finished the Supermarine series, and was joined by Myles who added to challenge. Second last race I went off on a flying start and dived for what I thought was a great opportunity to get tangled in tape, lost lots of places. Managed to adjust bike position and get good tyre pressure so I had confidence to corner, great feeling when you can feel the grass rip but not loose grip. near end struggled with breathing due to cold and lost out to Myles as he blasted past using his strength. Last race change of tactic. Safe but slower start, picked up places, went past Myles as he slid wide, he powered passed me again, went past him as he slid wide, and once again he later powered past me. Tried lining him up for mid corner pass, thought better of it but next corner he went wide so dived through for him to give me a friendly nudge from the rear. Held on for photo finish with another cyclist. When Myles sorts out his cornering I am toast ?

Western League, three races. Stroud a race that felt like it was all uphill, cold was fully in chest so lungs not good. On last practice lap I tried to take a quicker line through some man made humps to take a flying crash to ground in front of crowd. That did me and the bike no good, and from that point on it kept on trying to drop the chain. My first ever experience of being gridded was good and someone kindly pointed out I had shipped my chain, before the start. It was a long ride uphill and the bit through the woods was interesting and dusty. In the end I did manage to ride all the course, even the tight uphill part. I did not like the boards being on a downhill and the chicane to slow us down just meant my line was never correct. 12th from memory.

Next race, Bristol Purdown. Two fields separated by a fairly big steep hill with a muddy climb. And just to make it harder they put boards at the bottom of the muddy ascent. Good start (being on the front row helps) and I spent most of the race keeping just ahead of the winner of the ladies race. A trick off camber descent was fun, the possibility of tumbling the whole way down was there and I did have a trip through the brambles one time on the way down. But that hill was a killer, it took me most of the lap to get my breath back. Phil was there going well and he shot past me as I wheezed around still suffering from that cold. 13th from memory.

Last race Bristol Lockleaze. At last my cold was gone and I enjoyed this course last time out. Second row at the start but I was swamped and on the first few corners got boxed in so fell down the field. A quick dive into a ramp then corner was not appreciated by one rider but there was space and a clear gap. From then on it got better, with a chance to grab spaces on the way. I was feeling good and passed the leader of the ladies race then the rear of the bike was all over the pace, the tyre almost flat. I limped to the pits to find the tyre was soggy so spotting a track pump I blew it up as hard as I could while a member of the public quizzed me on try pressures. I set off to at least get some exercise from the day. I felt terrible skipping and thumping over bumps but we were moving. I stopped next lap as I thought it was flat again, the opposite it was so hard it was thumping and skipping over bumps. Gethin kindly rushed over and offered to help but I decided to ride on. It survived all the way till I got home, next morning, flat again. I was not last but 28th of 38 felt like a waste. Oh and once again Phil lapped me.

I am going to have a gap from racing now, I have nearly doubled the points I have ever scored already, but lets be honest I am no race star and midfield on a good day. Also I miss things like club rides, at the weekend due, only time for one cycling thing at the weekend. Training has re-started with an FTP session. And some pictures.
Trying not to fall off at Stroud
The boards it felt elegant it looks Benny Hill
Getting up that hill
Walking up the hill, look I was ahead of Pete for a few nanoseconds

With Storm Brian landing on the Saturday morning, Abingdon airfield was always going to be a fun day out, sure even when i went to get of the car at the airfield the wind hit me, almost so much i wanted to stay in the car, but i had already got up and got there so so went and signed on.

I went for a warm up ride around the coarse, it was a circuit i had not ridden at the airfield before so i was glad i did go out and not ride on a turbo by the car.

The long back straight was going to be really fun with quite a fast right turn on to it and it to wind and a small distance after it a large landing light in the middle of the landing strip which was to be marked with a cone and Marshall.

I got to the line shortly before the 9 start, and we had chance for another warm up lap due to it take slightly long for everyone to get out to the start line. This gave me a chance to see how everyone else would be looking at taking these corners.

The organisers requested that we had some break this week to make the race a bit more exciting as they where going to be filming some of it.

Right from the start there where a few breaks through, i was just mainly try to hang on in the group. It was within the first few laps the right hand turn onto the long straight did prove to be a bit tricky for everyone with lots of white lines as well turning into the wind, one time a rider just in front me forgot about the cone and marshall hiding the landing light and grabbed his brakes which was a bit of panic moment but all ended up ok. Coming down the straight it did seem like there was now where to hide from the wind.

Going in to the penultimate  i ended up on the front for nearly the whole lap i think i lost concentration as i was getting excited about actually finishing a race, i lead our now small group onto the long straight and i then came back to thinking sensibly and did slow a little which was quite easy with the head wind, think if it was to slow someone else would go and i could jump on the back, after the others had gone in front, one of them did ask if i had another rider in the group head. I should have just said i did want to bury my self this close to the end. As we came on the start/finish line for the last time i did feel my legs go about 200 meters from the finish i managed to keep them going as i did i di see another couple of riders do the same thing and just manage to finish in front of them. After finishing and feeling quite good that i have now managed to finish a race with the a group, i had turned around and was now heading back to see another few riders still coming along up to the finish, So really did do quite well. A good end to the 2017 season. Started off a long long  way behind a CAT 4 race and now finishing in a group of a CAT 3 & 4 race.

Bring on 2018 and see if i can improve on just finishing.



It’s 6am in the morning on Sunday 4th June 2017 – and I’m in a wetsuit, standing in the shallow waters of Keynes Park, what the hell am I doing!! The answer, in short, is my first ever triathlon – and I’ve picked the 1/2 ironman distance Cotswold 113 to dip my toe in the water!!

Let’s backtrack a bit, and try and answer that question – what the hell am I doing here!!

Well, for the last few years I’ve been trying to find something to give me the kick I need to get back on the bike and do some riding – the problem being (and this sounds very big headed!!) having done the Etape twice with no training, I needed to find something to scare me into doing some training for it, otherwise I just won’t bother!! That, and it was about time I found out what all this “triathlon” fuss was about!!

So in late 2016 I got my entry in for the Cotswold 113 – a locally based 1/2 ironman distance event run by Graeme Hardie of 113 Events in Swindon. His events are known for being really relaxed, and the perfect event for a total novice like me!! Albeit for people that have actually done some training!!

So, 1st January and it was time to start doing some training, and it started off OK – I got in the pool a few times and realised I couldn’t swim very well!! I couldn’t do 100m, let alone the 1900m I’d need to do come June 4th!! Thankfully local open water swim coach (and fellow 113 first-timer) Jason Tait from South West Swim was on hand to give me some (for that read A LOT!!) of pointers – and make sure I didn’t drown!! I event got in a few runs and the odd bike ride, so all was looking good.

Then, the Cotswold Spring Classic sportive started getting near – and when that happens everything goes out of the window and I focus on getting that event right for those taking part. It didn’t help that I picked up a knee injury from trying to start running with a 5k run – rather than building it up slowly!! So that meant swimming, cycling and running stopped – completely!! Any improvement I had made had been un-done very quickly!!

Before I know it, it’s mid-April (6 weeks out from the event) and I’ve not done anything for over five weeks – apart from the odd ride to work (10 miles each way!). I’m in trouble!!

Time to get in the lake and give this open water swimming a go – I’ve got a wetsuit (thank you Orca!) and I’m ready to use it!! What a disaster!! Down at Lake 32 there’s a 400m course marked out – it took an age to get round, most of it breast stroke rather than front crawl!! Not good!!

Over the next six weeks I got in a good number of swims, trying to build up the distance – and a few bike rides too. But no runs – there was no point buggering my knee up again, so I’d just leave the running till the day!! Afteral, I’ve been walking for 36 years – how hard can it be to jog / walk 13 miles!!!!!!!!!

Four weeks out from the event, and I thought it was time to get myself checked out to make sure I can make it through the event!! So I booked myself in with Sarah at Synergy Sports Massage for a once over – and the result, I’m in a mess!! Tight ham strings, buggered hip flexors and a bad back & shoulders. This is going to be interesting!!

Two weeks out I do my longest ride by far – a whole 54 miles, and the full bike course for the event!! Hardly big training!! It’s not going well, the swimming is still a massive struggle and although I’m doing more swimming than anything else, I’m still not able to go any real distance front crawl before having to stop for a break / switch to breast stroke!!!

10 days out – enter Jason Tait (South West Swim) who’s doing the event as well, and I get a swimming lesson in the lake from him. A bit of help with sighting, and a lot of help with pacing – even to the point we change my stroke / breathing rotation!! Nothing like leaving it a little late!! Jason is doing the 113 as well, and hasn’t done much cycling – although he’s done more running than me. Will be interesting to see if I can catch him on the bike, as he’ll be out of the water in about 1/2 the time I am!!!

Final week, and there’s not much point doing any more!! Might as well leave it till Sunday now. Haven’t practised transition yet – how hard can it be!! Let’s leave that till the day, I’ll just make sure everything I’ve got is in my bag and make sure I put it on before I get on the bike!!

Sunday 4th June 2017 – 4am, alarm goes off. No backing out now!! Get up without waking the kids (or dog!!), have some breakfast and head off to the race.

Next up, part two of zero to 113 in six weeks – race day (at least doing some swimming / cycling and running with a number on!!).

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