Sunday, 26 May 2013

Illness, injury and #stupidfeet


I always suffer from a lack of training mojo after an event. After London it was a full 14 days until I trained again as a general malaise had descended. In fact in the month following London I trained a total of 4 times.

So I planned some downtime post Mallorca ( to combat this. I planned on not training for the three days following Mallorca however my body had other ideas. The head-cold I picked up from the Mrs which didn't appear until after the race decided to take advantage of my weary body. It developed into laryngitis and following a trip to the doctors I was prescribed antibiotics. Cue forced rest.

Since I started this quest I have never been that good at being forced to rest through illness. I constantly feel like I am losing out on valuable training time and get frustrated at not being able to train.

The laryngitis is starting to get better with the aid of medication but the head-cold hasn't improved much. I still feel tight in the chest and the two weeks off training have done me no favours in my Outlaw preparations.


Now for the slightly better news, I went to the physio to see how serious my heel pain was. It transpires that it is not a huge disaster. It wasn't as bad as I feared. I feared the dreaded Plantar Fasciitis that is the bane of so many runners. Had it been PF then my quest to complete the Outlaw would be over for this year.

Thankfully (well I say thankfully as I have no choice but to embrace this hiccup) it is only achilles tendinitis. Achilles tendinitis struck me down last year for from February until May and stopped me running for nearly four months. This time the achilles tendinitis is not affecting the whole of the tendon like last time, it is only affecting the part of the tendon which joins to the bone. I hope that through careful management involving stretching and if needed more trips to the physio I can make the start line at the Outlaw.

I've made a decision regarding the Outlaw. If I don't think I can complete it I will not start the race. The swimming and bike still do not phase me. There is no point starting if I don't think my body is able to finish. The only thing that will stop me completing is this injury and I can guarantee each and every one of you that I will do my damnedest to make the start line.

The following quote from Ironman co-founder John Collins sums up my thoughts regarding the race and this is why I will only start if I know I can finish.


I mentioned to my physio that I had been through 8 pairs of trainers since January (one of which I have destroyed) trying to find a pair which did not cause blisters and that my Mrs thought a podiatrist could be the solution. He thought this was a good idea and reccomended I go to the one at Accelerate in Sheffield. I had to go to Accelerate anyway to return my destroyed trainers so it was not an out of the way journey. I booked my appointment for Thursday evening. The podiatrist from Holywell Healthcare inspected my feet and watched me run in numerous pairs of trainers to try to ascertain what the problem was. The appointment with the podiatrist lasted over an hour and involved me trying on about 10 pairs of trainers in Accelerate.

In summary I have an extremely mobile first metatarsal and when I run it is this mobility which causes the arch of my foot to rub against the side of my trainers which in turn causes friction which causes the blisters. The podiatrist doubts whether orthotics could solve this problem and suggested I first try a new pair of trainers. I found a pair of trainer in Accelerate which appear to not rub that much. If theese trainers do not work then the podiatrist suggests I try orthotics as a last resort.

So now I am onto my ninth pair of trainers for 2013 and now own some New Balance 1080v3 trainers.

If these do not produce blisters I will be buying several pairs, if they do well I will have to buy orthotics and then I can run in whichever trainers I feel like running in which would be Skechers Go Run as they are so light and cushioned. 

The podiatrist signed off from my appointment by stating and I quote "You have unusual feet" so there you go I have been saying on Twitter that I have #stupidfeet and been getting mocked for it but I do just have #stupidfeet.

Fingers crossed my new trainers don't cause blisters. I have been for three runs in them and have so far only felt a very small rubbing. I am building up slowly and so far am up to 5km with no blisters. If they rub I will then try Compeed and KT tape with a view to having a blister free existence.

General update

Due to the illness I have done very little training. In fact I have only just reassembled my bike. I went for a 27 mile bike ride on Saturday, 55 miles was on the training plan but I cut this short as I have just fitted a new saddle to my bike.  The new saddle is an ISM Adamo Prologue and I've bought it as I have been feeling a lot of pain during long rides and ISM claim their saddles counter this by taking pressure off the perineum.

During Mallorca I realised that I do not work hard enough on the bike after I lost 1700 places on the bike leg. During my training bike ride I tried to work harder and posted my second best average speed of 17.1mph. Given this was combined with my new saddle I was chuffed to bits. I bricked this with a 20 minute negative split run and was chuffed as this was in my new trainers, the run was blister free as well.

I'm hoping that this week I can go back to training in line with my plan as there is only 6 weeks until the Outlaw. Jeez how quick do these triathlons come round? It seems only two seconds ago since I booked the Outlaw last September.

If you're new to this blog, I am not doing this just for personal achievement I am also raising money for charity. My chosen charity for this year is HHHO. If you would like to sponsor me you can via my Justgiving page at the following address  

Thanks for reading,


Monday, 13 May 2013

My first half Ironman

On Saturday 11th May 2013 I competed in my first half ironman. The venue was the port town of Alcudia in Mallorca. A long time ago I had decided to complete this race as a it is a favourite with my old training partners from RG Active.

This blogpost will evolve when I get back home and manage to add photos but at the moment I am scribing on my iPad.

If you want the short version I competed the event. If you want the long version in blow by blow detail please read on.

I arrived in Mallorca on Tuesday and was relieved to get my bike back. I turn into a nervous wreck from the moment I leave my bike in one country until I am reunited with it on the other side. I dread to think what could happen to it in transit. It could get lost or damaged and I would be gutted. After me and the Mrs had arrived at the hotel I reassembled my bike with no real dramas. I even managed to reconnect the derailleur hanger which I took off for the flight. After my bike was rebuilt and I had unpacked. It was time to explore Alcudia. The transition area was a three minute walk away from the hotel and was already starting to take shape as it was fenced off. One thing struck me immediately. The transition area was huge. The rest of Tuesday was spent chilling out.

My bike had a tiring flight
The first Ironman 70.3 sign I saw
On Wednesday I got up and decided to go for a run around Alcudia. There were numerous reasons for this. They were

A. see how my calf was holding up following the tightness from the weekend
B. see how hot running in Alcudia was
C. see how humid Alcudia is
D. see if my trainer choice was the right one. The regular readers will know I have struggled with finding a suitable pair of trainers that don't cause me to suffer from blisters on runs greater than 4 miles in length. At the last count I am on my 8th pair of trainers since the 1st January. I am currently running in a pair of Pumas. I am struggling to get used to the lack of cushioning but they were the only pair I brought away as to date they haven't caused me to blister. My preferred running trainers do cause me to blister so I left them at home.

During my run I noticed that the Ironman machine was gaining pace. Since 4pm the day before, buoys had been placed in the sea, bike racks had been built. The event had an autonomy about it as I hadn't seen anyone working and a lot had happened last night.

Transition Area evolving
The Ironman machine had arrived
My run was a quick 2 mile jaunt running at 10min/mile pace, I purposely kept the mileage down after receiving some advice from Lucy Gossage. I can live with the pace I managed in the heat but it was only 8am. Towards the end of my run I noticed that familiar feeling in my left arch and knew my trainers were aggravating my foot. NOT AGAIN!

Stats from first run
When I got back from my run. I spent most of the rest of the day chilling out by the pool. I mostly managed to not burn in the sun which was a result. Unfortunately I burnt through my hair. In the afternoon i played volleyball at the hotel, the staff at this particular hotel put on activities to keep the inmates entertained. My wife was petrified that i would break myself, which is really cute. After the temperatures had dropped I took my bike out for a spin to make sure the gears were working fine. They were thankfully.

Thursday marked the day that some of my old training partners would be turning up from RG Active but I had all the morning to do with as I saw fit. I went for another two mile run to see how my hot spot from yesterday was. It starting to rub again. Not good when I had a half marathon to run in 2 days.

I got up on Thursday with a scratchy throat. Uhoh a sure fine sign of impending lurgy. Just what you need two days before you push your body further than it has ever gone before. My wife had come down with an illness at the weekend and ended up sleeping on the couch so as not to hamper my chances of completing my half ironman by passing the illness to me. Her illness took three days to fully develop so there was an outside chance I would be fine for the race.

We spent the morning chilling by the pool and made our way down to the registration and ironman expo. I was meant to register with my mates but as there wasn't a queue I took advantage of this. The registration process was flawless. It took all of four minutes and I left with a race pack containing my race number, three transition bags, a chip token, an official programme and a rucksack to keep it all in. At the expo I ended up buying some running socks (to hopefully cure my blister worries on race day) a cap to protect my sunburnt head and a T-shirt containing all the names of the competitors. We than went out for tea with my friends. It was good to catch up with them and meet some new people.

Ironman Rucksack
Bike number
Race wristband
Friday lurgy update - throat still scratchy but no worse so race is still on.

On the Friday I got up and went for my first sea swim in Alcudia. I had planned to meet my friends at 10am. As I was putting my wetsuit on, disaster struck. It ripped in four places. As this suit was new I was more than a little pissed off about this. The suit cost me a considerable amount of money and it was only my third wear. I will be taking this up with the manufacturers as one of the seams has also started to come apart. Not what you expect for £350. None of the rips went the full way through the neoprene but this is not the point. I then jogged through Alcudia in my half on wetsuit and got some weird looks. Honestly is someone running through the streets in a wetsuit such a random sight for a Friday morning? I got to the triathlon expo to get some wetsuit glue. By the time I had repaired the tears I had missed my 10am meeting time so went for a swim alone. I don't mind this as it give me time to think. I set a blistering pace in the 1km that I swam. The fastest I have ever swum. I managed to set a new pb of just over 15 minutes and for the first time felt really good sighting. After the swim I got back to the hotel and started to prepare for the race. I have never had to rack the day before so it felt weird getting my head into race mode.
New PB for swim
I had to pack my three transition bags. One for the swim to bike transition, one for the bike to run transition and one for the clothes I would like to wear on completion. I even had to get out the stuff I planned to wear in the swim to ensure I didn't forget anything. I packed for every weather eventuality except rain. This may not have been my wisest move given my previous rainy experience but it is Mallorca after all. I checked rechecked and checked again what I had packed as I didn't want to forget anything. My Mrs was so patient and even helped check the items in the bags. I then organised my race nutrition for the bike and run.
Aide memoire for racking
When everything was packed I made my way to transition with my bike and my numerous bags. Racking my bike was a doddle, I let some air out of my tyres to reduce the risk of tyre damage due to heat. I dropped off my bags at the relevant rack and collected my chip. I then made my way to the race briefing. I paid a lot of attention to the race rules as I didn't want a DQ in my first Ironman 70.3 race. After the race briefing it was time to relax.
Racked bike
I carb loaded like a machine on Friday afternoon and evening. I can't remember the last time I consumed so much pasta.

One of my many plates of pasta
Fast forward a few hours and bedtime ensued. Could I sleep? Could I balls. A combination of pre race nerves and a noisy bar next to the hotel meant I must have only managed 4 hours of sleep. Not the best prep for any race let alone a half ironman.


Lurgy update - nothing to report I'm still racing.

Now for the interesting bit about this post.

I woke up and felt lethargic. I had to force down two slices of toast. I only perked when I had consumed my pre race caffeinated drink. I got dressed and made my way to transition. After pumping up my bike tyres and three pee breaks. I was time to get changed into my wetsuit. Cue another two tears. Harrumph.

After I had half put on my wetsuit I made my way down to the beach and managed to catch the pro start at 8am. I then said my goodbyes to the Mrs and got her to zip up my wetsuit.


Given swimming is my strength I manoeuvred my way to a good position for the swim start. Near the front. I then went through my pre race checks to make sure I have remembered everything.

Wetsuit check, swim hat check, goggles check, dropped wedding ring off with Mrs. Oh chuff. I had forgotten to do this. I never swim in open water in my wedding ring for fear of losing it. I then exited the start area and frantically searched for my wife. I couldn't see her anywhere. What to do? What to do?

Do I

A. put wedding ring inside my trisuit
B. put wedding ring on my other hand
C. put wedding ring on middle finger and worry about getting it off later.

I decided C was the best option and had just managed to put it on my middle finger when I spotted my wife. After a minute of trying to remove my ring it came off. I handed this to my wife with a minute to spare before the race start. I had lost my good position for the race start but had ensured I wouldn't lose my wedding ring. A small price to pay.

The gun went off and I jogged down to the water. I waded up to above my knees and then dived into the water. Given my start was now near the back I had a lot of work to do to get clear water. I started out on the extreme left but swam over to the right as there was more space there. After 400m of stop start swimming while I was in the washing machine I broke free and found clear water. Now my race could start. There was a swimmer of similar speed swimming alongside me who could not swim straight. I found this frustrating but could not drop him. I reached the turn and overtook him but couldn't stay ahead of him and he then proceeded to cut me up a lot on the way back in. I exited the water in 31 minutes and change and had my wetsuit around my waist before I had left the water. This is the fastest I have ever swum this distance in. I'll take that given the difficulties I had in breaking free. In my next triathlon I intend on starting at the front.


I'll freely admit to walking up the beach, not through tiredness but I always suffer from dizziness post swim and didn't want to turn an ankle on the sand. I made my way into T1 and took off my wetsuit hat and goggles, I then towelled off my feet before applying socks, I put on my extra shorts and my shoes and my cycling top. I then applied suncream to everywhere that was left exposed (or so I thought. I forgot the area of leg between calf guard and shorts) I put all my swim stuff in my bag and dropped this off with staff and jogged to my bike.

I picked up my sunnies and put them on then it on my helmet before I touched my bike. No DQ for me. I then took my bike to the mount line. Oh crap I'd forgotten to put the number belt on. It was still on my hoods. In my haste to not block the exit I pulled my number belt apart and then spent three minutes repairing it. Sometime I am so clumsy. I finally managed to start pedalling.

Approaching the T1 exit

I was lucky enough to have ridden the bike course in March so knew mostly what to expect. A coast side ride to Pollença, a slight incline to Lluc, a neverending relenting climb of 11km where you gain 850 vertical metres then a technical downhill and then pancake flat to Alcudia.

Starting the 90km bike ride
Okay so I've made that sound easier than it was but I was prepared.

The ride to Pollença flew past. I even overtook some people. What was I doing? I don't overtake people on the bike. The weather for the climb out of Pollença was good and the slight ascent passed without incident if you overlook the fact I got overtaken loads by people on TT bikes. After you reach have climbed out of Pollença, you start the 11km climb to Lluc. I had ridden this in March without stopping and was determined to do the same this time round. I remembered a lot about this climb including where all the false summits where. There were three of these which in March had lured me into a false sense of accomplishment. You wouldn't catch me out this time. I had written the following mantras on my bike bottle for this climb to spur me on. "SHUT UP LEGS" and "PAIN IS TEMPORARY". These helped me in the dark moments of the climb.

My mantras for the bike
The climb is just a long slog. It is not that steep that it causes any real issues but it is just relentless. After about 3km I noticed a rider at the side of the road (Tracey was her name. Isn't it amazing the details you remember while racing). I shouted encouragement to her and in doing set myself a precedent. I would endeavour to spur on or talk to every rider I passed. Being nice doesn't cost anything and hopefully the riders found it nice. When I reached the top I was relieved as I had completed the hardest part of the bike ride and knew barring any technical difficulties I would make it to the run.

I started the technical descent towards Caimari. Again I had completed this in March so knew when to expect. It is very twisty on the way down with multiple hairpins. After I had completed approximately 2/3 of the descent and was approaching a hairpin I was aware of a rider on my shoulder. I couldn't take the line I wanted to because of him. I was running wide and heading for the outside edge of the hairpin. To make matters worse my back wheel locked up. Cue fish tailing at 40km/h. Not my finest moment. I managed to regain control of my bike and just in time. This could have ended very differently with an unknown drop on the otherside of the protective stones. I took the rest of the descent very cautiously as the adrenaline coursed through my veins.

After I reached the Caimari I knew the descent was complete so it was back to pedalling. The next 42km flew by without a problem. I set an average speed of over 30km/h for this section which included the descent but still this is the quickest speed I have managed to maintain for long. My nutrition strategy must have been working. A gel every 30 mins and an energy bar every hour. It's good that I have perfected this. There was a kick in the nuts at about 65km in the shape of a steep ascent which I had not envisaged. It was very short but very steep and caught several riders out as it was after a 90 degree bend. I made my way to transition without any further incident and completed the 90km in a time of 03:39 which was inside the four hours that I thought it would take me. Get in.

During the bike ride I realised something. I have been debating buying a TT bike next year providing I still get enjoyment from triathlon but on this bike ride whilst watching riders who overtook me I realised that I do not have the power or cadence to make such a costly expenditure worthwhile, I will not be able to reap the benefits. I will persevere with my current bike and if my power improves will reconsider but for now I need to learn to get the most out of my Trek Madone. If anyone feels like donating me a TT bike I wouldn't say no but I need to improve my riding as a whole before spending money on a new bike. I think I need to spend time in the gym.

I will apologise in advance for the next few paragraphs which are a bit of a rant.

At the race briefing on Friday there were lots of rules but some in particular stood out to me. I consider myself to be an honest person and Did not want a DQ in my first half ironman.

The two rules which stuck out to me were.

1. No drafting. You must maintain a 10m long gap between you and the bike in front. If you move into this gap you have 30 seconds to overtake the rider in front.

This seemed quite simple to me I obeyed this rule throughout my 90km ride. If someone of similar pace overtook me I either braked or stopped pedalling to get this 10m gap back as quickly as possible. I think some of the other riders got confused between this which is a non drafting WTC race and the ITU races which are draft legal as on several occasions I got passed by packs of up to 20 riders. I say packs as they were hunting down slower riders. As you are all aware I do 95% of my training alone so am used to having to slog it out in headwinds but I do know the benefits of peloton riding. If you can stay in a peloton every rider except the lead rider will burn around 20% less energy as they are in a slip stream. This really annoyed me as I pedalled my way through the bike course honestly and yet there were some rider who blatantly cheated. In my opinion I earnt my finishers medal and can sleep soundly. They didn't earn their medal as they were dishonest and should have difficulty looking at themselves in the mirror unless they take intravenous horlicks to be able to sleep. I hoped that the mobile marshals would catch these cheats out but I doubt if they did.

2. No littering at any point. I knew this was expected so took it upon myself to construct something which mean I wouldn't be able to littler. This item worked a dream and I didn't litter once. I understand accidents happen but I witnessed people blatantly littering without a care in the World for the consequences. This rule if broken and caught resulted in instant DQ and rightly so as litter on the road is dangerous as it could lead to a puncture or loss of traction. Thankfully I escaped unscathed from this blight but out of 3200 riders I doubt all were as lucky. Wthi the amount of detritus I witnessed on the road I was ashamed to call myself a triathlete. Mallorca is a beautiful place and does not need 3200 triathletes polluting it.

Rant over.


I made my way to the dismount line with my feet outside of my shoes and jogged to my racking point. I droopedd off my bike and jogged to the bag rack and change tent. Cue more suncream and a change of clothes and once my bottle belt had been fastened around my waist I was on my way.


I felt strong at the start of the run and breezed through the first mile in 10:20. I was physically tired at this point so decided to use the run 1 mile walk 1 minute strategy. This was going well until 1.9 miles when I felt a burning sensation in my left arch. Stupid feet. I stopped at 2 miles and applied a Compeed to each foot. If I'd known I was going I get blisters I would have worn my favourite spongey trainers rather than my uncushioned Puma. They are a lot less forgiving to my 15 stone frame. At this point I thought a sub 7 hour finish might be possible

I felt strong at the start of the run
I set off again and was going well for another 0.5 miles when all of a sudden all I saw was sky. Yes again I had managed to turn my ankle and perform a ninja roll. The person I had been talking to stopped to make sure I was ok. While I was on my back facing the wrong way I got cramp in both my hamstrings. Oh great. There was no way I was going to be moving quickly. I told the other racer to continue. After about a minute of stretching I gingerly set off run walking but my momentum had gone. The wind had left my sails. I wanted the ground to open up and this sufferfest to be over. I had 10.5 miles to go to complete. Time to dig in and use that "I CAN" attitude. The rest of the run was not pleasant and consisted of more walking than running. At the end of each lap you get an armband. These were so momentous on my journey. They represent 4.4 miles less to travel and 4.4 miles further into the hurt locker. They were bitter sweet and I couldn't wait to get the next one.

I was not in a very positive place until nearly 9 miles. I had not seen my friends or Mrs and needed some moral support. My wife appeared like a mirage just before I collected my second armband. I stopped and got told off for stopping by her. There was a fresh breeze in my sails again. It is amazing how uplifting loved ones can be when you have put your body through this. I rulked (run walked) on and had rulked another 5km before I had my next blip. I was approaching 11 miles of the run and had succeeded in pushing my body further into the physical and mental hurt locker than I would have previously thought possible before I started this journey.

It was around this point with about 2 miles to go. I thought about how proud my mum would be by all I have achieved on this journey and this made me emotional. For those new to this blog I'll do a quick recap. 14 months ago I was a chain smoking couch potato. Now I was on the verge of completing my fourth triathlon and had pushed myself through nearly 70 miles to get to this point. in the course of this quest I heave changed my life since stopping sucking on those cancer sticks, I've raised over a £1000 for charity and lost over a stone when most people gain weight on stopping smoking. I summary I rock and it all got to me. Time to man up and finish this job.

There was less than two miles to go and in about a mile if the Mrs had stayed still I would see her again. I rulked on and collected my third precious armband after saying to the wife I'd see her soon. There was less than a mile to go. I rulked to within 200m of the line and with crowd willing me on I set off at a canter. I was not walking anymore. When I rounded the last corner I set off at an all out sprint. Here's a tip. Always leave some energy in the tank for the finish as that's what people remember and photograph. The commentator even commented how mich my pace had quickened after I passed under Powerhorse arch.

This was it. This was my moment. There was no one around me. I could bask in this moment as I powered across the line. I crossed the line 07:23:45 after starting. I was thrilled with this time after my fall and cramp. The irony is that 07:23 if it were a date would be my birthday. How bizarre is that?

Crossing the line
Ater I had completed the race I felt overawed by it all. I collected my medal and finishers T-shirt and left the area to meet my wife. After about ten minutes I found her. Cue unconsolable sobbing as soon as we hugged. Like I said I had pushed myself further than I have previously thought possible. Not surprising that I ended up a blubbering wreck.

Was it worth this? "HELL YEAH"
I then mozied back to the hotel and had a bath. How rock'n'roll am I?

A collection of memories from the race
My finishers medal
Total stats for race day

I really enjoyed the race on the whole and if I overlook the slight administrative issues such as a fault on the finishers medal (it was a 1.9km swim not 1.8km swim) and the fact they didn't have enough T-shirts left in the the size I'd ordered (but this was ok as id lost weight). It was really wel organised.

If I was asked would I complete the race again. You bet I would. This half ironman holds a special place for me, the same way as people's first car or love mean something to them. My first half ironman is special to me and I will be back at some point. After all I have a PB to beat now.

Right now for the bad news. I have been nursing an injury for the last 5 weeks but wanted to complete this race. Now this is done I can go and see the physio. I hope it is nothing to serious. I have a constant pain in my left heel following my 11 mile run the other week. Some times it is worse but most of the time it is bareable. It nearly reduced me tears after the race on Saturday when I removed my calf guards. I will keep you all informed and still hope to be on the start line for the Outlaw on 7th July

I was thrilled that Lucy Gossage finished this race as the third best female. Lucy is an inspiration and has joined Non Stanford as someone who is a LEGEND in my eyes. She has taken time out of her busy life to not only read my blog but also interact with me. This helps spur me on. Thanks Lucy and many congratulations.

Aside from the usual aches I have no new injury concerns and if I was forced to I could complete the race again albeit at a more relaxed pace. As this was a training race this is a good thing.

After I got hold of my phone back at the hotel I realised how humbling this quest is when I saw how much support I had received. People were checking the Internet to see how I was getting on. People were congratulating me on my efforts and this paragraph goes out to everyone on Twitter (some I have met, some I haven't) and Facebook who have encouraged me and spurred me on. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

I leant a lot from this race and continue to learn on my journey.

Yet another race has passed and been completed. Bring on the next one

Thanks for reading,


Saturday, 4 May 2013

Under a week to go until my next challenge

In around 160 hours (thats under 7 days) I will have completed the next challenge in my ironquest.

This challenge is to complete Ironman 70.3 Mallorca. The challenge involves swimming 1.2 miles, cycling 56 miles and running 13.1 miles, that means I will be travelling 70.3 miles under my own steam. There are cut off times but as my start time is 08:30, I don't think I will be affected by these. If we use the philosophy of a full iron distance triathlon, the cut offs would be.
  • The swim should be complete in 1:10, this would mean I would need to be out of the water by 09:40
  • The bike should be complete in 4:05 (5:15 from the start), this would mean I would need to be off the bike by 13:45
  • The run should be complete in 3:15 (8:30 from the start), this would mean I would need to have finished the race by 17:00
I am aiming to complete within the unofficial cut off times above if I stand any chance of completing the Outlaw in 9 weeks.

This challenge also marks a significant increase over what I have achieved previously. Previously the longest triathlon I have completed is an Olympic distance triathlon. An Ironman 70.3 is over double the distance of an Olympic triathlon.

If we look at the disciplines individually
  • Swim - the furthest I have swum without stopping is 3km (1.85 miles) so the 1.2 mile swim should not present any problems.
  • Bike - I have been building up my distance on the bike over the previous 4 months and have completed 6 bike rides over 48 miles in length, one of those was today and was 60 miles long. I completed the ride in 03:38. Again the 56 mile ride should not present too many problems, now that I have sorted out my fuelling strategy.
  • Run - This is the event I have struggled most with since I started my quest to give up smoking. Yes I am improving every week and am even consistently managing sub 30 minute 5km but the furthest I have ever run to date is 11 miles. I will have to rely on my determination to complete the run. The crowds will help me complete.
The only leg I am really worried about is the run. I know that barring technical difficulties I will make it to the run and with my determination I will complete. The run course is a 3 lap course and I should see my friends and family a minimum of 6 times on the run which will help spur me on.

I have spent a lot of time putting in the miles training for the next challenge, so much so that my bike and run miles to date for 2013 have surpassed the total number of miles I completed in 2012

A comparison of my run miles

A comparison of my bike miles
I would describe my state of mind as being a mixture of nervousness and excitement. I just hope the next 6 nights do not bring too many restless nights. I have already started dreaming that I have missed the start time.

A lot of my friends have started tapering for this event, for those not in the know, tapering is where you significantly lower your training miles in the weeks leading up to an event so that you don't suffer from burn out or injury. I on the other hand have not started tapering yet as this event is another stepping stone in my quest to complete an iron distance triathlon.

I hope I don't live to regret this decision.

I've looked at the list of pros competing in Mallorca and there are lot of amazing athletes completing. I almost wish I was just spectating.

We have the following pros who I wish I could see completing the race.

Bart Aeronauts
Andreas Raelert
Tom Lowe
Andy Starykowicz
Jan Van Berkel
Yvonne Van Vlerken
Tamsin Lewis
Lucy Gossage

I really hope that Lucy Gossage wins this event as she is an amazing person, she manages to compete as a pro triathlete while also being an oncologist for Cancer Research UK. I have no idea how she manages to juggle these two. I struggle to juggle my job with training and I don't put half the hours in that she must every week. Good luck Lucy.

Hopefully my next blog will detail my successful attempt to complete Ironman 70.3 Mallorca. I will try and update this from Mallorca providing I can get on the hotel wifi.

If you're new to this blog, I am not doing this just for personal achievement I am also raising money for charity. My chosen charity for this year is HHHO. If you would like to sponsor me you can via my Justgiving page at the following address  

In a week my medal hanger should have a new addition.

Thanks for reading,