It seems I’m a glutton for punishment. Not learning my lesson from last year, I enter another 10K swim. At least this one had cake.
Tempting as it is to pretend that, despite sore legs and peeling sunburn, Ironman Lanzarote never happened I need to dig deeper.
A long look at the many mistakes made while racing Ironman Lanzarote this year.
As Ironman Lanzarote approaches, I attempt to get an insight into how the day might go. In the process I gain a little optimism.
I opened the curtains in our Tenby apartment to be greeted by a bright and sunny morning, the air was still and the sea was calm, I could only hope for conditions like this on race day, in seven months time. We were lucky, many a childhood summer has been spent on British beaches, sheltering […]
Bags packed, breakfast eaten, kit on – ready to go. Then my phone rang. It was Aurelie, the GB Team masseuse, letting me know the swim had been cancelled. It was unconfirmed and seemed unlikely; the weather was colder, but we’d been in Lake Mead without a wetsuit two days before. Tension broken, our schedule […]
I’ve been registered, briefed, checked in, briefed again, photographed and finally I can relax; there’s nothing more to do between now and 7:30am. Nerves have yet to kick in. I remain ambivalent about the event – knowing I’ll race as hard as I can, but not fired up. I don’t know how long this casual […]
I’m not actually certain I can claim to be in Las Vegas when I’ve yet to enter a casino; I’ve remained in the suburbs of Henderson and have yet to venture to The Strip. I last visited a decade back, staying in the Luxor hotel at the heart of the city; a long weekend was […]
I didn’t enjoy Kona much this year – I wasn’t there. I hate to admit it, but I followed the event with jealousy; I’ve only been twice, but after a few years trying to qualify it has become part of my season. Each blog I read or podcast I listened to made me more determined […]
No race review is complete without examining the data collected over the event. Power, pace and heart rate give me a good indication as to what happened during a tough day out. After a month without training I had no idea what to expect – I was racing blind. With no real sense of fitness […]