The biggest race of my life?

Here I am. Two days out from the biggest race of my life.

The Ironman World Championships. Kona. The birthplace of triathlon and the race every triathlete wants to get to.

The race I never thought I would get to, never seriously considered. It wasn’t even on my radar to be honest.

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Cloud 9 got up and left

The Fluelpass. 2,383 meters above sea level. And cold with it, but too good an opportunity to miss to camp, up high, with impressive glacier views and the hypnotic sound of alpine cattle bells clinking in the misty distance.

Victor and I stopped, just shy of the summit and parked up. I was fully stocked with provisions and ready for a cosy cuppa as the gathering gloom outside hid Victor’s galaxy grey from view. Camouflaged against the rocks, roof lifted, I made a van-type feast and climbed up into bed with thermals on and a woolly hat. Continue reading

Careful where you camp!

I’m never satisfied. Never happy with what I’ve got. I’m always looking to go faster, be leaner, get stronger or simply try out the grass that seems greener on the other side. Living in a van has helped with some aspects of this but when it comes to racing and training I think I’m worse than ever!

A week off a PB ironman performance and I’m already wondering what I should do next (after Hawaii of course). Continue reading

Still on cloud nine!

The days and weeks after an Ironman are always interesting. The physical aches and pains subside quite quickly, the euphoria stays longer, but in creeps a sense of loss, of aimlessness. The post-race blues.

Not this time, for me. Oh no. My race calendar had just been altered and in a way I didn’t think possible. My Cloud 9 was going to hang about a bit 🙂 Continue reading

Ironman Austria

Welcome to my big race of the year. In beautiful Klagenfurt, Austria.

It’s been exactly a year since I entered the race. I did so on the first day of my new life; I left work on the 30th June 2016, promptly entered an Ironman and then left the country in my newly converted campervan to travel the continent, race some tri’s and cycle my bike.

You could say it’s been a year in the making. Certainly the last 6 months of my existence has been focussed on training hard to get to this race in fine fettle. And, aside from an annoying chesty cough, I think I am. Race day will prove it.

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