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  1. 33 points
    Hey Trannies. Just saw this post. Let's get down to the nitty gritty... Cam is not my coach anymore. I left him 4 weeks prior to Kona. No need to go into much detail about this, but I walked away from him as I saw his interest in coaching (and in the sport in general) decline over the few months prior. It was affecting my motivation and I needed a quick break before Kona so I could actually get myself to the startline with a level of stability and self-belief. Next up. I have been dealing with on-off itb bursa inflammation since Ironman Frankfurt in early July. I think this came about due to a general deterioration of some basic motor patterns, probably due to a number of long term actors, but mostly apathy towards adequate recovery after that race. I had to pull out of 2 70.'3s during this period before Kona (Cebu & Sunny Coast). I would take a couple weeks off running, then run a couple of weeks without issue, then it would flare up again. This ITB injury is never something you can train through as the pain is debilitating (and reflects why I pulled out in Kona, but more on that in a sec). Though I was going to race KOna no matter what, so I had no option but to really push the limits with the rehab in order to try and get some sort of run loading through my legs. I returned to running three weeks out from the race, but at a very limited capacity. In the couple of weeks after I left Cam, I was able to direct my swim & bike to sessions that I thought suited me better for the tight lead in period post-injury, rather than the same tired loop of sessions that I knew weren't working for me anymore. I found some good biking legs, and my swim was where it needed to be. I went into Kona with a semblance of confidence, and didn't actually give the injury or lack of run preparation too much thought until I actually got off the bike and onto Alii Drive. The race. I didn't apply much gas on the swim so as to have a group around me out of the water. The plan amongst a few of us was to drive the pace at the front & to take the race away from the cyclists. I pulled a bunch of guys around, but got no returns once we got onto the bike. Everyone soft pedalled and no one wanted to take the reigns. I felt as if I'd done my bit, and didn't want to get suckered into pulling guys around. The pace was pedestrian and very frustrating, so I jumped at the chance to join Starky when he went by, and not long after that we were joined by Wurf. I've ridden with both of these guys in races before & it was like a dream scenario until I started rejecting my nutrition and cramping at the 90 minute mark. There was points were I was riding through these crazy cramps for minutes on end. I'd have to back off my fluids for long periods of time until my guts settled, then I could resume loading again, but it would happen soon thereafter. Long story short, I made some dumb changes to my nutrition plan that I thought were a step in the right direction. I responded fine to the changes in training, but not in the race. 3 hours into the ride, I was still at the front with Wurf & Starky, but within the space of the 5 minute climb up from Kawaihae I bonked and was very swiftly popped off the back as Wurf began his assault back into town. I bled massive time during this point, but found a 2nd wind for the last 20-30km and still had some confidence that this was just part of ironman racing and it was no big deal. I just got into T2 solo before the bunch, and mentally was still positioning myself in the race for the top 5 or 10. Then I started running, and realised that my lack of run training has completely assaulted my naive belief that perhaps I could really pull something out of my ass on race day. I'm the kind of athlete that needs a lot of volume for my run, and there's never been a way around that for me. I'd never felt so bogged down and sluggish off the bike, and literally capitulated within the first 5 minutes knowing there was absolutely no way I could pull myself back. But of course, I was going to finish the race. I got up onto the Queen K and ran about 1 miles until I needed to stop for the loo. I was pretty far back at this point, so kind of took my time. As I stood up front the john, the pain upon extending my left leg jolted me and almost felled me to the ground. In those claustrophobic moments in the loo, my itb band has seized up and the pain it now presented was so intense that I couldn't even walk. The medics came over and I tried a number of times to relax and then continue, but there was just no option. It's crazy because up until that point, the injury I'd been managing for the previous months was a non-issue on race day, and I'd actually even forgotten all about it until it blew out. I'm now obviously on some forced rest, and am enjoying an early end to the season. I normally race into November or December, so I'm sure this is going to help me ease back into the training at a rate more conducive to an injury free 2019, rather than having to rush things because I've planned some early races. Generally, I've always been overly eager to get back racing early into the season to hunt for results and a pay check. Anyone self-employed knows you've got to have a strong ambition, but in a sport that presents an inevitably fine balance between being trained and overtrained, all the while trying to be career-focussed, it's easy to burn the candle at both ends. I'm well aware of the bubble we're in as triathletes though, and this is more or less a real world problem that everyone has in day to day life. As for coaching, I'm not sure where I'll go to from here, apart from the immediate decisions to continue steering my own ship until something better comes along. I'll wait until I have some sort of clarity after the recent events to make a decision.
  2. 25 points
    A few of you know my cousin Gab. Just over 10 years ago she was training for IM when she was hit by a car and suffered terrible injuries. She was in a coma for a couple of weeks. The road to recovery over the first five years were quite hard. She has had multiple operations and suffers a bit of internal problems, not to mention the external. At no stage did she ever complain and ask "why me ?". She just worked extremely hard (and still does). She taught herself how to paint left handed and got also back on the bike - now a three wheeler. She has done a few Kurnells, sometimes running with a walking pole. She also swims with the Shark Island crew at North Cronulla. She has won a number of Para medals in cycling. I finished with her at the Sydney to Gong ride this year. Well yet again, she has competed in the T1 classification at Buninyong VIC and won Gold. The gold medal is great but her spirit and smile is absolute gold. So proud. FM PS: forgot to say, she also won a national title
  3. 25 points
    Value for money. 16:49:40
  4. 23 points
    Bit of a race recap History: this was my fifth Ironman to be fourth finish after a dnf in Cairns on my second crack. I'm notorious for swimming well blowing up on the bike and walking home. I was deployed to PNG for work in May and needed a reason to keep training whilst away. Busselton it was! 6 months of exclusively training riding very limited running outside due to safety and a swimming pool to myself. Race day, I can swim. I cruised the swim and was first overall Ag and 7th overall. 51 and change. Bike: here comes the test can I stick to the plan and control myself. I had a target of 220w for the ride. I rode the ride as 6x30km segments with the idea of settling and building. I split 210w,213,218,225,226,223 Rode 5:02 or 03 can't remember. Got off the bike 2nd in my Ag. Here comes the fun part the run. I had a target pace of 4:40 for the first 22ish km I hit this almost perfectly. Then suddenly I started cramping in my hammies had a couple of km run/walk/stretching it out. I started to load up on salt which may have been too late. I battled for a little bit until I hit my darkest moment my stomach started cramping and my lower back seizing/tightening. A few very dark kms some brutal words to myself and almost a few years later I was back hobbling along. Limped home to a 3:40. 4 slots and I got 6th, for me this isn't about Kona it's about challenging myself and seeing that I can be one of those super fit guys. My goal has always been to qualify ooutright and the goal lives on! However it's not everyday you get the opportunity to go Kona and when the slots rolled to 7th I had to say yes.
  5. 20 points
    New disc wheel arrived last week and after much faffing and realising I didn't have the right bits (obviously I needed to order a tyre as well as the cassette!) I eventually got round to getting it all sorted yesterday. Getting the tyre on was a NIGHTMARE took me a long time but eventually all was well. Took it out for a spin this morning and I was skidding all over the place. The grip was appalling. I thought is this just what a disc feels like? Or is it something to do with the new carbon brake blocks? Then I had a look at the tyre and it was already shredding! Time to head to the LBS... on arrival I explained the concern and asked if they could get their mechanics to have a look at it... one of the chaps who was overhearing took a glance at the wheel and asked "Install it yourself mate?", "Yep" said I "And it took me hours, getting the tyre on was a nightmare." "Well, that would be because it's inside out..." Oh if the ground could have swallowed me!
  6. 20 points
    I'm back...quick race summary.. Overbike and paid for it on the run. I really worked hard on the run to hold it together somewhat causr it could have got real ugly... Still lots of positives to come away from the race and Jarrod Owen is an absolute gun! Stoked to pull this off after parting ways with the coach a few months back and it's been a really positive experience to get myself back on track. No kona spot. Money not a factor. My first child is due in May. I want to remember that. Doing kona will ruin that experience and that's where my focus will go after port. Had so much fun sharing the day with with other tranies and passed Sam just before the finish. He looked really good.
  7. 19 points
    Howdy all, Emo here, Race Director for Kurnell and CEO of Elite Energy. I must apologize for this and not really sure why it has happened. I was notified on a private FB post and feel quite bad as Elite Energy always has medals for 1st, 2nd & 3rd Individuals and Teams. So if you could email me your details I will post the medals to the teams and also send you a 100% FREE entry for your team to the next Kurnell and if all goes well, you will again win medals and I will ensure you are recognized. So so sorry emo@eliteenergy.com.au
  8. 19 points
    Hey guys, as you now know Willie is taking over the reins of Trannies going forward. Firstly I’d like to say thanks to all and sundry for the support and camaraderie this place has shown over the last 5 years while I have been at the helm. I’d also like to make special thanks to TenPints (Stu) for helping me with so much of his own time to help a computer numpty almost successfully run a Forum and website. Thanks heaps mate!!! I never really intended on running an internet forum, it was simply a time and place thing that happened. Bernie “offered” it to me after a few prior people turned it down and I simply didn’t want this great resource and community to “fall into the wrong hands”. My reasons for stepping aside are a few. While this place does have its stressful and thankless times they are very few and far between and really don’t contribute to the reasons. That is partly due to the community itself not being too tolerant of “fools” and for that I thank you all. I made a promise to the Mrs that running Trannies would pay for itself so my indulgence would not become a burden for us. In the first few years, while not really making me any money, a few sponsors covered the running costs so all was sweet. I must admit that getting to even talk to prospective sponsors, let alone getting them to put their hands in their pockets was much more difficult than I and others could have imagined. Many people were keen to be involved or utilise the resource but actually getting money from sponsors is a difficult and time consuming task, which while holding down a full time job and family and trying to keep training was a bit of a strain. Then as many of you know, Dec 2015 our house was destroyed in the Tornado that hit Sydney. That began 12 months of spending almost every spare waking hour dealing with insurance companies, builders, tradespeople and suppliers which left very little time for pursuing Transitions “business” to the level it required. On the cusp of moving back home and with the intention of getting Trannies and my training back on track was when my hip injury started flaring up. It also coincided with my work life getting much busier. I tried to keep the other facets of Trannies moving but it was getting to be a bit of a chore especially with no sponsors kicking in. Anyway, fast forward to my diagnosis of needing a hip replacement and running ruled out for me, I felt suddenly very disconnected from the sport, a sport I have loved and participated in from my first race in 1991. This sudden malaise, accompanied by a few changes in direction in the sport which I don’t feel are for the benefit of the sport led me to making a quip “anyone want to buy an internet forum”. Willie with his many business interests is in a great position to take full advantage of the great community spirit and profile that Transitions has to offer without having the constant battle to pursue sponsors to make it worthwhile for him. He has promised that while the forum will hopefully soon incorporate some “shop” facilities that the place should essentially stay the same. He also feels the same as me, in that Trannies should remain in "the right hands" He has asked for feedback and ideas, and I really encourage you to give him that. If you feel the place is changing too greatly or too quickly or the community feel is being lost, let him know. I’ll still be around, I’ll still be moderating for a while (sorry Niseko) till Willie can find some new volunteers to assist with that, and till all the handover stuff gets sorted in due course. Either way I’ll still be around, you can’t get rid of me that easily. Who knows I may end up working fro Willie Cheers and thanks Peter (Roxii) Rox.
  9. 18 points
    I think I am probably the oldest regular poster on this site who is still competing, for me the "secret" if there is one is to mix with younger people, still do what you enjoy doing, stick with people you can laugh a lot with. I have worked with a bunch of miserable old pricks when I was in my early twenties, and I can tell you misery is contagious. I think I needed to work with them to learn that lesson early in life. Since moving on from there I have always employed fun people, surrounded myself with fun people, people who enjoy life. As far as peerformance goes I accept that I no longer finish an Ironman in the daylight, on average I have lost 7min per year in my Ironman time over the past 20yrs. I believe staying healthy is heavily dependant on the company you keep, the diet you consume, and doing some exercise every day. The exercise has to be fun, you have to enjoy what you do. Accept that your goals and interests will change, but again they're influenced by the company you keep. Humans are basically pack animals, choose your tribe carefully 😏
  10. 18 points
    This is very sad news, its made me reflect Nearly two years ago I had a bike accident and suffered a traumatic brain injury. I spent two months in hospital. I think I have dodged a bullet. I was a bit down last year. Wasn't working, didn't have a driving licence, legs ached and felt like I'd run a marathon after I had the flu. I wished I had done a proper job with the bike accident, the family would have been financially better off. After a traumatic brain injury you are 3X more likely to suffer mental health issues and 4X more likely to end your life.With the support of friends and trannies esp Flanman( read trannies helping trannies thread)was persuaded to enter park run. I started running again slowly at first, did the Coastal Classic.This was so important to me because of balance issues post TBI I had to relearn how to walk again and the hospital physios told me not to run on uneven ground. Ive meet Flanman at park run a couple of times, I rejoined local tri club. I did my first club sprint Triathlon a couple of weeks ago I came last but in my mind just entering I had won. All this made me realise how close I could have come to serous mental health issues and I am so thankful that I dodged that bullet, and thank you Tenpints and Flanman I know if ever I need to talk you'd have an ear, It's reassuring. Trannies helping Trannies
  11. 17 points
    I aged up this year to the 70-74 cat - when I did my first IM at 38 I didn't even dream I'd still be doing them when I was 70 and had 12 grand kids. Still I'm very happy to be still able to do them. This was Ironman #46 and my nineteenth Hawaii Ironman , there are some who think I live too narrow a life, but hey, keep in mind it's my life. I have a very full life, I still do some landscaping jobs, I build brick pizza ovens, vertical gardens and renovate houses. I paint pictures, create mosaics, and enjoy cooking, eating good food and drinking red wine. In fact I believe I use my 24hrs better than many. Because it was my first year in the new age group, I was a little more conscientious with my training this year. If I let myself down at all it was doing a little too much manual work (I find it difficult to knock off if I can squeeze another couple of hours out of the day) this possible meant that I could have recovered better between workouts. But when you're doing something you love doing it's hard to knock off. I managed to have an illness and injury free preparation, I under train rather than over train. I only ever run twice a week. I start each day at 4.10-4.15, and am looking for bed at around 8.30, if that's a narrow life, I guess I'm guilty. My wife fits a lot into her life as well and my hours are very similar to hers. I arrived in Kona 10 days before race day, this allows us to acclimatise and do a couple of workouts out at the far end of the course on the weekend before. I felt strong in each of these workouts and then took it easy for the rest of the week with easy jogs down to the daily swim, of only 500-700m. Race day started well, 2nd fastest swim 1.17 - could have been better if I trained more, but the guy who was fastest messed around in T1 and I was first onto the bike. I rode comfortably all the way, best conditions I've ever seen in Kona, lost about 6 places on the bike, but a few don't realise that it's a race from the swim start to the run finish, and no-one's going to care what your bike split was if you're walking. Mine was 6.21 I started the run feeling hot and smashed, but know that everyone feels like that, experience tells me that I will come good. It usually takes me two aid stations before my legs feel OK. This worked again this year. I ran the whole way except for a few steps here and there in aid stations. It wasn't easy, it was a mental battle the whole way, but I expect that. I think a lot of people suffer unnecessarily because they have unrealistic expectations. Forty two km off the bike in Hawaii's heat is going to hurt like shit, feed yourself well, stay hydrated, and accept the discomfort and before you know it it's over. Run time 4.45 Total time 12.31 - 3rd in 70-74 - (there were 37 silly old bastards in this category) the view from the stage is worth fighting for. Got a wooden bowl, made in the Philippines (a piece of shit really) but I wasn't racing for the bowl, I was celebrating another year of living the dream. I'll be back next year for number 20.
  12. 16 points
    Too little training and too many injuries conspired for a long, tough day. I always knew it was going to be a grind. I hesitated to enter for quite a while, not knowing how my body would hold up. Though from the moment I arrived in Port, I knew it was where I wanted to be on the first weekend in May. The swim was painful throughout due to a shoulder injury, and the bike looked ugly from the start. The headwind blowing as I exited town was the strongest I remember on the first lap at Port. There's a flag on top of a unit block coming out of Flynn's that is usually fairly limp as you leave town. Not so this year, it was already billowing. There's little I can say about the cycle or run. They were both foreseeably uncomfortable cases of just sucking it up and gutting it out. There was perhaps one notable moment as I approached Matthews Flinders, to have Cam Wurf lap me and magically levitate up the hill. At that moment, I knew I was exceedingly unlikely to reel him in on the run. Though the day's undoubted highlights came thick and fast with a finishline kiss and hug from Diane, slumping into a wheelchair and then drifting into unconsciousness in the warmth of the medical tent. I think it was my slowest swim and slowest cycle at Ironman Aust, and my slowest run since 1999 when a stress fracture limited me to walking the entire marathon. Also my first finish over 15 hours. If any of those stats are incorrect, it's because I've fortuitously forgotten some truly unpleasant past experience. I'm very disappointed that Dave Ross DNFed. Seeing him on the run, I thought he was good for a finish having missed the bike cut-off last year. For those of us who have been around for a while, I doubt few of stop because we no longer feel like being there, rather we stop because the body won't let us continue. And we all lose another thread of the shared experience and camaraderie that has developed over the years. I do hope Dave returns next year. Conversely, it was wonderful for Leon and Peter V to earn their Immor(t)al plaques, as it was to share the peculiarly celebratory and joyous atmosphere of our corner of transition on Sunday morning.
  13. 16 points
    So just finished by 100 days of running. Not injured. Lost 5kg. Running faster than before I started. Didn’t get bored. Longest run streak before that was 8 days. The numbers: 98 runs were 5km+ 1 x 3km Run (had to catch a plane that day) 1 x 4km Run longest run 18km total distance 692km
  14. 16 points
    For a start I'm only 70yrs old - I have 12 grand children between 5 and 27 - one of them has already done Kona three times - I do like to stir the pot occasionally - I've been around the sport a long time (about 32yrs) - there's a few on here who don't like me quoting the number of Ironman races I've done or the number of Kona qualifiers I've coached (more than any other coach in Australia) but they're just facts 😏 I don't like boasting but if someone teases the information out of me I will tell them what I have done 🙄 I do have a few ideas that some find "different" but they work - I do less training than many of my competitors but I get results - a lot of my athletes have achieved better results than ever before after I have reduced their workload I don't think anyone actually hates me - most don't even know me - a person reaches an age where if something needs to be said, he says it, if it offends some sensitive soul, so be it - there are lots of people out there just looking for something to be offended over 🤣
  15. 16 points
    ... so its been a while. Lots of water under the bridge and all that. First up I wanted to thank Roxxi who has been a great personal friend and there through 'stuff' that goes on in each of our lives, I still remember vividly the day he lost his home and standing on my balcony at Cronulla watching the storm go away from us across the bay and toward Kurnell. That day happened to be my sons year 6 graduation day back in 2015, so remember it well, and the ensuing damage. Roxxi has helped me out with a few things including using his esteemed status as a JP, and we seem to have similar hankling for Guzman Y Gomez so we bump into each other there. Its also great to see Janene is well and of course our kids are growing up. Mine although only 15 is much bigger than me now. I am retired now from my former profession and I can say I was treated very well as opposed to some of the horror stories you may hear about insurers, Police organisations, post traumatic stress and associated problems. For the record I retired as a Chief Inspector and the last day I wore my uniform was to be presented with the APSM and an few other nice little trinkets, clasps and memoriams. That was a little while ago now, it was very nice to be given an honourable and dignified send off. My health is far from good but all you can do is soldier on I guess. Like Peter I have very little to do with triathlon and the little pieces I see leave me very disillusioned about the direction it is taking and as this is a triathlon related forum its probably not likely I will hang around or use it as a pressure valve or whatever it was back then. In fact I essentially went cold turkey on all social media and it was very liberating. The insecure fools and narcissists that live their lives on twitter, facebook, Insta or other platforms are certainly good for a few laughs and I think it the amount of social media posts is probably inversely proportionate to how happy with ones' life they actually are. Many adults have turned into their children and are essentially addicted to their phones, grown adults using instagram filters on whatever device they use. Its toxic, time wasting and incredibly destructive. Stuff you say on social media platforms cant be taken back and when people are called to account for their actions in person, Ive seen quite a few become towering piles of jelly as they have picked on the wrong person..... resulting in having to look over their shoulders for the rest of their lives. Similarly If I can offer a salient piece of advice keep your kids off snapchat. Trust me. Anyway enough of that. Been riding my bike a little, surfing a little and spending a lot of time on the road with my son. If you are in Thredbo during the summer there is a high possibility you will see us there, we are frequent visitors in summer. From not ever owning a mountain bike, between us we now have a few, happily he is now on a bigger frame size than me. We got into mountain bikes simply because one day I took him out on a road bike, and although Ive spent thousands of hours on the road myself, I can tell you I spent that whole ride in acute anxiety and terror with my son next to me. So the next day we got our shitty old clunkers and we up to the RNP and I rode around heartbreak hill, Grays point and all the places I used to run (I miss running a lot) and loved it. Next day we went and got a pair of Giant Trances. That was three years ago. Since that time he has done okay with the sport and got a great sponsor in Pushys, now we both have Commencal Meta Enduro bikes and he has a Commencal DH bike. The good DH riders are crazy, and happily he is not. Hes a good solid rider but there are a lot of kids better, what he does have is a good presence and he is very much a great representative for the brands. Although once again I will tell you having your kid sponsored and by virtue of his agreement having to make a number of FB and Insta posts presents its own problems and kids being kids, snipes and jealously. The sponsorship agreement is now finished but the Pushys people both online and in Canberra have continued to be supportive and the Commencal bikes are just awesome. I personally think Alu is a superior material to carbon fibre for bikes with a gravity focus. The geometry and suspension should be doing the work, not the frame material. For those of you that dont know, the enduro/trail scene has exploded, the ethos behind it is ride to the top at your own pace and you are time on the descents. Being a chubby little fella I can tell you its nice not to have to race uphill, but having said that after a few broken bones early on I now take great pride in taking B lines, have even walked a few jumps and happily try to come last in the few enduro events I have been in. Anyway I have also included a few photos, Alex and I at the top of 'up DJ' at Bright (Bright is awesome and so is Thredbo) my head after crashing with a full face helmet on and splitting in two on the DH at Ourimbah a few weeks back, and Alex on one of the runs up at Ourimbah in the Super Flow a few weeks back. Trust me, MTB is bloody hard. Doing the long climbs gets you very fit. Enduro or trial type riding is awesome, make sure you have a longer travel bike, a dropper post, ride tubeless, and wear knee pads. If you are a roadie you will have to go much much slower than you are used to or like me you will destroy your collarbone at the top of the fire road in Thredbo and enjoy a ride back down in the troopie over the water bars. MTB seems to be a great thing if you cant run anymore and its also great with your kids it gets them off the road. Im also a big supporter of the EMTB thing, can expand on that, but trust me for gravity based riding its an awesome thing. I had a complete objection to them at first but now see their uses. Anyway thats about it hope you are all well. Oh one other thing, this year I took Alex to Bali for the first time and it coincided with the first of the two big swells, and we were there to see it and scare the shit out of myself a few times. We were on the cliff at Padang to watch the final of the Padang pro, perfect 10-12 foot plus deadly drainpipes. Watch some of the vids on you tube. The following few days we got some crazy waves at Impossibles and Balangan and even Jimbaran bay had waves. Was just an amazing experience. On and go the Sharks.
  16. 15 points
    Happy with my day in the 70.3. 7th in M40-44 AG - and decided to take the world champs slot in Nice. There were 4 slots for my AG and it rolled down. So it turned out to be a very expensive weekend! Well done to all that raced, and thanks to all that supported. Next stop - Cairns IM.
  17. 15 points
    As of today, I've been training for IMs for 20 years. Began my first IM training program with a sunrise 20 km run along the Seattle waterfront 17 October 1998 (I was on a business trip). First IM was Lanzarote in 1999, came DFL at 16:51, my slowest result to date. 34th (start and finish) IM was Wanaka this year at 16:15. I've gone under 13 once – Roth in 2004, at 12:34. 2004 was also the year I did my second and third fastest IMs – Taupo at 13:14 and Busso at 13:19. I was training hard and doing ultra runs as well. But I couldn't keep that up, because of wear and tear, but also because of work and everything else. Why? I enjoy it. I love the races and the travel. My social life is training with friends (except for my friends at our local :-). My training cycle is pretty consistent over a typical year, and in the past 20 years I've taken exactly one month off completely, because of family matters. I haven't been seriously injured – worst was a twisted ankle a month before Busso. If I had focused on faster times, I would have left the sport a long time ago, either because of injury or burnout. I'm 61 now, and I'm finding myself finishing further up in my age group, even landing on the podium every so often. There are still fast guys in my age group, but not so many as there used to be and even fewer doing IM distance. My goal is to outlast them, and if that means never going sub-13 or sub-14 again, I can live with it. I've managed sub-15s in two of my four IMs, and figure I have a least a couple more in me. Regardless, I'm planning to still be doing this 20 years from now.
  18. 14 points
    I think we all have different levels of "god given talent" - racing an Ironman as opposed to finishing an Ironman is all about execution on the day. I have beaten guys who are more genetically gifted than me, but on the day they have not put it together as well. Some lose sight of the fact that it's a race from the swim start to the run finish and run out of steam half way through the run. We have to face the fact that now days I race in the 70-74 cat - just getting to the start line in that age group is a challenge. Finishing an Ironman at over 60 is quite a feat, a feat of pacing and patience, as well as health management. I do believe I handicap myself a bit by doing other things in my life that while they make me tougher and stronger, they do interfere with my recovery and are an increased fatigue load. I love what I do, even if it involves heavy manual work at times. I raced my best Ironman race times when I had a bike shop and started late, spent my working days working with my hands but the only strenuous stuff was training. I have always focused on good recovery feeding and I think that's one of the reasons I'm still in the sport. Some would say it's luck, but I'm sure if you looked back over their last 20yrs there are things they could have done better. I think the guys who may beat me internationally are probably just a little more professional in their approach than I am. But I enjoy renovating houses, building pizza ovens, vertical gardens etc.
  19. 14 points
    Well you have already successfully taken the first step. You have told everyone you are vegan
  20. 14 points
    Here’s a story- this is my worst f#%king nightmare today 😂😂😂😂😂
  21. 14 points
    Well done Brett and Prizna awesome result! 10.27 for me which I’m happy with
  22. 14 points
    This is what IM is all about. Sam and his daughter at the end of the ride.
  23. 14 points
    Getting really tired of you dragging up this example all the time, just like your PJ claim to fame. You always fail to take responsibility for anything that came after these short lived successes. I remember Mike Honcho insulting me whilst hiding behind one of his other logins - something along the lines that I've only had one good IM and no other achievements outside Club Level... I've had 20 years in the sport, 7 IM starts and 7 IM finishes, all between 10.15 (at age 40 on accurate course) and 11.57 (first IM at age 35), 2 x IM age group wins, over 40 x 70.3s (countless of them sub 5), fastest time 4.43 at age 49 (on accurate course), many age group wins at all distances all over the World on all kinds of courses (including A/G win at Alpe D'Huez long course), dozens of overall wins whilst competing for 5 years in the Gulf, Kona qualified twice and completed twice (both under 12hrs on the hottest and windiest days they ever had 😂 ), World Champs 70.3 twice, never cheated (whether it be drafting or course cutting). Dropped nearly 2 hrs off my IM time and 1hr off my 70.3 times, not because I needed to lose massive amounts of weight, but because I worked consistently hard to make myself into an endurance athlete from a natural power athlete who couldn't even swim. After reading the responses in this thread, I'm becoming more content with my achievements even though they are firmly placed in Age Group level. Still going strong at age 50, same weight I was when I was 17, never outside of a 5kg range, no significant injuries in the past 10 years. Walk the talk. Don't feel like I need to prove anything to anyone. Honcho committed to a year or two, but then what happened? Was it sustained or was it a flash-in-the-pan? For what it's worth, I'm of the belief that full IM distance racing is bad for general health and wellbeing for 'most' people. That's why in 20 years I've only done 7 but have enjoyed 100s of shorter distance races of all kinds and well over 40 x 70.3s as they are far less damaging to the body and mind than a full IM. This approach is sustainable, the IM obsession is not.
  24. 13 points
    KONA 2018 The qualifying process:- It was a character building process, however looking back I was stoked to qualify for my first Hawaii at Ironman Australia and have so many people around to share the experience with, the amount of texts, calls and “well done mate stoked for you” type correspondence was very warming. Equally it added to the self-induced pressure that I really wanted to perform admirably come October. Training block:- My training was consistent, I changed little aspects of my build from Port Ironman and went about the first couple of months work by kind of telling myself “I’ll start specifically next week,” all the while logging solid base work. I really only did 10 weeks of structured work, however once I take the time to look through my training logs it will tell me a grossly different story. I always had these grand plans that “when I qualified for Kona” I would do all this crazy stuff to reinvent myself, however I fast found out that there is only a certain amount of stress you can put yourself under before it becomes counter-productive, so I stuck to my relatively simple weekly plans and kept trucking through the work/ training/other commitments while what was once 14 weeks away soon became 8, then 6, then a month then two weeks until fly out... and then it was go time. Pre-race in Kona:- we arrived 9 days early and settled quickly. My bike didn’t arrive on the plane as it was apparently full, so after a swim that afternoon to try and wake up, myself and Reedy went out and picked the bikes up. Although only spending half a day with Tim, at that point in the trip it was amazing how much a brief time with someone who’s thoughts you value so much, can settle whatever slight nerves or second guessing very quickly. I don’t get nervous before these types of events, I do however get pretty quiet and spent a lot of my week pre-race running through my day, the scenarios that could eventuate, the reason I am where I am and my checklist for a smooth day. Any training time on the Island was rather subdued, the first few days I rode 2 hours, ran 60mins, swam neally everyday but nothing over 2km (except for the training day over the course a week out) and during the last week I would have trained a total of 7-8 hours, just moving every day, trying to avoid the heat of the day and sitting on the balcony watching lots of foolish folk leave their best on Alii Drive the week before. Registration Tuesday, breakfast with the ANZAC crew Wednesday, Parade of Nations, bike check-in, briefing dinner etc etc and all of a sudden it’s the night before the race. Ironman, weather training, racing or recovering is a step by step process, and the closer the race got the more I just ran through the steps to be ready, so come 7pm Friday the next step was to think about going to bed... probably the worst of the many steps, as you know once you get to sleep and wake up it’s the biggest step of them all. Morning of:- The alarm was set for 4am, by 3:30 I was already enjoying my first of several sits on the toilet pre-race. Breakfast on race morning is always a tough process, no one likes to get up at 3:30 and chow down heaps of calories but it’s something that, when doing these events, is necessary. Sunscreen applied, suit on, run through the checklist one last time and it’s time to walk down to race start. One thing I was made aware of several months before the event was the fact that on race morning you leave your family pre body marking etc and you don’t see them again until post race, this was something I never really got my head around, as before other Ironmans this is one of the experiences I enjoy most, just before you go and treat your body like a rental car there is a lot of nerves in the air, your nearest and dearest know the effort that has gone into what’s about to happen so it’s a big deal and it’s a great chance to thank them for the help along the way, to have to say thanks/love you/make sure you enjoy the day too etc well before race day was tough but still one thing I will remember, walking away from the oldies and Emma slightly teary but knowing in my head it was just me and my thoughts for the rest of the day, was very motivating. Through body marking, weighed, tyres pumped, bottles and GPS added to my bike, toilet and I was ready... only 90 minutes until go time. I found a quiet spot, grabbed a chair and waited for Dave Clark, He appeared about 30mins later and it was time to suit up, drop our bags off at the tent, grab a quick selfie and get to the race entrance. Some of the guys who have raced here multiple times had warned us to be ready to enter the water as soon as the pro women started, so we lined up early and as soon as the cannon fired for the ladies to take off we were ushered towards the stairs and into the water Swim: - For anyone that has watched Kona there is one thing that really stands out, the sight of the cannon firing and 1500 odd super fit males going as hard as they can to get some clear space! This was one of the only thoughts that I wasn’t confident in “where the hell do I start?” I had semi decided to go out wide and swim a little further hoping for clear water however after talking to the other guys from Australia it was soon decided that we were front row right in the middle! My end thoughts were “well at least if I get beat up I can say I started right in the middle of the dance floor!” We swam out together and took poll position, myself, Dave, Scotty Hobson and Josh Minogue starting together and after a bit of a pre- race pump up from Joshy we were ready to go, that’s when one of the officials on a paddle board comes past and says “stay calm guys you have 21 minutes until race start”... “TWENTY ONE MINUTES OF TREADING WATER!!!!!!!” Sub-optimal but everyone is in the same boat right? Through the next 21minutes I tried to stay relaxed, enjoy the best view I have ever seen of the thousands and thousands of spectators lined around the bay and before we knew it BOOM the cannon fired and it was on! I took 20 of the most solid strokes, grabbed a quick breath, about another 10 strokes and looked up aiming to grab Dave’s feet but instead I was met with a flurry of kicks to the head, a few stray strokes in the back, a couple of foot tugs and some dislodged goggles... pretty much what I expected. The next 3800m was much the same, I didn’t get clear water for longer than 100m at a time, always fighting with someone to hold a line but 55 minutes later it was all over and the day was about to start. Bike:- In the months leading up to Kona I picked a lot of knowledgeable brains about their previous experiences and the unanimous response you get was “I rode far too hard in the first hour because I was excited and it effected the rest of my day,” so the plan was to not follow the same route. Ironman is a lot more mental than most will ever realise, that is, if you don’t win the battle inside your head then it’s inevitable that your day will turn for the worst soon enough! You need to have a checklist in your mind that runs on repeat and if you get a little distracted then it’s easy to stop the repetition. My checklist on the bike is similar at most Ironman events and is normally written on my bottle between my arms to remind me constantly throughout the day, I did however add a couple of extras for this race, it’s as follows NO EGO- Reminds me that I’m capable of riding with most of the “over excited” guys who come past during the bike but I really believe the guys who run the best in Ironman are the ones who control their ego then and stick to THEIR plan. HR- In hotter racing it is especially important to keep the heart rate in the right zone, it’s all well and good to have power numbers that you’ve worked to at home but when the temps are 15-20 degree hotter your heart rate is effected considerably and the longer your day goes the harder it is to get your core temp down once your heart rate goes a little high. So although having a power figure I was looking at riding to, I was certainly governed by my HR. 30 MINS- I always try to think 30mins ahead and that involves thinking about your previous 30mins. Yes I might be sailing smoothly now but how will I feel in 30mins? What have I taken in during the previous 30? It’s a pretty simple process that is constantly on repeat. P.I.A.S- A little alternate but it stands for Pain Is A Story, I got this one from Pete Jacobs and felt it was perfect for my day as I had wanted to toe this start line for 20 odd years, I couldn’t let it hurt too early otherwise I wouldn’t enjoy the day... Pain is only a thought and If you don’t “tell yourself the story” then it won’t be there.... a little alternate but it sure works. SUPPORT- The support to race day from everyone at home was immense. I was acutely aware of the amount of people who sit at home and watch the GPS and can see your current progress, so I wrote “Support” to remind myself that everyone was watching, but in a weird way that made me feel like everyone was there with me, so the support was something I wanted to remember all day. Out onto the bike and it was all surreal, Pete Murray giving me words of encouragement, the crowds going crazy, riding on the Queen K it’s easy to see how everyone gets excited, however after about 10km I found myself pretty much alone. I was sticking to numbers perfectly and not having any worries, I guess I was kind of in no man’s land, somewhere between the “uber swimmers” and the “average joes” so I trudged along thinking “where is all this drafting they speak of?” and then it came... solid groups of guys being led by normally one or two extremely strong guys followed by a dozen or so in tow, literally! It’s something that I could write another essay on but if you look at the simple numbers on the course it’s hard to avoid, most try to keep it as fair as possible and I’m happy to say I did see several of the people not playing fair be given penalties. It was very congested from Waikoloa to almost Hawi but once the turn was made it strung out enough. The whole ride was spent waiting for the winds to pick up and sort the men from the boys, however it never eventuated. It was as good of conditions I have seen on race day and made for some really fast bike times. I went in with the plan of being cautious, allowing for a headwind the last hour and riding 5 hours, however the normal headwind was replaced with a slight cross/tail wind to town and I was off the bike with a 4:50 feeling good and clear headed which is a really good sign. Run:- Lathered in sunscreen I am off and running! The plan was to try and run the first 10km easy, get to Palani hill, not let my heart rate go sky high (most likely walk a little) then settle into cadence and heart rate running along the highway. The first kilometre felt amazing, I thought I was conservative, HR was low and my legs felt great! As I click over the first Km in 4:20 I have a laugh to myself and try to slow down, however it’s at this point I go past Emma and the Olds, I give them a smile and let them know it’s all going well and keep cracking... next kilometre 4:15... ok superhero it’s time to settle and run at your goal pace! The out and back along Alii went past without a hitch, I settled into a good rhythm and was ticking off 4:30 without issue, at the far turn around I got to see where the other guys were and get a gauge on how the day was looking. I was happy to be close enough to the guys who I thought, If I run well I would be getting close to later in the run. Once I’m back past the support crew it’s around a few more turns and time for Palani hill, not overly steep but drags on and the European spectators feel the urge to get all “tour de France” on the runners and scream at you to run if you happen to be sticking to your plan! I walked probably 150m when my HR got too high, it came straight back down which I was pleased to see so away I went again! The trip out to the Energy Lab is mind numbing, it the perfect time to turn your brain off, dumb it down, talk to yourself about your run form and mentally go over your checklist. The negative of calm conditions was that the cooling breezes were non-existent, the run from about 22km on consisted of aid station to aid station running well but once I got to the aid stations it was a process of - ditch previous aid stations now warm sponges - scream at some poor innocent aid station worker for “sponges” and once they tried to hand me two, grab their other handful also - grab 2-4 cups of ice for down my front - drink Coke - drink Gatorade - throw water over my face - more ice and away we go! Looking back on my run split, the second half of the marathon was a case of 5:05- 5:15km through the aid station followed by a 4:35-4:45 between aid stations! Once we entered the Energy Lab it’s the only section where you see the guys you know, it was great to see how well some guys were doing but equally as motivating to see some other looking pretty shabby and possibly paying the price for their egos not being kept in check! The Energy Lab came and went, I knew that once back on the highway it was a case of “under an hour” and I could just repeat that over and over in my head! That saying was repeated dozens of times until I hit the 36km mark, then it changes to “inside 30” and before I knew it I could see the turn up ahead to Kona Commons, it was a labour up “Mark and Dave” hill then a turn downhill for a mile home. As I got towards the bottom of the hill with 1500m to go Mum and Dad were standing there, It kind of caught me by surprise as I expected them to be near the finish line and at the time I was screaming at myself inside my head to “run smooth” so I’m unsure if I even said much! A couple of quick turns and it was onto the greatest 800m of any sporting event worldwide! It was something I hadn’t allowed myself to think about too much because it meant a lot more to me than anyone would know! The feeling of running along Alii Drive will be something that gets me through tough times for the rest of my life, It’s indescribable to be at the finish of not just a one day event but a 20-year dream! I zipped up my suit, tried to not look terrible and smiled the whole way down the chute! Emma was screaming like a shark attack victim about 50m from the finish line, got across the line, turned and took the mental snapshots I always do to give me something to reminisce on over the years... I can safely say looking back from the finish line to Emma smiling, the crowds cheering and the sun in the background was the best mental snapshot I could ever ask for! After a quick sleep and trash talk with the other Aussie boys I thought it was time to go see the family, I hobbled out to a very proud partner, Mum and Dad..... job done I guess. Post race thoughts:- If you have read this far I applaud you, once I release version 1.1 and a year or two down the track version 2.0 I expect you to read them also. Hawaii Ironman has always meant more than just a race to me. Hawaii has always been more than just another holiday destination for Emma, myself and My Olds, we all love the place and I certainly feel connected to the big island especially. In 2000 I watched a seemingly invincible human have the hardest day in sport he would ever have, he put his long service at work on the line, trained himself harder than ever before, turned up to the island fit as you could ever be and finished one busted up individual! I think that was the first time I felt the urge to race in Hawaii, an event that could be that tough must be worth the experience right? Well I can now say YES it’s sure worth the experience however post Kona I have come to realise that “the experience” isn’t only about that one day, it’s about the years prior that shape the person you are, it’s about the bonds you build with people when you train with them week in- week out, it’s about learning from the days that don’t go right and adapting to be better, it’s about the choices you (and your significant other) have to make in order to make the day happen, it’s about one day being able to affect your thoughts for years to come! It was a far-fetched goal that I wanted to achieve, to be on the start line with the fittest 2000 people on the planet and find out where I stand. I was hoping the Itch would be scratched, but I’m starting to learn that it’s not just a single goal it’s the process that I (and I think Emma) enjoy! Anyone who has chosen to do an event of this nature with any form of goal in mind knows the effect that the training and racing has not only yourself but your significant others, it’s a selfish sport and without someone who is supportive the end result wouldn’t be close to what it was. I appreciate the support no end. 9hours 15mins for a self coached rookie........... ill take that. Thanks for reading and SORRY for blabbering on!
  25. 13 points
    Be disciplined If we were to spend a day reading posts on this site (and many of us do) the lack of discipline which a lot of athletes show in their dialog, can be the key to everyone of them being better at the sport they obviously love. I doesn't make much difference whether you're training to break nine hours or breaking thirteen hours. Discipline can make a difference, quite a big difference. It can come down to simple stuff like turning up to training on time. I tell the guys in my squad there are only two options, on time or early. There's no third option. The mental quality you exercise to get anywhere on time, every time will come back and reward you on race day. Not just getting to the start on time, it'll show up as a habit, the habit of doing things well. If you start every day "doing things well" it becomes a habit. If you go into your race not thinking about what anyone else is doing, just focused on doing what you do as well as you can do it, the outcome will be good. There's only one square meter you can influence, if everything in that square meter is done as well as you can do it, you'll race to your potential. It doesn't matter if you have 8hrs a week or 18hrs a week available to train, having a military style discipline can make those hours count. Training for 8-10 disciplined hours will give better results than 20hrs of half @rsed training. When you run 400m efforts, you run 401m instead as a lot do, start easing up at 390m. It doesn't seem much at the time, but the psychological gains from knowing you have done it well, compared to the attitude of discounting, will show up when you have to dig deep in a race. Discipline is about building attitude. Your attitude is the most important asset you can take into a race. Especially in the last 20-25km of an Ironman race, It's OK to walk a few steps at an aid station, but it must be to a pre-determined plan. Whether it's 7 steps, 10 steps or whatever you have rehearsed in training, you have to use your practised discipline to start back running. Discipline is a habit. It's a way of life. It's doing the right thing. If only one person changes to a more disciplined life as a result of this post, that's a win. It can enhance every aspect of your life, work, family relationships etc. It simply allows better use of the hours you have.
  26. 13 points
    I prefer to call myself Pikachu. Thanks for the shout out on the course. I would've said more but breathing was hard. But yes prizna/Pikachu is off to Kona.
  27. 13 points
    Prizna off to Kona!
  28. 13 points
    welcome to triathlon, you'll fit right in with that amount of overthinking this far out.
  29. 13 points
    Little George Leo was born this morning by C-Section. Weighed 3.49Kg and HR of 155, but sleeping like a baby (what would you expect, Rimmer?) and drinking like there's no tomorrow. Mum a trooper, Dad in love with his Mini-me. Will post photos when I have slept.
  30. 13 points
    I had a gut feel about an old work mate last week who has his struggles. I hadn't heard from him for a long time.I didn't have his phone number so I emailed him to asked if he was okay and to ring if not.It turned out he wasn't. He rang me and we had a good long chat.Always trust your gut feel if you ever have an hunch someone you know may not be okay.
  31. 13 points
    Not my fastest & not my slowest. But it was my 20th Ironman & different race ticked off the list. My girls volunteered all day. My girls don’t care what time I finish. They just love me. Thanks again to Ironmanfoz for the spot.
  32. 13 points
    So, as many of you know, the last 4 years have been tumultuous for me to say the least. As you probably also know, the last year and a half has seen a massive turnaround for me, firstly by getting comfortable again in my own skin and then later hooking up with Stikman and the adventure that has followed there. More recently I've started giving some thought to going back to my former career. I did some job hunting earlier in the year and didn't have much success, though to be honest, I just kind of threw my resume around a bit and didn't try terribly hard. Work wise I've continued plodding along in my brain-dead job, enjoying it much of the time, hating it other times and more recently resenting the shiftwork which sees me having very few weekend days off, let alone entire weekends. Tough to maintain a relationship with someone who works M-F and don't even get me started on getting into some kind of training routine (I know many people make it work, but I suck at it). Yesterday morning I was out in the garden pulling weeds and a notification appeared on my watch regarding an email received. The name of the sender was familiar, but not one I had heard in about 7 years, when he was the head of one of the business units I looked after in my former life. I replied to the email and he called me back shortly after. Had a chat about what he's been doing, who he is working with now, what they do and where they are planning on heading and what they might need to get there. We talked a bit about the industry, what happened to it and how it is again changing and how opportunities are once again becoming available to those who might be interested. After a reasonable chat he then asked if I might be free soon to catch up for a coffee and have a chat about how I might be able to be lured away from my current job. That coffee is happening this morning and I am beyond excited. Wish me luck!
  33. 12 points
    My experience: I kidded myself about early starts and "quality time" with my primary aged kids when doing IM training. I must have "wanted it' because I'd be on the road at 4am to do long rides, would have ridden 100km by the time the groups would be hitting the RNP on a Sunday morning. I'd do a run before 5.30am swim squad, and do 3-4 swim squads a week. I'd run at lunch or long run mid morning on my admin day at work but be doing at least 90 minutes training every morning finishing no later than 7.30 am. I kidded myself I was spending quality time with my kids when I was really just dropping them to whatever they had on or be zonked on the lounge obsessing over training logs while they entertained themselves. I would often brush evenings out as I had to sleep to get up at 0400 and neglected my marriage. I also dialled in management and admin at work and my business trod water for a good few years while I chased an ironman finish. I did tris for 10 years and constantly felt guilty as I knew my priorities were not in order. Getting up early also traded off recovery from all the training I could do. i was constantly sleep deprived and I reckon I could have done better on 5 hours less training and 7 hours more sleep a week, than burying myself obsessing over being a middle of the pack AG triathlete Context: self employed, 11 hr flat IM Quality time is a crock of shit. There is only quantity. You can;t "work around" or "manage" your family, especially kids under late high school age. They won;t wait for their appointed time you have allotted them to bring up their school or relationship trouble, they'll want you to play with the dog when the dog is playful, not when you get home, you may miss the absolute gem of a moment when they run and jump onto your bed because you're doing laps of centennial park alone at sunrise. They may not enjoy cramming a family holiday around race week at Husky but prefer to be skiing with you or learning to surf. Luckily I had an experience similar to B@W and changed my priorities just in time.
  34. 12 points
    Oh wait,,,,,,, you said Mormon. Sorry.
  35. 12 points
    42km trail marathon. 800mtrs elevation. 4hrs11min, came 5th overall, 3rd male and 1st male over 40. £70 worth of OMM vouchers, wohoo 👍
  36. 12 points
    Some of you will know a little of my story from the Mental Health thread, but thought it was timely to post a brief update here. After some 28 years in the finance and insurance industries, I have earlier this week given notice for my current role with NAB. I have spent a good part of my adult life in various volunteering capacities, however over the last 4 years or so I have been devoting a fair amount of spare time to a local group that advocates for young people in our region by way of improving wellbeing and educational outcomes via a number of various strategies and programs. The business has grown considerably after receiving various funds from federal grants as well as philanthropic foundations. Long story short is that they approached me to see if I would consider working with them full time, and they have developed a role around my skill set and interests, so I really didn't have a choice!! I start with them at the end of the month. Looking forward to contributing on a larger scale and making a difference for these young people. Ayto
  37. 12 points
    In 2016 I went to Kona and after a result I wasn't completely happy with I set out a 3 year plan to get back. The plan included qualifying through Ironman WA in 2018. The race has a history of fast times but I figured if I was going to achieve my ultimate goal in Kona I had to race the good guys here at home. Plus I wanted to get the qualification out of the way nice and early to ensure a uninterupted build to the race. Fast forward to 2018 and plans change, life changes and you need to adapt and accept otherwise you lose sight of what we are here for. I cut ties with my coach 4 months earlier and self coached my way through the last 16 odd weeks. I had never gone into a race without a coach and this was completely new territory for me. I took an approach with this race that I didn't need the bike endurance for a race like port, and with all reports being that it's a race where the packs form, I trained for a little higher intensity than I normally would for Ironman so I could react if/when the surges came. I felt my running and swimming was where or at least approaching where I wanted it to be but I wondered if the 16 weeks was going to be a long enough time of consistency to allow me to execute what my goal was. I got to Busselton on the wednesday before the race anxious and excited to have a crack. The few days before the race really seemed to drag, I went for a couple of rides and found the roads to be crazy fast, I couldn't seem to control my power like I could on the crappy roads here in Port, but mainly put that down to being a bit fresher. By Saturday I had got a bit of a sniffle and a tickle in my throat and was panicking I was crook which did cause a bit of stress. Sunday morning in Busselton was pretty well the perfect conditions for an Ironman, not too cool and no wind. I was feeling alright and ready to have a crack. First ironman in 18 months and who knows what we are in for. Met up with a few people before the race and started the swim near Prizna, not that that lasted long... The swim was very un eventful but I enjoyed it. Water there is beautiful to swim in, the first lap was very cruisy holding feet and just ticking off the buoys, second lap was the same just with a bit of dodging but I never found the traffic to cause any issues. Out of the water in 56:31, 3rd in age group. I don't time or wear a watch during the swim so I didn't get this split till the end. It's my slowest ironman swim time outside of kona, and probably not a good indication of where my swimming is at but the position out of the water is about what I expected so no stress there. Onto the bike and I felt pretty good right off the bat, my goal watts for the race were to hold ~210-220w and I was seeing a whole lot of readings in the 230-240w range and beyond so I was trying to control that but in the end just decided to let the power come and it will be what it is. The packs I thought or was told about never formed and I joked about it as I passed Prizna asking where all the packs are? It's probably the fairest race I have ridden, I can comfortably say I worked every second of that bike leg under my own steam and I think almost everyone else out there racing could say the same, there is probably one rider who I saw really pushing the envelope (and I let him know that after about 10 beers on monday arvo). Throughout the ride I seemed to be holding my place pretty well, this is unusual for me as I do normally get a few people coming through but they seemed few and far between and very spread out. I seemed to be passing enough to counteract the ones passing me but I definitely seemed to overtake more in the second half. Towards the end of the bike I passed a guy I knew was in my age group, he decided he wanted to come with me and stuck with me till the final turn around where he put in a huge effort and put 50-100m on me on the run back into town. I closed the gap down a bit and we got off the bike maybe 20 seconds apart. Ride time 4:48:46 (first time under 5) still 3rd in age group. I changed my socks in T2 as they got, ahhh a bit wet on the bike. I lost a bit of time there and the 4th place in my age group entered T2 just as I was leaving. He passed me within the first 2k, I ran my first 2k in 4:15 and 4:12 and he disappeared into the distance. I never really felt comfortable on the run and pulled the run pace back up back to 4:20 at the fastest very quickly. I was holding that 4:20-4:30 pace for the first 2 laps and managed to run with Cam Wurf for a good chunk of his last lap which was interesting. After being passed in the first 2k I managed to pass the guy who entered T2 1st in our age group a few km later and then on the second lap passed the guy who jumped on my wheel heading back to T2. The rest of the run was just survival, I slowed considerably on the 3rd and 4th laps and walked through a few aid stations. It could have really got ugly but I did manage to run the whole out and back section on the last lap. It's amazing the deals you can make with yourself to run a whole 6k at the end of an ironman. The final run time was 3:17:46 which was pretty disappointing but a good indication of the work I need to do to get where I want to be. I finished the race and got out of recovery to meet my Girlfriend. The first thing she said to me is lets go to Kona we can make this work. I didn't hesitate in saying no and for me it was the easiest thing I did on the whole trip. I was stoked for all the guys getting a spot but never once feel like I am missing out on anything by not going this year. I have a lot of positives to take away from this race, namely I have turned things around a lot from 12 months earlier when I was in a terrible place with consistency of training, my love of triathlon was fading and I had 0 motivation. Cutting ties with my coach was probably the best thing I have done, he wasn't getting the best out of me and stepping away from that was a hard thing for me to do. The negatives are just that I am disappointed with my run. I am going to work hard on that and will see a very different result at Port Mac in May. The weekend in Busso was probably one of the best Ironman weekends I have had away. Spending time with a local mate who stayed with us (and punched his ticket to Kona) seeing Prizna get a massive reward for some unreal commitment was a huge highlight. Meeting Jaimie and Keiran and seeing them on course. Of course Sam, seeing him in the race and watching him finish gave me goose bumps, his emotion in the finish shute gives this sport a whole new perspective.
  38. 12 points
    Thanks for the support, I had a PB swim, couldn’t hang onto anyone’s feet so found myself in no mans land but the goal was always sub 1:20 swim which I achieved, bike I’m stoked with, nailed the plan and biked 5:27, got off and legs felt good but the lingering ITB tightness was noticeable, I haven’t run for 4 weeks so didn’t know what to expect, I ran well for 25km walking the aid stations to reset the body position, but it got progressively worse and at 25km the ITB said no more, so the last 17km was 500 walk 500 run. So I’m happy but frustrated at the same time. Overall beat my previous best time by close to 30 mins I think.
  39. 12 points
    Well, I finally had some good yesterday. After all the misery of having to tell people they didn't have a job anymore, over the past couple of weeks, I had one of the guys that won a position knock it back as he'd got an offer from the sales area that he was chasing. This enabled me to go to the guy who was next in the list and offer him a position. He was due to leave the company tomorrow. The delight & excitement in his voice once it sunk in was such a pick-me-up.
  40. 12 points
    That was a hard run. Weather was perfect. Ran with the 4hr pacer's although they split and i probably foolishly went with the faster one. All went well until about 33km then someone dropped a piano on me. The last 9km was hard, just kept trying to dig for something, stay positive and hope the finish line got to me before the 4hr back pacer, cos i had nothing. Kept eating and drinking (as i got that wrong in Coastal Classic). had a few concrete pills and reminded myself why i was doing it. I got home in 3:58
  41. 11 points
  42. 11 points
    No but I recorded it on Strava. *only joking. The segment was too short 😥
  43. 11 points
    Can't give too many details, but my wife & her boss are helping a family of political asylum seekers settle in our town (and trust me, they need it - the husband who was in the Govt (right at the top) is dying has already been jailed in his country for trying to expose Govt corruption and worse). They have 5 kids & the girls have found them a house, furniture including stuff donated by Vinnies & the Salvos, her boss has spent $500 of her own money getting them things. The husband won't last very long he is so ill, but just wants to see his family settled safely here. Hopefully he'll live past tomorrow to see that.
  44. 11 points
    He pays the bills and runs the forum. He can do what ever he likes inregards to trying to flog some product. There are others who use this forum to promote their on commercial intrest and contribute zero dollars to keeping the website running.
  45. 11 points
    Ironman WA 2018 Race Report It’s definitely been a long time between drinks. 2014 was my last IM race at which I had a PB of 14:23:xx or something like that. Between then and now, I had a pretty shit few years with the last year being pretty good, but sadly very busy. About 10 weeks ago though, I decided to throw caution to the wind and enter IMWA. I always knew an ironman on the back of 10 weeks training from effectively a zero base was going to be tough. All I really wanted though was to get around the course and feel that IM feeling once again. So, here’s how it all went down…….. Leading up to the big day, I did some really quite targeted training. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to build well, so I just focussed on what was possible given the time constraints my job currently leaves with me with and the physical constraints I have to manage almost daily. I was much more consistent than I expected of myself and got a lot of quite good sessions in. Stikman was constantly in the background encouraging me to do more intense sessions to help build speed, but this IM wasn’t about speed, it was about getting to the finish line with a smile on my face. I have to say, everything training wise pretty much went to plan. We arrived down in Busselton on Thursday afternoon, got settled into accommodation, caught up with Stikman’s parents (who are in Busselton for pretty much every IM event and just LOVE it) and got settled in to the groove. Friday we went for a practice swim. This was probably the most important thing that happened for me leading up to the event. The background is, my usual wetsuit is sized for my usual racing weight which is about 10 kilos lighter than I currently am. I borrowed a wetsuit from Humdrum which felt like it was going to fit ok, but during the practice swim, I had a meltdown. Full on panic attack. I ended up getting out of the water at one of the platforms on the side of the jetty and had planned on heading back to shore. I did some stern self-talk and got myself back into the water and swam back to shore, just. It hadn’t gone well. That experience really, really threw me. The next day we went out for another practice swim. Again, I did not feel good. I felt better than the previous day, but I couldn’t see how I could possibly have made it through 3.8ks. Stikman bossed me into going and at least having a look at what wetsuits might be available at the expo. I ended up picking up an Orca Equip, the last one and miraculously in my size. I immediately took it for a swim and it felt AMAZING. I felt like I was now ready. Race day. The later start to cater for the 70.3 meant a much more relaxed start to the day than I had remembered from previous. Staying nice and close to the jetty also meant it was nice and easy to get self and ancillary crap to the race without too many headaches. Arrived, crap attached to bike, street gear tucked away and off to the beach. The water was perfect. Still and calm. The swim had definitely been a concern for me, and not just due to the wetsuit issues, but also because I am not an especially confident open water swimmer and the swim now being along the coast rather than out and back had me worried about swell and waves washing over me as I tried to breathe on the ocean side. Thankfully conditions being so perfect meant I didn’t have to worry about any of that. I positioned myself toward the back of the pack, which then got further back as I realised I should really wash the spit out of my goggles and probably get my face a bit wet to try and avoid the usual panic I have at a race start. I am very glad I chose to do that, even though it put me even further back in the pack. A roughly 15 minute shuffle along the beach as the rolling start began and in the water I went. It all went perfectly for me, it was a nice easy swim (lazy as Stikman calls my swimming style) and I thoroughly enjoyed it, though definitely did miss the trip around the jetty. Out of the water in 1:48:06 as expected and feeling really good. T1. I had the BEST vollie looking after me. Seriously the best. I wish I had asked her name to give her a proper shout out, but she was seriously awesome. I took my time, made sure I did everything I needed to do and off I went. Bike. My bike is always easy to find on the racks. It’s bright white coupled with all manner of garishly bright coloured accessories (see pic). It also helps it’s usually all alone when I get to it. My goal times had been 2 hours after race start onto the bike. Tick. Then an 8 hour bike, leaving 7 hours for the marathon. Well, it went perfectly to plan. I sat on my target watts for the whole course and finished in 7:52:58. I had a few brain breaks, on the new section where the hour and a bit of constant rumble does my head in and the first return into town into the headwind. Other than that, the ride was really quite uneventful. I enjoyed it for the most part and it all went nicely to plan. T2. Again, I took my time, got everything done I needed to do and was out on the run course with what some referred to as a picnic (was just a sandwich and a stroopwaffle) and a smile on my face. Run. I had 7 hours for the marathon as planned but as this is IM, I knew plans sometimes (often) go awry so I decided to bank as much time as I could up front in case the wheels came off later in the day. I settled into a 3 min run/2 min walk pattern (I usually do 4/1 but it just didn’t sit right). I stuck with that pretty consistently till about 2/3rds of the way through the 3rd lap when my back really started giving me grief. I was glad to have banked time early as it allowed me to settle into a fast walk for the remaining 15ks or so. For those of you who haven’t walked the last 15ks of an IM, it’s bloody boring. And it really hurts the body, so much more than running. Toward the end of my 3rd lap I caught up with Stikman who was on his last lap and we walked together to the finishers chute. A quick kiss goodbye and on I trudged as he headed blissfully home. On I went. The last lap was relatively uneventful. A notable exception being the snake on the path which I barely saw in the dark. I am sure I scared it as much as it scared me. The finish chute. The best part of the day. As does everyone finishing an IM, I just love the finish chute. There’s not a lot of support when you’re coming in close to the cutoff, but what support there is, is LOUD. I really took my time coming down, high fiving everyone along the way. I was vaguely listening to Pete Murray on the way in, I heard him say something about ‘someone special’, then I looked up and saw my giant human, Stikman, waiting for me at the finish line with medal and towel in hand and a massive grin on his face. He had waited in recovery for an hour and a half for me to finish so he could be there for me. There is something very special about getting your medal from the one you love. So, there you have it. I wouldn’t recommend preparing for an IM the way I did if you can avoid it, but I can recommend taking a risk and having a crack even though the prep might not be perfect. Race time: 16:49:40
  46. 11 points
    Like Katz I got value for money (15:47). My worst time by 30 minutes.However despite this I had a good day out there all told and enjoyed myself . Saw Katz out the ride, and she had a smile on her face.Met a lovely guy called Dan. I was/ am sore as shit this morning.Big shout out to Mrs BR who followed me round the course all day.I am retired now .🥂
  47. 11 points
    We see a lot of this, Trannies supporting each other. Just a callout for Willie today. I am doing the Sydney to Gong ride on Sunday and had a problem with the old roadie that happened last weekend. I was speaking with Willie last night about something and he offered to call out to my place early this morning on his way to a meeting. He spent time and got the old stead working well for my Sunday ride. Thanks mate - you are a legend. FM
  48. 11 points
    Well that was a better day out although still painful and disappointing in a very first world sense! Clicked along nicely at 4:10s and was in 1st place up to 36km... hit the wall and pace dropped to 4:25 / 4:30.. kept 1st place up until 40.5km then grabbed a coke in the aid station and looked back and saw Estoban (amazing pocket rocket athlete) come cruising past and I had nothing left to keep up. 2nd place by about 400m 😞 But time was 2:58:30 which is only 1min slower than PB I now hurt. Pub.
  49. 11 points
    T2 Racked my bike ( not sure about Bolton but at Wales, there are no helpers to rack your bike or help with bags etc) and headed to the tent. After learning my lesson last year, I had a complete change of clothes for running but I was dry this year, so didn't bother. I was also starting the run a fair bit earlier than last year, so I made the decision to just run in my tri suit, with arm warmers. Took my bike gear off, decided not to wear sunnies, slapped on my Trannie hat and runners and headed out. Run: Compared to last year, the feeling was like chalk and cheese, it was lighter, brighter and I felt like I was ready to run, rather than survive. I had put lots of thought into the run and did a recce of the run course on the bike on Friday and I had a plan of where to walk, where to run and the pace I wanted to run at. All great in theory The crowds in Tenby have to be experienced to be truly understood, it's like an assault on your eardrums! I was determined not to get carried away and burn matches. My plan was to walk the hillier sections (about 5 per lap) and run at 6.20-6.30 pace when I did run. I was also going to walk as fast as I can on the walk bits, walking with purpose as it would be described later. So out of town on lap1 and the start of the 2mile undulating hill, all went well, hit my marks, stayed disciplined and on track, picked up my band for lap 1. (at Wales your bands are picked up just over half way through the lap). It's hard to describe but I just felt 'good'. Back into towns and the rabbit warren of narrow streets, small rises, drunk crowds, out towards the finish then turn right at my hotel for lap 2. Once out of town again, I started to get a pain in my stomach, like stomach ache, almost wanting to throw up but not quite. I was managing this but frustrated at the same time. A little later into the lap, I started to feel a bit dizzy and realised if I did not slow right down (I had already slowed) I was going to fall over. I've never experienced this before. About the same time I started to get some plantar pain in my right foot, so things were going south fast. Instead of panicking and pushing on like an idiot, I just stuck to my discipline, although the pace has slowed. I tried to work it through logically. My stomach wasn't having anything to do with nutrition or coke, I knew that. I also knew I was probably suffering dehydration from sweating on the bike. I'd been taking heaps of water at the run aids stations. A-HA, some logic at last! Maybe I was making it worse by drinking water and diluting the little bit of sodium I did have left in my system. By now lap two was over and I started lap 3, and sipped some Enervit electrolyte at the one station then at the other I would sip the same and a little water to help it go down. This seemed to help as I felt like at least it wasn't getting worse but I couldn't focus very well. Pace wise, the damage was done now. Picked my third band and headed down the long hill and back into town. This is where it really came undone for me. I was already feeling low but the mass of crowds, noise and general chaos didn't lift my spirits, it made it worse. I didn't engage with the crowd at all, in fact I blanked them out so I wouldn't fall over. I turned at my hotel and there is an aid station just past there. I properly stopped for the first time on the run, took some Enervit and slumped against a dumpster they were using for rubbish. One of the station guys came over and asked if I wanted medical, I said 'no, I'm done, I can't do another 10km like this'. He looked at my white hat and said 'mate you look paler than your hat but you have three bloody bands, walk it all if you have to, get it done buddy but go when you're ready' In all, I probably stopped at that dumpster for 2 mins, but it was the most valuable 2mins of the whole day. It was properly dark now and I shuffled on and jogged a bit, pace was done to 8-9 min kms now but I found on the hills I could still walk fast, nearly as fast as I was running. Change of plan!, I walked the whole hill, except for one small flat section, I walked all the other flat sections up to the top turnaround. Then I just let gravity take over, I was still taking evervit at the stations. Picked up my last band and a younger lady in the race said she was so jealous of my as she had two laps to go. This is when I gave myself an uppercut and realised how lucky I was to be headed down this bloody hill for the last time and at least I didn't have a glow stick! Back into town and I walk a lot of the little rises in town, they sap your spirit because the come after a 90 deg turn all the time, so you lose momentum. This time I perked up, looked at the crowd etc. On every lap at a quite hilly bit in town, there is always one guy from IM, he was there last year, he encourages everyone and stands on his own. I think he's a coach and he said to me 'look at that, walking with real purpose, even on your last lap'. that made me happy as I knew I wasn't death shuffling. The finish chute was crazy, I enjoyed much more this time around, full arms in the air like I'd just one the bloody thing haha. They called my name and said I was from "Down Under" I felt like I was 6ft down under earlier in the evening. Got my medal and moved through recovery quickly. Now I was focused on two things, shower and my large baguette and a pint of beer. Which was not that smart given my sick feeling but nothing was going to stop me having that! On the way back I passed the aid station that had helped me. The guy was made up to see I'd finished, he said 'that was touch and go buddy' and he was right. I saw people with glow sticks heading past me. I shouted encouragement outwardly but inwardly I thought 'you poor bastards'. So what did I learn? When I set out to do this race, which was a late decision, based on LCW times, my goal was to cut 90 mins from last year's time, which would have meant 14.15. My time was 14.28.53, so I did not hit that goal and on Monday I did not consider it a success but I do now the dust has settled. I improved by 10% in my AG and 7% overall. I learned mixed weather races can be tricky. If you have a plan be prepared to change it and adjust. Also, instead of accepting the fate, think logically about if there is anything you can do to correct it. When I realised there was a danger of overheating on the bike, I should have taken a bottle or two of Enervit, even if it meant taking no gels because I had still had some Torq bar pieces. I learned not to leave your expensive Oakleys on the bench in T2. somebody had a very good race courtesy of me! Overall, I love the sport, love the community but I'm ready to try other stuff. Tenby, we've had a good run but we're through. It's not me, it's you.
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