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The Jump

Posted: August 21, 2012 in Uncategorized

Following on from the Outlaw on the 1st July I had 6 weeks run in to Challenge Copenhagen.  Not a lot of time!  Factor in 1 weeks recovery after the Outlaw and 1 week taper that left exactly 4 weeks in which I was hoping to get some quality training.  History has shown that I always perform better in my second Ironman distance race of the season – In planning out my 2012 race calendar, I took this into account and the plan was to use the Outlaw as a spring board to jump off.

The final training block leading into Challenge Copenhagen went as well as I could have hoped.   One week after the Outlaw and I was feeling awesome.  I was like a horse chomping at the bit.  I know I recover quickly but I was careful to wind things up slowly over the next 4 weeks.  Building each session on the last, I could feel myself getting stronger and stronger.  But more importantly, with each session, I could feel the “BELIEF” inside me growing.  For me, that last 4 weeks training was a much about convincing myself I was good enough to make this jump into the pro ranks as it was about anything else.

Standing at that start line along side all the other pro’s I honestly believed ‘I could do this’.  No doubts, no fears, just focus and a lot of pride.  To be even standing along side all these awesome athletes was the best sporting achievement of my life and the gun had not even gone off yet!

The swim went pretty well.  A few guys shot off the front pretty early on.  As it happened I settled into the second group of swimmers at what felt like a very comfortable pace.  After about 1000m the pace settled down and I found myself swimming a bit slower than I would have liked.  However, by now the gap to the guys in front was just too big to bridge, so it was either swim solo or stick with the pace in the group.  I opted to stay with the group.  I had made the call not to wear a watch for the swim so I had no idea of my swim split.  To be honest I did not even give it a seconds thought.  I just got my head down and went through T1 as fast as I possibly could.  I was surprised to find that having come into T1 in a group 8-9 strong this quickly spread out.  Leaving T1 I could only see 2 other riders.  I had either been super quick or super slow?!?

The bike was very strange territory for me.  Normally, I am solo for the entire bike leg in Ironman distance races.  I knew going into the race and starting with the pro’s it was likely that other bikers would be around me.  My biggest concern was about staying 10m or more behind the bike in front.

How do you gauge 10m?  To solve this problem I had practised spotting points in front of me and then making sure those points were 11 long strides or more away from me.   I did this while walking to the race briefing and was relieved to find that, with a bit of trial and error using this method, it was actually very easy to gauge 10m 🙂

I love the bike course out in Copenhagen.  It starts out winding through the city before you head north along the coast on a fast stretch of road.  By the time we had reached this section of road I had passed 4-5 riders and a speed line had formed behind me.   The course then heads inland and onto some smaller roads with a bit of climbing and some more technical sections.  As the 1st lap went on things changed around a bit.  A few riders took their turn at the front of the speed line and a few riders were dropped.  As we hit the second lap the group had whittled down to three riders.

This all changed at the 150km mark.  We had just hit a short incline.  This is where you have to be really careful not to enter the 10m exclusion zone.  I was at the back of the speed line and the pace dropped much more than I was expecting.  So much so that I had to put the brakes on quite hard to avoid entering the 10m exclusion zone.  The rider in front of me did not.  He must have only been closer than 10m for just over 30 seconds and the motor cycle came up along side him to give him a yellow card and a 4 minute penalty.  I had been riding in and around this guy most of the day and it must have been the first time he had got closer than 10m, from what I had seen.  Gutted for him, but rules are rules I guess.

At that point I made the call to put my foot down and push for the last 30km.  I was still feeling strong and thought this would be the perfect time to break away from these guys.  It seemed to work 🙂

As I entered the edge of the city I could see three riders in front of me and by the time I entered T2 I had caught them up.  My bike split was 4:41:00 and was the 4th fastest of the day.  What really surprised me was what happened next.  All three guys in front got directed into the penalty tent to serve a 4 min penalty for drafting and I found my self leaving T2 4th in the race!!!

I was running with a bounce in my step and feeling good.  Only problem was I desperately needed a loo stop!  I really did not want to stop, but when nature calls, it calls.  So I found my self in the aid station toilets counting the seconds down.  It felt like the longest loo stop I have ever had!!

Back on the road and I was running well.  Nothing amazing, but a solid 2:55 – 3:00 marathon pace.  I was passed by a 2-3 pros over the first 20km but that really did not phase me.  I was running well, really well.  They were just running better.  Simple as that.  Around the 23-24 km mark the pace started to drop.  This happened to me in the Outlaw and fundamentally the reason why I was unable to win that race.  I was expecting this drop in pace to happen in Copenhagen.  At that stage of the race I have come to believe that holding pace is as much mental as it is physical.  I knew I needed to find something to mentally hold onto that would pull me through that dark patch when it hit, I just did not know what it would be.  With 13km to go I could feel the race slipping away from me.  What really upset me was the thought of failing to make this step up into the pro ranks after all the sacrifices Carli (my fiancée / wife in two weeks!!) has made in order that I could achieve my dream.  She has gone through so much, from sitting at my bed day and night after the crash in IM Lanzarote, to putting up with my relentless drive to get back into a sport that almost killed me.  Putting up with the never ending hours of training AND listening to my drivel about power, heart rate etc…..  Coming to watch every race I do.  In this instance she was up at 3am to make an early flight on Saturday morning.  She then was up with me at 4am on Sunday and flew home at 9pm after the race.  The thought of that all being for nothing was just not an option.  As all of this was going through my mind, Carli’s face just popped into my head and simply said ‘just run faster’.  So with 12km to go, I did just that with Carli ‘pulling’ me along all the way to the finish.

I had no clue what my overall time was going to be until I turned the last corner.  With 20m to go I saw the clock.  It read 8:46:xx.  It was all a bit to much.  As I crossed the finish line I could feel the tears starting to well up and the bottom lip starting to shake.  Good thing I was still wearing my sunnies!  I went straight through the finish area to find Carli.  I gave her a massive massive hug and said ‘we did it babe’ 🙂

In 2011 I crossed the finish at Challenge Copenhagen in 8hr 59mins 42 seconds.  At the time I remember thinking ‘it does not get any better than this’.  Well, it just did!

The final break down:

Swim 51:13   Position 8th

T1 2:35  Position 14th

Bike 4:41:00  Position 4th

T2 1:46  Position 8th

Run 3:10:34  Position 9th

Overall Time 8:47:06 Final overall position 8th

Sitting at the table having breakfast the morning of the race I started to read the welcome speech written by the race director, titled: Ko Aloha la ea – “keep the love”

“Each athlete has a vision, one representing strength and courage that begins with a dream and is filled with love.  The love that surrounds you and what is within you has brought you here.  No matter what challenges you face, no matter who you are or where you come from, with love you can surmount anything.  I encourage you to reflect on the journey that brought you to Kona and what it has taught you.  It is time to call upon your knowledge, inner strength and determination.  Embrace the power of the Big Island, conquer this championship and fulfil your dream.  As you continue your journey, embrace the purpose of competition.  Competition is not the domination of others, but rather the pursuit of excellence within you.”

The journey I have been on over the last 17 months was summarised there in that welcome speech.

Starting with the crash in Lanzarote and what followed.
I would have never made it to Kona without the amazing support of my friends, family and most significantly my truly legendary girl friend, Carli.  The weekend before the race we ventured over to Maui and on black rock, a lava headland, with the surf crashing all around us I asked her to marry me.  She said YES!  So for me, sitting there at 3.30am eating my breakfast, the reference to “love” in the welcome speech really did hold extra special significance.

The race its self was certainly one hell of an experience.  The swim was tough and like nothing I have ever done before.  The intensity and aggression of all the swimmers was crazy.  You would have thought it was a 100m sprint not the start of an Ironman.   I felt like I was doing OK so was pretty surprised to see my clock read a slow 1hr 01 mins when I exited the water.

Much like the swim, it felt like the bike was going OK.  I started out at a controlled pace and was feeling good.  It felt like I was slowly moving up the field and at the turn around point I don’t think I was more than a 5 minutes off the leading age groupers.  The return leg was always going to be where the damage would be done.  As the sun heats up the lava rocks, they in turn heat up the air around them and this then gets blown into your face by super strong head winds. I knew what to expect having checked out the course at the same time of day the week before.  However, at race pace effort I found myself overheating.   Backing off the pace slightly helped and I made the call not to try and push but find a comfortable pace in this heat, which was a disappointingly slow pace.Chris Goodfellow Kona Bike

I came into T2 in 5hrs 03 mins.  As with the swim, this was slower than I would have expected but I was hopeful I would still be able to run well.  It was immediately obvious that this was not going to be the case.  I could not even hold 5 mins / km.  People were flying by me like I was standing still.   The heat was just sapping the energy from me and the situation did not seem to improve.  This is what I was afraid would happen out here.  I know I suffer in the heat and I had hoped that the heat training and acclimatization might help.  After this race I don’t think any amount of heat training can help me.  I am just not designed / built to race in the heat.

Despite all of this, my mind was still in a good place and I was feeling surprisingly positive. I have become good at gauging the effort level needed for the run section of an Ironman.  So I just locked in on that and walked the aid stations.  The time was going to be bad, I knew that, but I just focused on trying to enjoy as much as I could of what was left of the day.  The run time ended up being an embarrassingly slow 3hrs 57 mins.  Probably one of my slowest ever Ironman runs.  Still as I crossed the finish line I felt honoured to have been part of what is truly an amazing event.

My finishing time was 10hrs 08mins.  Not a great time for me, but if you asked me what went wrong, I honestly don’t think anything did.  I always knew that for me, heat was going to be the limiting factor.  Given the conditions on the day, this was the very best my body could do.  Looking over the results I was 535th overall and 100th out of 171 in my age group.  The competitive side of my nature kicks in at this point and I cannot help feeling disappointed with my performance.  Then the other half of my brain reminds me that I gave my all and this was the very best my body could have done under the conditions on the day.  Honestly, part of me will always feel disappointed I was not able to perform to the level that I know I am capable of, but that is just the way things go sometimes.

Later on that evening we went back to the finish and watched 60, 70 and even 80+ year old men and women finishing the race.  Truly inspirational stuff.  I repeatedly found myself holding back the tears as athletes crossed the line.  This whole day has left me feeling very humble.  There are some truly amazing athletes competing in this event and I feel honoured to have been out there competing with and against them.  It has been an awesome experience and in the words of the race director, Ko Aloha la ea – “keep the love”.

Hawaii Sun Set

Sport can be heart breaking.  You see it every day in sporting events when things do not go ‘your way’ after all the focus and effort that has been invested.  This can cause grown men and women to break down is tears with the disappointment just too much to handle.  Conversely, the ecstasy you feel when you achieve your dreams in sport is like nothing you can imagine.  This is why I love sport.  It is an emotional roller coaster and you never know where the ride will take you.  But one thing is certain, it is always one hell of a ride.
Over the last 15 months I think I have just about experienced every type of emotion possible.  The crash in Lanzarote started it all off and if I am honest I am not really sure what I was feeling.  I don’t think my mind was in any state to really ‘feel’ anything.  In the aftermath all I can recall is this intense anger and frustration.  My response to this was to channel all this raw emotion into my training and recovery.  I was solely focused on getting back to racing and this focus consumed me, to the point that I was missing the things that really matter in life.
I had entered both Challenge Barcelona and Ironman Mexico with the goal of going sub 9 hours in both races.
Challenge Barcelona was emotional to say the least.  Standing on the start line watching the sun rise I just felt happy to be alive and lucky, so very lucky to have been able to find my way back to full fitness.  I wish I could explain in words what crossing that finish line meant to me.  It was like I had been going through the last few months with a red mist blurring my view of things and the process of completing that race slowly allowed that red mist to lift.  Hard to explain.  The finish time (9hrs 26mins) that day was not really what I had been aiming for but I let it go.  Always next time.  Next time being Ironman Mexico.  But as is often the way in sport, things did not quite go to plan and while I was happy with the result (9hrs 23mins & a slot for Kona) I felt like I had not performed to the best of my ability.  This bugged me.  I knew I was better than that.  I just did not have the performance to prove it.

With Kona scheduled at the end of my 2011 season, many people might have expected me not to race much in the build up.  The thing is, I still had a lot of unfinished business and did not want to leave it to be put right in Kona.  I really want to be able to enjoy Kona and not worry about the result.  I know I am probably going to melt on the run and just want to go there, soak up the experience with no pressure on my shoulders.
Instead I put that pressure on both Ironman Switzerland and Challenge Copenhagen with the hope I might at least in one of the races do myself proud.  Things in Ironman Switzerland did not go to plan. I clocked 9hrs 33mins and was frustrated to produce another performance that I felt was below par.  After the race I spent alot of time analyzing why things had gone wrong and put together a detailed race plan for Challenge Copenhagen that hopefully addressed all those issues.
In my last four Ironman distance races I had clocked 9:34, 9:26, 9:23, 9:33 and I was beginning to loose faith in whether I would ever actually make it under 9 hours at all.
Going into Challenge Copenhagen I can honestly say that I was not thinking about breaking 9 hours.  After the last four races I just wanted to have a solid race and a result I could be proud of.  Things started well and I clocked a 52mins swim.  I had felt smooth, comfortable and happy with the pace.  The bike took you through Copenhagen centre and I took it very easy in this section.  As the route headed north I started to up the anti.

By the end of the first lap I was bang on the race plan of 280 watts average and feeling very comfortable.  Second lap went well, I picked the cadence up a bit on the climbs and with 20km to go the power had only dropped slightly to 273 Watts average.  At this point I made a big call. I was still feeling good but I backed the pace right down.  Freewheeling the descents and putting minimal effort in on the flats.
This probably meant I was 5 minutes slower into T2 but I was hoping it would allow me to hit the run with at least a chance of running well???
Out of T2 on the run I was feeling OK.  The 4m40sec/km pace I hoped to hold felt refreshingly comfortable but for some reason I was not in a great place mentally.  I think I was expecting to blow up at any point.  But as the marathon progressed to my surprise I was still holding pace.  Two laps down and I was still expecting to blow up but didn’t.  One lap to go and even then I thought, ‘things like this just don’t work out, I am never going to make it below 9hrs’.  5km to go and still I was convinced I would come home in 9hr 05mins.
Like I said my maths is rubbish.  I had 12mins and 3km to go!! I thought F**k it.  If I blow up now so be it, but I am going to ‘sprint’ at my very limit until I do.  The rest was a blur of pain.  I only knew I was going to do this when i was within 5 meters of the finish line.  That is how close things were!!
As I crossed the line I was consumed with emotion.  The culmination of the last six years training and focus was all there in that moment and it is one I will remember for the rest of my life.

Things are heating up!

Posted: June 28, 2011 in Uncategorized
I have learnt a lot in the last few weeks.
It all started with the national 50 mile TT champs.  I went into this race a little fatigued but still hoping to put in a solid performance.  The race went OK I guess, having never done a 50 mile TT before I was not entirely sure how to pace it.  I have come to realise that you need to be really fired up for time trailing and on this occasion I don’t think I put in enough of an effort.  Don’t get me wrong, I was trying hard, just not hard enough.  As I headed off on a 1hr run after the race my legs still felt relatively fresh, which should NOT be the case after a 50 mile TT.
I clocked a 1:55:08 for the course and came in a slightly disappointing 35th.  After chatting to a few guys who finished in the top 20 and a full 7 minutes ahead of me, I discovered that I was putting out a good 20-30 more watts than them (my average was 343Watts).  These guys were roughly my size so I must have been loosing those watts somewhere.  My bike and wheels are top notch, so the only thing left is me.  Guess I am not as aero on the bike as I thought.
Three days later I was lined up for a local 25mile TT.  This time I was fired up and feeling fresh.  I was not going to leave anything out on the course today.  I went through the first 20mins averaging 408 Watts.  OK possibly a bit to hard!  Still I managed to hang on in there and finished with an average of 390 Watts in a time of 53:40.  Happy with that!  I still need to address the aerodynamics issue to work out where I am loosing those watts but I am racing IM Switzerland in two weeks so I am not prepared to start messing with things so close to such a big race.  That will have to wait till after.
Following the mid week TT I was entered in the Cotswold 113 on the Sunday.  The plan before the race was a little strange.  Instead of doing the two lap / 56 mile bike course I planned to do 4 laps / 112 miles and try out Ironman pace and nutrition.  The reasoning behind this was quite simple.  Before the race I guessed my Ironman pace to be around 300 Watts, but wanted to try this out before Switzerland with the exact nutrition plan I intend to use for the Ironman in two weeks time.  If I blow my doors, no worries and I will know not to go that hard in two weeks.
The swim was interesting.  A group on the right hand side started a good 20m ahead of the rest of the field and hit the lead.  To my surprise I caught this group with relative ease and as in the previous race sat in nicely behind the lead swimmer until the start of the second lap.  At this point the lead swimmer started on a short cut instead of following the marked route.  I let he go and headed on the correct course.  I ended up swimming solo for the second lap but happy to come out of the water in 27mins, fresh and in second place behind the swimmer who had taken a ‘short cut’.
Out on the bike my garmin was not working.  In days gone by this would have really pissed me off, but not today.  I have established a pretty good feel for power on the bike and just got in the grove and rode on feel alone.  I hit the end of the first lap after 1hr 05mins and took the lead.  Based on this pace I was on for a 4hr 20min bike split!  Not expecting to hold this pace I cracked on.  End of second lap was bang on 2hr 10mins, still on track for 4hr 20min!!!  Oh, I was leading by a good 5mins but happy to leave that for another day, I headed out for the third lap.  To my surprise the garmin started working at this point and I could see that I was riding in and around the low 300’s 🙂  I ignored the watch and just carried on riding on feel.  End of the third lap and my lap time had slowed very slightly to 1hr 07mins.  At this point I checked the garmin and my average power was 307!  Not bad at all.  On the final lap I managed to hit a 1hr 05mins lap time.  Average power was up to 311 and I was feeling great.  Legs felt fresh and I was pretty confident my legs would be good for the run.  My final bike split was 4hr 22mins!! But the real test would be when I hit the run.  I could not believe that after a bike split like that, I would be able to run well.
For the second time today I surpassed my expectations.  Something that does not happen a lot (I always set the bar very high).  I was running at 4:20-30mins/km and it felt like I was holding back.  Exactly how you want to be on the start on an Ironman.  I did one lap and called it a day.  I knew I had got the pacing bang on and did not want to over cook it out on the run course.
I was totally blown away by how today went.  I don’t want to think about things to much. I know better than anyone that racing an Ironman is a long day and anything can happen!  BUT…Ironman Switzerland is in two weeks.  Watch this space…….

Third time Lucky

Posted: June 7, 2011 in Uncategorized

Things have been going well in training over the last few weeks and after the disappointment of my ‘detour’ in the last race I was looking forward to the next two races: Tri Grans Prix UK(1.9km-90km-21km) and Boskman (2.6km-120km-22km).

In the week building up to the Tri Gran Prix I decided to do a local 10 mile TT on the Tuesday night.  Despite not intending to push hard I ended up holding 398W over the 10 mile course.  Doohooo!  The following day I did a very high tempo run on the tarmac and then a hard swim on the Thursday night.  These three consecutive days of high end training left me feeling fatigued.  Nothing to major but just knocked out my top end and I was a little worried going into the Tri Gran Prix middle.


Despite putting these thoughts to the back of my mind, once the race started it was clear it was going to be a VERY long hard day. Everything just felt so much harder than it should.  I came out on the swim third, but it just felt HARD work.  Not a good start.  Out on the bike I was putting in all I had, but was a good 20watts down on what I had been putting out in the Marshman a few weeks earlier.  This made it mentally really tough going.  The run was not much better and I just felt a shadow of what I
would normally expect.  I finished 7th overall.  Not a bad performance all things considered and I was just pleased that I pushed on through despite being very far from on form.

Two weeks later I was lined up at the start of the Boskman long distance tri.  I had learnt from my mistakes a few weeks back and was feeling fresh and ready to rock.  Right from the off, it felt so very different from the last race.  I latched on to the lead swimmers feet and just sat there.  I came out of the 2.6km swim in 33mins in second place and it felt like I had hardly
put in any effort.  Happy days!


On the bike things were back to normal.  I felt relaxed and power was back in my legs.

I absolutely loved every second out on the bike.  A truly stunning course which had a bit of everything. I took the lead almost straight away and never looked back. Averaging 320W for the 3hrs 18mins I was on the bike I entered T2 still feeling as fresh as I had at the start.   Something that I would not have expected.  Makes me wounder what my Ironman pacing strategy should be???

The run was just mostly off road, very hilly, with some absolutely stunning views to go with it.  I love these kind of courses.  I spend nearly all my time running on hilly trails and hate running on the concrete with a passion.  I started the run at what I guessed to be Ironman pace / effort and just wanted to see how that felt.  Second place was a good 12-13minutes behind me and to be honest it felt more like a training run than a race out there.  Coming back toward this finish I felt fresh and confident that I would be able to hold this pace / effort for the full marathon distance.
I crossed the line for my first triathlon win of the season.  Third time lucky 🙂  To my surprise, second place was a massive 14 minutes behind me!
Having come down to the race on my own it was really nice to be greeted by so many friendly faces.  This race had a brilliant vibe to it.  Relaxed and friendly with some truly legendary views out on the course.  I can not believe I have not done a race down here before, but rest assured I will be coming back again.  Thanks to the organisers, Joanne, Richard and Paul for a great day. 

Where’s Wally?

Posted: May 13, 2011 in Uncategorized

After my last blog post about racing to train,  this last race could have not been more in fitting with this concept.

The swim went pretty well.  One guy shot out in front early doors and I missed the chance to get on his feet as I got smacked in the face and lost my goggles.  As a result I lead the second group around the course coming out of the water second in 26mins 30 seconds and feeling relatively fresh.

Happy with that I hit the bike hard as planned.  I think the lead swimmer had about 1-2 mins lead on me, but I caught him after 10mins and shot off the front.

I felt strong and was plowing along at around 30mph.  Things were looking good, very good.  I was holding mid to high 300 watts and the pace felt comfortable.  Happy days.  Then it all went very wrong.

After about 45mins I missed a right hand turn.  Not really sure how I managed that.  A mixture of excitement and lack of a marshal to direct me did not prove to be a great combination.

15 minutes later I was back near the start of the bike! I had been absolutely flying up to that point.  My average speed had been 28.5 mph and I was set to break 2 hours for the 90km on the bike.  Not any more though 😦

Instead of calling it a day I decided I would just turn around and head back out on the bike course.  I was so so pissed off at this point I think I needed to let off a bit of steam anyway.  2 hours later I came into T2 after having clocked 125km instead of the 90km I was supposed to have done.  Doohooo!

My bike split, excluding the 10 minutes stop back at the start trying to work out where I had gone wrong, was 2hrs 56mins.

The original plan was to take it easy on the run at around 4min/km pace.  I stuck to this pace for the first 30mins and my legs felt surprisingly good.

Out on the bike I had got really quite dehydrated as I had been out on the course for an hour longer than planned.  I had tried to take back on the fluids in the early part of the run.  This turned out to have not been such a great idea as I got the mother of all stitches.

The race plan for the day had always been to hit the bike hard and take it easy on the run, using this race more like a training day than anything else.  I felt pretty happy with the bike, even if it did include a 35km detour, and especially pleased to find my legs were still fresh when I hit the run.  So with all this in mind I decided to pull back and slowly jog the rest of the course saving my legs as much as possible.  Any possibility of a top position had gone out of the window a long time ago and at this stage I just soaked up the view and started to chat to all the other runners out on the course.

I love the way people encourage each other on at the back of the race.  There is a real sense of being in this race together and that is something you really miss out on at the front.  As I crossed the line I was having a great chat to this guy doing his first half as he was met by his wife and child.  What an awesome end to his first half distance race!  Yes, I was gutted to have missed out on a potential win, however I was happy to have had a good days training and enjoyed the day out on the course with everyone else.  Like I have said before, there is always next time.

I am lucky enough to be out in Spain at the moment trainging in the sun.  It is truely awesome out here. Heading inland from the coast the biking is unbelievable.  The roads are in near perfect condition, without a car on them.  The scenery is breath taking and something about being up in the mountains on your own with nothing but the view for company is a very special, almost emotional experience.  I try and remember every moment up there, but I simply don’t have enough space in my tiny brain!

While I was on one of my long rides on the mountains I started to think about why I really do all this training.  The honest answer is because I absolutely LOVE IT.

In the last three days I have clocked 17 hours training.  The ironic thing is because I want to race to the best of my ability this year, I held back, trying to be sensible.  If I had not been getting ready for a number of races later on this summer, I think I would have probably spent more time out on the road.  However, because I want to race to the best of my ability this year, I was turning around and heading for home on rides where I just wanted to keep on going and explore new areas of the vast mountain range in front of me.  This is something I found very hard to do, but it kept me fresh and keen to head out every day and explore some more.

It is strange to think that because I want to reach my potential in Ironman racing, I actually train less, and don’t push myself as hard as I would do if I wasn’t racing.  Go figure?!

I guess my point is this.  All the crazy hours I spend training, I do because it makes me feel alive and not because I want to win races.  Sure, once I am at the start my competitve nature kicks in and I give it everything both my body and mind has to offer.   But that is the same for every body on that start line.

With the first triathlon in an action packed race season coming up in a few weeks, I guess by writing this, it is my way of reminding myself that in all honesty, race results don’t really matter that much.  At the end of the day, for me, it is just about seeing how far I can push my limits and the pump of adrenaline you get at the start of the race is the perfect fuel for this.  If I had to say which I would enjoy more, an epic 8 hour ride through the Spainish mountains, a run up and down the mountains in Zermatt or a top result in a race, I think I would be hard pushed to make the call.  To be honest I think the ride or run through the mountains would probably win.  Having said that, I don’t really consider myself to have had a top race result yet.  Fingers crossed, I might be able to make the comparision later on this year.

I am having a rest day today but itching to get back on the bike and out into the mountains.  Bring it on! 🙂