Ch. 1 – Introduction

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Lawrence M. Kaile “Fatman – Ironman”

So here it is… My first Blog.

Over the coming weeks and months I will be getting closer and closer to what, for me, will be a huge achievement – Standing on the start line of an Ironman event.

I will use my Blog as a means of reflection and include all kinds of truths along the way. I will include a variety, from my training, work life and social life and how I manage to sew it all together?

I will also include some race reviews and photographs. Everything will be painting a picture of my Journey “Fatman – Ironman”

I hope it will inspire someone out there to believe and make a difference. Either to their own lives or to help someone else in theirs.

I will start my blog by going back to where it all started, Shrewton Running Club

Firstly, some background; –

I grew up without sport in my life and really didn’t look after myself. I loved the party life and very much burnt the candle from both ends. I drank loads and ate rubbish. I was often heard as saying “Cure a hangover with a fry up” and “If it can’t go between two pieces of bread – It’s not worth eating” or “Do I look like I eat salad?” I certainly was a full time salad dodger and rarely had anything green on my plate.

This behaviour was fine as a teenager, I seemed to be able to burn it all off without the need to exercise.

Around the age of 20 things started to change – I was slowly getting fatter and fatter and more depressed but never knew how to reverse the cycle. I never had the courage to say enough is enough. My friends and family were always too polite and just accepted me as I was.

I did try and get back into cycling around the age of 25 but being unable to ride like I used to as a teenager upset me. When my peddle fell off – Rather than fix it – I gave up. My return to cycling lasted for 1 week!

Eventually I couldn’t buy clothes “Off the peg” and would have to buy online. This is when I knew I had a problem. I had become a “Fatman” I didn’t see myself as depressed but on reflection, I clearly was.

My life would see a huge turn around through the least expected of routes – A works relocation package.

I moved to Wiltshire in October 2015, the following month I would turn 38.

Having registered with my new GP and invited for the “40 year old/thousand mile service” I was given the “You are clinically Obese” Label! I weighed in at 21 stone and had very high Cholesterol. It was seeing the graphic display of my Body Mass Index (BMI), calculated at 44.7, that disturbed me the most.

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“Fatman”

This was a hugely embarrassing day for me but something that had been coming for a long time. The GP was very pleasant but assertive at the same time. She really did lay it on thick and wasn’t going to let me leave until I had signed up to something. She gave me some vouchers and I joined Slimming World.

Moving to Wiltshire was indeed a good thing. Had I remained in Guildford I may never have been given that kick up the arse.

Thank you Dr Helen Pickup, Till Orchard Surgery – Shrewton, Wiltshire.

My next chapter will be about stepping into Slimming world for the first time.

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Ch. 2 – Slimming World

So here it is…

 

My second blog chapter ever!

 

Slimming World

 

As promised from my Blog, the next subject will be all about my experiences with Slimming World.

 

Firstly, thank you for taking the time to follow me and share my experiences with my Journey Fatman to Ironman” I really appreciate all of the positive feedback I have had already. This has convinced me I am doing the right thing.

 

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I didn’t want to be a “Fat” Grandpa

So, after receiving the “Clinically Obese” label from my doctors, I was now in possession of a voucher for a twelve week plan at Slimming World. It was Christmas time and the goose had certainly gotten fat.

 

I remember sitting down at home with my wife and encouraging her to join me. Hoping she would say yes, and that we could support each other. My wife, Sue was nowhere near as heavy as I was. However, she wanted desperately to lose some weight. I eventually convinced her that if we both went along we could support each other, and actually do this!

 

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We were going to “Do this” together!

 

I contacted our local consultant Natalie Fillingham of the Durrington branch of Slimming World and booked our first meeting for early February 2016.

 

We received our booklet, a diary of weighins, and some helpful starter recipes. We signed on to the Slimming World app and waited for our first trip to the scales in a long, long time.

 

 

 

 

I was dreading the first night, all the stereo typical images of these events were in my mind, and none of them were helping. I was very much committed to losing weight, but so image conscious that I had begun to become insular and had lost some of my social skills. 

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I wanted to be this guy – Again! Circa 21

 

The fear of being in a room full of people and talking about my weight was so overwhelming I wasn’t sure how long I could last. Sue has always suffered in this area and shies away very easily from meeting new people. Getting through the door would be a monumental task for both of us, in more ways than one!

 

One strategy I had chosen was to tell all my work colleagues what I was doing, so that I had no escape. My colleagues would prove to be a priceless support mechanism. In particular, Nigel Brown who decided to embark on the same journey, albeit with another consultant where he lived. 

 

No biscuits for your tea Mr. Kaile!

 

Eventually my office space would be overrun with awards and certificates of my weight loss achievement. However, at this stage I just couldn’t see that far ahead. 

 

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Building my “Wall of shame”

 

The first night

I clearly remember pulling up outside the hall in Durrington, Wiltshire, that night. Sue was sat with me and had the books and diaries etc. held in her hand. 

 

We had arrived ten minutes early, as is my usual style. This was not a good thing to do on a night like this. The anxiety and the need to get away and go to my safe place was overwhelming. Fortunately it was a dark winter evening and no one would see us. I needed to be strong for myself and especially for Sue. As I reversed into the parking space I sai“Shall we just go home?”

 

We sat there for those ten minutes watching people turning up. Surprisingly not many of them were fat. Some were actually very slight looking, immediately some of the stereo types were proved wrong.

 

Eventually we plucked up the courage and opened the car doors and faced our fears.

 

 

Welcome to Slimming World

 

On the first night you are in a one to one sit down situation, where your consultant makes you feel at ease. Our consultant, was very nice and reassuring. She took our details and guided us through all the jargon. She insisted we contact her at any time if we had questions or simply needed support. I’m not sure if Sue said a single word all night she was so scared.

 

We then stepped on the dreaded scales, I was horrified to learn I had put more weight on since visiting the doctor a few weeks earlier. We went back to our consultant and set our goals for the weight we would like to lose, or be at, and after about five minutes, were sat amongst the group. 

 

The group session is designed for everyone to share their experiences for the week, good or bad.  Or to get support from other members, and where needed, advice from your consultant. 

 

Our session was a large group of about twenty members starting at 1930 Hrs. Everyone in the group appeared to have been coming a long time and were all very chatty. We were the quiet, shy newbies – Terrified!

 

Some people just turned up for the weigh in at the beginning of the session and went home. Most, including us stayed till the end. 

 

Oddly enough for our first night there was a table of food in the hall, cakes and other such naughty’s I thought I would never see again. 

 

It turns out we had joined on the night where members brought in their slimming recipes “A taster” night. I would later be very surprised to learn that slimming world recipes can actually be very nice. That night I was steering clear – In my mind a diet was about cutting down on what you eat!

 

We had turned up to a dieting event and people were stuffing their faces with cake? Clearly Slimming World had a different approach to a diet. 

 

 

The group discussion

After everyone had been weighed and finished stuffing their faces we all sat down and began the group discussion…

 

“Hello! My name is….. I’ve lost 3lb this week, or hello…. I’ve maintained my weight. A few had gained and were miserable. We had sat midway through the semi-circle of chairs. It was rapidly going to be my turn! Sue would be right after me, I was not enjoying this moment of my life.

 

“Well tonight group, let’s welcome our new members. Lawrence and Sue”

 

Lawrence, tell us about yourself…. This was my moment, let’s get it over with. I had to be strong for Sue. “Hello! My name is Lawrence…. I’m 21 Stone and here to lose some weight” I probably banged on for a bit too long about my job and hobbies, hobbies I was making up on the spot. Either way, I got the job done. I had walked over the threshold and “Come out” about my weight issue. 

 

I had set a target of losing 5 stone. It was going to be a long journey, but the first step had been made. My wife was next. 

 

Everybody clapped us and gave a huge cringe worthy cheer, not my thing really. 

 

That first night seemed to take an eternity to get through, probably about two hours. We got home and had a stiff drink and collapsed in a messy heap.

 

Traumatic an experience as it was, we went back the following week and thereafter religiously. I hated the group side of things after the weigh in. I would eventually refer to it as the “Happy clapping” and would rather just get weighed and go home. However, I felt it was helpful for Sue and we had began making new friends out of these sessions.

 

 

The first few weeks

I never lost a pound in the first few weeks of going, granted I had stopped putting any on too. Sue on the other hand took to the programmes instantly, and would regularly lose 3 or 4lbs a week. I was getting frustrated and needed another chat with my consultant.

 

It turns out I didn’t really understand the “Free Food” or “Sins”, she somehow convinced me to eat more, that greens were good, and also convinced me to eat breakfast. Something I had skipped for most of my adult life. The weight would start plummeting – I was eating more?

 

 

Creating or changing habits

 

It turns out that Slimming World is very much about changing, or forming habits. I would find this process very useful in my training for triathlons, but more about that later.

 

One of the habit changes was forced upon me. My love of pizza had come to an end. Not through dieting but because where we had moved to – Dominoes did not deliver! On top of that there are no Indian restaurants or fast food restaurants for miles. I had already started eating healthier without realising it. Now I just had to make sure I formed a habit of prepping my meals for work. Ensuring I had breakfast, and avoid snacks. I would also start drinking much more water. 

 

When I returned from work I was now not as hungry and less likely to raid the cupboard. More importantly, if I had planned right I would have a prepped, healthy meal ready to cook or eat. (More truthfully Sue would)

 

 

My first certificate

 

Slimmer of the week! 

 

It wasn’t until the 8th March that I lost any weight, four weeks of maintaining! However, that week I lost 7lbs! Sue was mortified. She had gained weight that week. I took home this huge bag of fruit, fruit donated by the members each week for this purpose. There was so much of it I proudly took most of it to work and showed off my Slimming World carrier bag.

 

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So much fruit

 

I was a changed man from that moment on, pretty much every week I was getting “Slimmer of the week”. Some weeks I would lose a staggering 10lbs and feel like I needed to treat myself. This was a good strategy as it didn’t make me feel like my diet was punishing me, quite the opposite. However, this process usually saw a small gain the following week and the bag of fruit would be awarded to someone else.

 

I Joined in February 2016 and maintained my weight – I would then smash March, April and May with “Slimmer of the month”. I had become a celebrity within the group.

 

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My “Wall of shame” at work – Now becoming my “Wall of fame”

 

I found it a little embarrassing, but would begin to realise I am a stubborn bugger. I refuse to give up on a goal or a dream. Another skill I would later use in the Swim, Bike and Run disciplines of the sport I have now embraced – Triathlon.

 

In the twelve weeks after February I went on to lose 3 stone. I felt great! I had thrown away my clothes and got new ones several sizes smaller.

 

I’m not a fan of those pictures people have “Before and after” where they are in their old jeans! I was ashamed of what I had become and was determined not to be looking back at any stage, another skill I would later rely on for training – The clothes were instantly thrown away!

 

 

Buying a motorbike

 

I had done so well I felt like I needed to reward myself bigtime! I began telling friends and

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“Harley” sits proudly on my monitor.

colleagues that if I lost 5 stone within a year I would buy myself a Harley Davidson Motorbike. It scared the hell out of Sue and, one very close friend, Lucinda Colucci. I had no bike licence but was even prepared to sell my car and PX it for the bike. Fortunately, I would fall just short of this target. I did get a Harley Davidson Mug and Teddy bear to remind me of my “Dream” 

 

Another 12 weeks

 

Because I was losing so much weight my doctor approved another twelve week voucher and we carried on with this journey.

 

During that next block I would mostly maintain or drop the odd pound here or there. This apparently is very common for people on a journey like mine to plateau. I was ok with it as long as I didn’t put it all back on.

 

This is where I was encouraged to go for a walk and become more active, and is where I would first meet members of Srewton Running Club. At that time they were only a running group.

 

Determined as I was not to put back on any weight, I did begin to go for walks. Starting with a walk to the shops, then a walk to the shops – the long way. Eventually I would be walking up to 10 miles across Salisbury Plain – The training grounds for what is now my running club – A group of very welcoming people.

 

They would often pass me as they were on their Sunday “Long run” and always took the time to wave or say “HI”. Eventually we would even have the odd conversation.

 

These conversations would eventually begin to sow the seed – Maybe I should start running? I wasn’t ready for that yet and had no idea how to start. However, the seed had been sewn!

 

By the end of the second twelve week programme I had received the honour of being named Slimming World “Man of the Year 2016” – Anything was possible!

 

Summary

 

I may not have reached my 5 stone goal but I had lost 4.5 and was feeling great. I had a renewed self-belief and my confidence was returning. I was now into another set of clothes, the last lot now donated to charity.

 

I had shrunk before I could wear holes into the inner thighs of my trousers. Not only that, I was now confident enough to buy, and wear a pair of jeans. Something I stopped doing at 25.

 

I also knew I could stop attending Slimming World and still be disciplined to carry on losing weight. I had changed or reformed my habits. I no longer enjoyed processed foods and had a renewed love of cooking. I was a changed man! One about to embark on another chapter of his life. 

 

 

I was about to join a running club!

 

In the next chapter of my blog I will describe how I ended up going from Slimming World to joining a running club. And my Couch 25k Journey.

 

Thank you for reading my Blog

 

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Feeling good enough to buy a suit and go to a fancy dinner

Ch. 3 – Joining a running club

For the third chapter of my blog “Fatman to Ironman” I will describe how I came to join a running club.

https://shrewtonrunning.club

Firstly, I would like to thank you for taking the time to follow me. Blogging has been a
really useful tool for me to reflect on my journey “Fatman to Ironman” and my achievements so far. Knowing you guys are out there, willing me on is just awesome. I am now super focussed and determined to be on that start line.

Joining Shrewton Running Club

It’s not every day an obese man joins a running club and it’s probably not wise to do it when suffering from acute back pain. But that is what I did.

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Prior to Slimming World

I had been suffering over the winter months of 2016 with back ache that just wouldn’t go away. To the point that the pain killers were beginning to upset my stomach. I’m an unusual man, in that I tend to suffer without whinging… Honest! I Had been blaming everything from work conditions to my commute, anything but myself. For the benefit of my ever-suffering wife, I eventually decided to do something about it.

On the advice of my brother Andre, I contacted a local Osteopath after Christmas and organised a consultation for the New Year of 2017.

For the first time in my life I was looking after myself.

Caroline Whitehorn, Stonehenge Osteopath clearly had a huge task ahead of her, excuse the pun. I had a lifetime of knotted muscles that had never seen a massage, and in recent years a body suffering the effects of carrying a huge amount of weight. Above all that, my body had just seen an impressive but sudden weight loss. I was broken.

The initial consultation was very much about getting me to relax, I was so tense and nervous. I think Caroline must have sensed this. I would never have been there in the first place had I not lost 4.5 stone beforehand, with Slimming World. I just wouldn’t have had the courage to go. Certainly not the courage to strip down to my pants in front of a stranger, as I soon would be.

I had never been exposed to this sort of treatment before, and only lasted three minutes in a Massage parlour beforehand. I hated my first and only massage (At that time) and got that particular Fijian to leave me alone quickly. Not my finest hour.

Caroline was a totally different experience. The first treatment was intended to give me some range of movement and loosen up my neck and shoulder muscles, it was brutal! We organised the next appointment and allowed my body to recover over the next few days.

I was given a range of exercise and stretch routines, which I kind of stuck to. As a teacher/instructor, I fully understand why students don’t want to do homework. But this time I had to start behaving myself and be a good student.

We had several appointments, where the treatment became less gentle, noisier and always ended in giggles and laughter. I began to stick to the homework better, and gradually over a period of time my back pain was healing. My neck and shoulder muscles loosened up to the point that Caroline was beginning to go through the process of “Discharging” me. I was nearly cured! This was incredible, for most of my adult life I had suffered with back ache, now I was nearly cured and feeling great.

It was at this point that Caroline announced preventative steps I should take to avoid a return to injury. Clearly years of carrying a big belly had taken its toll. I would have to consider stretch routines to improve my core and of course “Lose some more weight”

In one of our treatment chats the subject of running came up. Such a bizarre moment. Just weeks earlier I could hardly get out of my car, or off the loo. Yet here I was discussing the possibility of running?

We had chatted many times about my slimming world experiences and how I had become more active with my walks across Salisbury Plain. I had even considered transitioning to a runner myself. But actually, talking about it, that was different. I was now going to have to make a commitment.

Caroline had been running with a group of Shrewton villagers for a while and they had just had a chat about formally creating “Shrewton Running Club” somehow, I had stumbled across the birth of this at the right time. They were discussing the possibilities of holding a couch to 5K course as their first official club commitment.

Caroline seized upon the moment and suggested I sign up for this event. I was invited to the clubs first official AGM in the last weeks of January 2017 “Just come along and see if you like us” Then see if you want to do the C25K.

Well, I am a man of my word and if I say I am going to do something, I pretty much always do. Caroline had become someone I considered a friend as well as a brilliant Osteopath. Not only had she cured me, she was helping me take the next steps in my journey. She had also offered me a huge opportunity to get to know some of the villagers. The “Fatman” now thinner, was rediscovering his social skills.

It turned out Shrewton Running Club HQ was in the village pub, The Plume of Feathers and the inaugural AGM would be held there. Who doesn’t want to join that club? So off I trotted, bewildered as to how I had been hoodwinked so easily.

I was so nervous that night. The walk to the pub is only about ten minutes, but those ten minutes I had a million negative thoughts going through my mind. I was 17.5 stone (5’ 8”) and joining a running club. I nearly turned around and went back home three times.

Eventually I opened the door and went in.

The early part of the night was a bit odd for me because most of the conversation centred around fitness. Something I knew nothing about. Caroline made me feel very welcome and quickly I started chatting with the founder members. People I would later refer to as close friends and people I am very fortunate to have in my life. When you enter into a running club, you really do enter into a community.

The night was actually a lot of fun, although I didn’t really know how to behave. This was also my first ever AGM I had ever been too. Whilst everyone around me were clearly so much fitter I was never judged or made to feel unwelcome. In fact, I would later become part of their committee.

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Shrewton Running Clubs 1st AGM

That night I went home and told my wife….. I think I have just joined a running club?

Indeed I had, and before I knew it the Par-Q would be posted through my door for the C25K

I would love to hear what you thought of my blog and welcome your comments. I hope at least one of you might know someone who can be inspired enough to believe they can make a difference. Perhaps even take on an epic challenge.

My next blog chapter will describe my C25K experiences and my first ever Parkrun

Ch. 4 – C25k

For the fourth chapter in my blog “Fatman to Ironman” I will describe my Couch 2 5k course.

I am having a great time reflecting on my experiences so far, and appreciate having an audience to share them with. Knowing you are out there reading my blog is helping me to stay super focussed and motivated, throughout my winter training.

2019 is going to be awesome. Thank you!

My Osteopath, Stonehenge Osteopath had been so good at her job throughout January and February 2017, that she was now losing me as a patient. However, I had now gained a very good friend. I knew I would be joining her with Shrewton Running Club on their journey, but first I had to start mine.

Couch 2 5K – February 2017

The last few treatment sessions in February, Caroline and I discussed how I could start becoming more active. She described a course that Shrewton Running Club were about to deliver. A “Couch 2 5K” and thought it would be ideal for me. I’ve no idea how she managed to convince me I could run, but she did. Before that night, the only thing I had ever ran was a bath.

Caroline has a brilliant way of convincing people to do something. She sees the slightest glimmer of an idea in someone, and before you know it, you are planning an event. No point in faffing around.

Caroline! I hold you fully responsible and I cannot thank you enough.

IMG_0224On the 7th February 2017 I was able to declare myself medically fit and able to run. I had signed IMG_0223my first ever Par-Q (Physical Activity Readiness Questionnaire) and proudly posted it off to Shrewton Running Club.

I was excited and anxious at the same time. The sense of determination over the next couple of weeks was overwhelming. I just wanted to get it done. The Couch 2 5k course would start on Wednesday 22nd February 2017. I was due to meet the Running Club at the Recreation ground at 1800 Hrs. Where my life would change for ever.

I set about getting my self some “Active wear” and made all the usual mistakes inexperienced people do. Yes, my first pair of running shoes were brought from Sports Direct.

My running shorts were an epic bright orange and lacked any match to the running tops. However, I eagerly awaited my first night in Lycra.

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All the gear – No idea
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My infamous orange shorts

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Couch 2 5k Week One

Wednesday 22nd February 2017 had come. I had my 8-week training plan ahead of me. I was going to succeed!

Why not start with a brisk walk down to the Recreation Ground”

I am fortunate to live five minutes away from Shrewton Recreation ground, so the embarrassment of walking down there in my Lycra would be short lived. I had to convince myself that everyone else would be feeling just the same.

Having plucked up the courage to leave, I promptly set about my “Brisk walk down”. I had read on my training plan to do this as a start of a warm up. I was determined, and I was going to do everything they advised.

I was met by the lovely Karen Mills, of Shrewton Running Club at the Rec. Car park. There was a small group of people I recognised from the inaugural AGM just weeks before. Caroline, my Osteopath, and a few people I would be doing the course with. In that five-minute walk to the Rec. I could easily have turned back four times. But seeing those friendly, welcoming faces convinced me to stay.

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Shrewton Running clubs c25k programme

The training

I knew the goal! The goal would be to run 5 kilometres without stopping. Tonight, I had to focus on the process. I would use this tool later with my Triathlon training.

We entered onto the football pitch and Roxanne “Roxy” Foster began a guided dynamic warm up/stretch routine. I was laughing throughout, I felt so silly. I would later learn that warming up is crucial to avoid injury, but that night it was hilarious. Roxy and I would later go on to have some epic finish line kicks in our league races. I will beat you next time Roxy!

We then set about “Running” We all stood on the goal line and then ran for one minute. I was off like a rocket! Wow, where did that come from. I hadn’t planned to do that. Looking back, I was just so stoked and determined not to fail, but on the night, I was amazed. I had just run for a whole minute! We then walked for ninety seconds and regrouped. Karen was amazed, and kindly reminded me I was supposed to be a beginner.

We repeated the one-minute run, ninety seconds walk eight times. Each time I was off! Like a Duracell Bunny. In my mind, once I had started running I was not going to stop until I heard that call. I had no idea I was going too fast. I would later learn the importance of pacing the hard way.

Before I knew it, the half hour session was over, and there we all were again in fits of laughter at how I was stretching.

The twelve of us had completed the session and we all congratulated each other. Karen reminded us we had homework and we all went home, elated.

I would make sure I got that homework done, and on the Sunday morning at 1100 Hrs. I returned to the Rec and repeated the session, alone. I was just as elated, but somehow it wasn’t as much fun.

I couldn’t stop talking about my experiences with my wife all week. Sue would have to suffer this burden many times, and was experiencing some rapid changes in my wellbeing. Both physically and mentally.

I couldn’t wait for the next session.

Couch 2 5k week two, onwards

For the next seven weeks, I would start my Wednesdays thinking of nothing other than my training night. That is all I wanted to do, and the day at work just wouldn’t end soon enough.

Every time I turned up to the Rec. Super stoked, and determined to run for longer than I had the week before.

For each of those weeks, going home to tell Sue how the training had gone was just as exciting as the C25k course. I was never disappointed in the sessions, and religiously did my “homework” runs on the weekend. The C25k programme is perfect for someone like me, someone who had never ran before.

During this time my brother Andre had heard what I had been getting up to. A seasoned half marathon runner at that time, he was always encouraging me to get fitter during my “Fatman” days and maybe join him on a jog somewhere. I never once committed. I was happy to cheer him round, and was proud of what he was achieving.

Back then I never saw myself ever being able to participate. The task just seemed too huge.

Andre phoned me up one day, and told me all about the history of Parkrun and how he had run them many times, but never Salisbury. He knew I would love the atmosphere. He was so excited that I was actually “Doing” this, that he offered to run with me on my graduation day. He was going to be a “Parkrun Tourist”.

I now had a new goal. I was going to run with my brother! I was not going to let him down.

This focus was very important for me during those seven weeks, I may have given up if it wasn’t for the fact I was going to run this with Andre!

Couch 2 5k week 2

I approached week two of my training knowing I would be running for a whole two minutes. I was pretty sure I could do this! Yes it was twice as long as I had ever ran before, but the previous week I had surpassed even my wildest expectations. Could I do this? Yes, absolutely!

I had studied the programme on the Tuesday evening. There would only be seven intervals this week, as opposed to eight. We would also have our 90 seconds walk period in between. I was stoked and super excited. I got home from work and got into my running kit quicker than the week previous.

I left the door and walked down the lane to the Rec. This week I was buzzing from my achievements, and would walk proud and tall.

I smashed the training that night and managed to hold the same pace from the week previous. I had more homework and began to prepare for the bigger challenge of week 3 – Running for four minutes.

Couch 2 5k week 3

My first two weeks of training for my first Parkrun had been awesome. I had amazed myself and the people I was running with. However, week three would up the ante.

Looking back, running for four minutes, is nothing. That night it seemed like a monumental task! I would be running twice as long, and the walking period was now reduced to 60 seconds. I would have to do this 6 times.

On reflection, I made it more difficult that night because I approached it with negative thoughts. The two previous weeks I was very focussed and determined and I thought of nothing other than smashing it! Tonight I over thought things and allowed the negative chatter to affect my mind set. I would later use this experience to successfully complete my first open water triathlon, On race day you must avoid negative chatter!

I went on to complete week three without any problem, I was worrying over nothing. The training had begun to make me feel fitter and gradually my body was getting used to it.

Couch 2 5k week 4

Week four was made up of 4 repetitions of a 6 minute run with 90 seconds intervals.

We had transitioned now as a group of people running lengths of a football pitch, to venturing out beyond the cricket pitch and navigating the perimeter of the recreation ground. This was a lot more fun than running to a line and back. Although, I do recall the focus of running to a destination, something we later trained with when doing speed intervals at the club training nights.

We stayed as a group as we ran around the recreation ground, our run leaders engaged in conversation with us. I was focussed and chatter was distracting me. I later learned that this is a great tactic to keep you at a healthy pace. If you can run and hold a conversation, albeit short. Then your heart isn’t being over worked. We were not training to be 100 meter sprinters.

My tactic had always been to be at the front of the pack, I didn’t want the pressure of being at the back and having to catch up. However, six minutes of pacey running without talking began to be too much.

I had to drop the pace that night and learn to chat and run at the same time. It was a brilliant tool, and one I continue to use today. I was now running on feel, and being at the front was no longer important.

We were given the usual homework and advised that the following week we would be venturing out into the village. Hi-viz and head torches please!

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This was an unusual training session for me, fortunately the nights were dark. It turns out I am a heavy sweater. A real fat burning machine.

Tonight I would be running for 8 minutes and my heart rate would be through the roof. My body would deal with this by drenching my entire body with water, salt, and the kind of stains I hadn’t seen on my clothes since the all night raves of the 1990’s.

This too would be useful later in my triathlon training, I was learning about my body.

I smashed that session, and have a very fond memory of challenging Roxy to a sprint finish as we re-entered the rec. I then promptly froze my arse off as I walked home in my own sweat.

That night I began to change the way I thought of my self.

I now thought of myself as a runner!

Couch 2 5k week 6 & 7

The next couple of weeks were really exciting for me, at this point I had lived in the village for over a year and I was exploring places I had never been to. I was running with new friends and life was getting better and better.

We were all getting really anxious at this stage and the feeling of camaraderie was strong. Some of the “runners”, as we know called our selves, were finding these sessions tough now. People were conscious of their heavy, or noisy breathing, I was conscious of my sweating. We all had a genuine fear of failure and needed to be strong for each other.

The run leaders were always very chatty and supportive, and often changed their position in the pack. No one was left behind.

A couple of people had dropped out by this time through injury and the task ahead of us had suddenly become very real. I too had begun to feel a “niggle” at this stage. I refused to give in and didn’t listen to my body. I was on a mission.

I remember all of us looking forward to the walking intervals during this time. Week eight was looming and the date in my diary of 22nd February 2017 was firmly in my mind.

I have never been so focussed and committed to anything as much as I was to this course. I had come this far now that giving up was not an option. I will be on that start line for the Salisbury Parkrun.

Couch 2 5k week 8

“Thirty-minute jog, just walking on hills”

I knew this was going to be a challenge and before we were due to run it as a group, I tried it as “unofficial” home work on the Monday beforehand, after work. It was a mistake.

I was unable to do it, and it left me with a negative mind-set going into the Wednesday training night. I would later learn that sometimes you just have bad days, and to just simply reset, and move on to the next session.

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I had just been introduced to the world of Strava and would have this final C25k session recorded as my First ever activity.

I now have mixed feelings on the training benefits of Strava, but that night I was simply proud to be broadcasting my achievements.

That last Wednesday of our training, we were all super focused and excited. Karen was clearly excited and proud of our achievements so far. She didn’t know about my bad day and I kept it quiet.

I later learnt that Karen had only completed her C25k with STAR – Stonehenge Tri and Road just the year before and herself had gone through an epic journey. Running had given her a year of going from strength to strength. We would later engage with England Athletics, and together become qualified Leaders in Run Fitness. Thank you Karen…. Run Leader!

However, Tonight was about the twelve of us completing our journey.

We all did our warm up routine, which as ever was hilarious. Then promptly set about running around the village. We had done this for the last few weeks as a run walk. I was loving the fact that I could run around my village. I was proud that my neighbours would see me. I hoped to run non-stop.

I was really afraid that I wasn’t going to able to do it. All the sessions before hand I had done so well. I had set the bar high, and I was beginning to struggle to keep it up.

It turns out that training with a group is so much better for me. I seem to work harder and enjoy it more.

That night I smashed the run and proudly ran back into the Rec. having not stopped once. We had all ran just over 5k and it was the week before we would be doing it for real. At Salisbury Parkrun, along with another 400 or so runners, joggers and walkers. More importantly with my brother. Andre.

I would later run this route many times, with Shrewton Running Club and on my own. It takes me to my happy place.

That Wednesday night in February twelve people would start their journey along with sharing the start of mine. Ten of those people would go on to complete the course and run a successful graduation at Salisbury Park Run, nine weeks later on the 22ndApril 2017.

I have remained friends with everyone who started that night and am eternally grateful to Karen for bringing those friends into my life.

Karen is someone who deserves a huge “Chuck up” for what she has allowed, and encourage people to achieve. A person devoted to promoting fitness and well-being in the lives of so many. Yet so humble at the same time. I am proud to consider her as a close friend.

Thank you for taking the time to read my blog and being part of my journey as I go forward.

For the next chapter in my blog, I will describe my first ever Parkrun – Salisbury

I would love to hear what you thought of my blog and welcome your comments. I hope reading this you are able to believe in your own goals and take on the next challenge knowing you will be successful.

The body achieves – What the mind believes!

Ch. 5 – Salisbury Parkrun

For the fifth chapter in my blog “Fatman to Ironman” I will describe my first ever Parkrun. My Couch 2 5k Graduation day at Salisbury, 22nd April 2017

I thoroughly enjoyed recalling my experiences with my C25k training and hope you enjoyed sharing with me. Blogging is a brilliant tool to reflect, and has allowed me to focus on my goal in June. It has also reminded me of the huge amount of support I am getting as I go forward. Unlike my “Fatman” Journey, where, prior to Slimming World, (Ch. 2) I felt alone and unable to achieve weight loss. My “Ironman” journey is far different – You are fully supporting me and willing me on!

You are awesome. Thank you!

Salisbury Parkrun

Our day had arrived, it was the morning of 22nd April 2017 and I couldn’t wait. I was awake at 0600 hrs and having breakfast. We weren’t due to start running until 0900 hrs. I was excited and couldn’t sleep.

I didn’t want a big breakfast as I knew it would sit heavy on my stomach. I had no knowledge of pre race nutrition at this time, or the need to digest well before your event. Today I was simply over excited and couldn’t sleep, so I got up and had some Weetabix.

I had arranged to meet my brother, Andre in the car park of Churchill Gardens, Salisbury at 0830 hrs. Sarah, his ever suffering wife would be yet again widowed to one of Andres running events. This time she was there to support me. My wife Sue, and Sarah would suffer together.

I’m not sure any one had ever doubted I would be at Parkrun that day, but nonetheless, stepping out of the car was a hugely nervy experience for me.

Together we made our way to the Parkrun start area. Clearly identifiable by all the other excited runners, walkers and joggers and the Parkrun flags. Salisbury Parkrun is a short walk from the car park, through a Skateboard park and over a small river. It was a particularly warm morning, but I was shaking with fear.

I wasn’t as afraid/terrified as I was when Sue and I first went to slimming world. Neither was it the same fear I had when I first went to meet Shrewton Running Club, for their Inaugural AGM. Nonetheless I was afraid. Despite all the training I had had over the last few weeks. I now had the overwhelming fear of failure. It was short lived.

At the Parkrun Start area I quickly identified the friendly faces of Shrewton Running Club. Before long, the first ever C25k graduates of Shrewton Running club would be huddled together, wishing everyone good luck. There was no negative chatter here. We were going to smash this, and being back in with this awesome group of individuals removed any doubt of that!

Some of the guys were sporting the newly purchased Club “Colours”. I had opted not to buy one of these vests at this time, I thought I would hold out until I was a bit thinner.

Nick Sage, our Club Chairman presented me with a “Spare” he just happened to have and said I could give him the money later. Well, I couldn’t turn his offer down – On went the Club “Colours” for the first time. It was a snug fit, but I was hugely proud of myself. The feeling of putting that vest on instantly allowed me to forget the pre race nerves. I was now even more motivated – The Club “Colours!! Bring it on!!

The warm up

After a few minutes of wishing each other good luck, the “Newbies” were invited to the pre run brief, followed by a warm up session. The brief was difficult to hear, being part deaf didn’t help, but the noise of all the excited voices made it very difficult. I would be passing the play park three times. I had clocked that much from the brief.

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The un-mistakable Green and white stripes “The Club Colours”

Andre came to the warm up session with me, despite being a seasoned runner he did the “Newbie session” a series of dynamic warm ups. In my mind I thought I was wasting energy I could be using in the event. However, I really did get involved and even got a slight sweat on. I was ready.

The start line

We made our way to the start line and my “Running Buddy” Andy Hartfield, suggested we get to the front of the group. The start brief had said the 30 minute+ runners are to head toward the rear of the pack.

Andy Hartfield had trained with me in the C25k course, and I guess, as an analyst, he knew I would be in or around 30 minutes.

I had never considered where I would be starting from, and would of preferred to hide away at the back of the pack. I hadn’t even considered the finish time I should be aiming for. For me this was all about getting over the finish line, and hopefully without stopping! However, there I was amongst some elite looking chaps and we were all eager to get going.

The event

IMG_0052As soon as I heard the start I was off, that Duracell Bunny had returned, the rocket was off! The feeling of having people overtake me was unpleasant. So, as they passed I would dig in a bit more, and put the hammer down a bit more. I hadn’t even got to the 1k mark.

IMG_0015Andre was amazed at the speed I was going at. He kept a gentle chatter going and suggested I rein it in a bit. I wasn’t thinking of the long term goal, I wasn’t conserving energy – I was chasing the next man down! This would be an effective tool for later on when on the bike leg of Triathlon. Today, I should have been focussing on my own race.

In hindsight, I had been dragged in to everyone else’s race. I was burning energy far too soon. I would later learn about race strategies and the importance of endurance.

I had no idea how fast I was going, somehow the fact that Andre was staying behind me didn’t register that I should slow down. In fact the opposite, I was being spurred on by just how quick I was.

Before long I had passed the play park for the first time. I had to slow down here as its on a hairpin left. The amount of space I had around me was now limited as the group bunched up to get around the bend. I dug in again and got my speed back up to where it had been before.

This change in speed hugely zapped my energy stores and before long a very gentle incline became an epic challenge.

I had become exceptionally warm and was blowing up. Time to take on some water.

I was heading toward the 3k mark in no time, but somehow I knew the last 2k would be a very different experience.

The Last 2k

I now had a monumental task on my hand, I was refusing to give up and continued to run at an all too fast pace. My breathing had become dangerous and erratic and I was sweating profusely. The added layer of the “Club Colours” wasn’t helping the airflow and eventually I was beaten!

I had now passed the “epic” incline and the play park twice and was somewhere on my final lap. I guess it must have been just shy of 4k.

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My first ever “Pain Face” – Fran Gay of SRC Clapping and cheering me on

This was a new experience for me. Until now my training had been structured, yes I would go a bit fast, but there was always someone controlling me. I had ballsed this one up today, and would have to walk for a bit.

Andre was brilliant here, he knew I was in a world where the demons in my head were winning. The body needed just a few moments to recover, my mind was winning the war.

Andre kept me walking at a fast pace, and kept me talking. We got back up to a gentle jog before long and continued taking on water. My body temperature was still high but I was now more comfortable with what I was doing. We continued to “Chat” until the finish line.

This chat was mostly Andre convincing me “You’ve got this” and me convincing Andre “No I haven’t”

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My 5k PB to this day (Strava records)

I learnt a lot about running that day. I was a successful Park Runner, and the time I got that day still remains my 5k PB, eighteen months later. (Official time is a bit slower). A year on from that day I raced my first Triathlon, but more about that later.

Having got over the finish line I quickly went back to the funnel area to cheer the other C25kers over the line. I was elated and knackered at the same time. Andre was encouraging me to keep moving and do some stretching but I was taken up in the moment. I would suffer the following day.

We then reformed and got the cakes out! As with any decent race event there is always the lure of cakes at the end. This time we had Prosecco too. Hence, the photo of us lovely C25kers has us all brandishing a huge smile and a glass of wine. Awesome!

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1st Shrewton Running Club C25k Graduates – 22nd April 2017

Shrewton running club, in its few months as a club, had created ten new runners. Another C25k course was ran later that year, and I hold close friendships with all those that shared the same experiences as me. I look forward to mentoring the next group of C25kers in March 2019, when https://shrewtonrunning.club/ are due to run their next course.

Well done to my fellow C25k Graduates – Left to right – Vicki Harris, Sam Hill, Eddie Lilly, Anne-Marie Trott, Jane Butler, Rachel Wilkinson, Myself, Andy Hartfield, Tammie De-Maria and Sue Parrish. You are all amazing, and form a very important part of my life.

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Proudly displaying my achievements at work
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My “Wall of shame” (At work) becoming my “Wall of fame”

Thank you for taking the time to read my blog and being part of my journey. The ten C25kers mentioned above have all gone on to achieve amazing things in their running careers already, after just eighteen months they have ran many league events, and continue to smash their Pb’s. All of them have improved their endurance from the 5k distance to 10k. Their achievements include Half Marathons, Marathons and 24hr Endurance events, along with countless fun runs and charity events. You are all truly inspirational people.

For the next chapter in my next blog, I will describe my first ever road race – Trowbridge 5k, A Wiltshire Road Race League event and a chance to earn some points for the club.

I would love to hear what you thought of my blog and welcome your comments. I hope reading this you are able to believe in your own goals and take on a challenge of your own.

If it doesn’t challenge you – It wont change you!

Ch. 6 – My first league race

For the sixth chapter in my blog “Fatman to Ironman” I will describe my first ever League race.

Trowbridge 5k Colourific 7th May 2017

Recalling my experiences with my C25k graduation day at Salisbury, has not only reminded me of what a huge success my journey there was, but also just how determined I was to achieve that particular goal. Goals as epic as that, are only achieved with the support of those around you. Ultimately those close to you suffer as you go through the highs and lows of training. It is important to remember that it is your wives, husbands or partners that are there for you as you stumble over the line. We do the fun bit!

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My 2nd ever “Pain face”

Trowbridge – The build up to race day

Having completed my C25k Course I was overwhelmed by a need to give something back to the club. I was also heading fast toward injury, but I didn’t know this at the time.

The feeling of elation was fresh in my mind, I wanted more. I had decided that I was going to enter a league race for my club as my next challenge. I would be earning points, and I would be wearing the club “Colours” in anger. Bring it on!

I wasn’t ready to step up into the 10k arena, and was fortunate to find the next event in the WRRL (Wiltshire Road Race League) was a 5k event. The club had already earned a good few points in their first year, I was proud to be making a contribution. We fell just short of promotion in that first year as a club. The following year (2018) we would nail it!

The “Colourific” title had put me off at first. I had heard all about these fun runs, bubble runs or runs where you are covered in paint. Whilst all that sounds fun, I wasn’t doing it for fun. I seriously wanted to stay on my journey, I was serious about getting fit.

The website would assure me that it wasn’t that kind of event. The title was merely to encourage people to come in all kinds of bright colours. I already had that sorted, my infamous bright orange shorts would be going on an outing. Perfect.

I quickly paid the £5.00 fee and eagerly awaited the day. I had become an affiliated member of England Athletics just days before and used the discount immediately.

With the exception of Parkrun I had never ran in amongst a large group of people, I had never ran competitively. I had ran away from neighbours and the police as a cheeky teenager, now I would be doing it for the club. I had no idea how I would feel.

I offered to take some of my fellow club members up to Trowbridge as a car share. That day, Roxanne “Roxy” Foster and Helen Sanderson would have to suffer boys talk all the way to Trowbridge. Andy Hartfield and I certainly do like a chin wag. On the way back we were buzzing and talked about nothing other than the race.

In the build up to this race I had asked Sue if she wanted to come and support me. She wasn’t keen, as her Parkrun experience had made her feel like a “Running widow”. After some considerable persuading, I had convinced her I needed her to be there to support me.

The weekend of the race we had invited our old neighbour down from Guildford. We are very fond of Dawn Murrell, and since moving down to Wiltshire, have remained good friends. I had double booked. I had gotten so carried away with what I was doing, that I had forgotten Dawn would be staying overnight on the Saturday. The race was on the Sunday at 1100 hrs and we would have to be driving up there.

Fortunately Dawn was over the moon that she was asked to share the experience with me, and form part of my support team. Sue was not so amused.

We headed off to Trowbridge, Wiltshire after having a lovely Saturday evening with our old neighbour. She was so pleased to see us both and very impressed with how much weight we had both lost.

We found a “suitable” car park, which turned out to be a fair walk from the start line. This was Ok for me and my fellow running buddies, But the other part of my support crew were less than impressed.

My running buddies were keen to get to the venue, register and put on their race numbers. I needed to stay with Sue and Dawn.

We got to the race venue, and it turns out race HQ, just like Shrewton Running Club was also in the pub. Weatherspoon’s had been taken over by a sea of my competitors.

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In the pub – Sue and Dawn are having a pot of tea

This was perfect for me, I had managed to wind my wife up with my bad admin. Then taken her on a walk she was not expecting, or enjoying. On top of that Dawn had been struggling with a return from ill health. Now I could relax knowing they had a nice pot of tea and a comfy seat.

My first “Tour” with Shrewton running club would turn out to be a fabulous day. Despite my bad organisation in the build up to race day.

Another focus I had that day was Nigel Brown, he had promised to be there. A work colleague, who I had a lot of respect for, someone who would form a crucial role in my swim development. More about that later.

Nigel and I had formed a close working relationship over the years. He had been off sick for some time, recovering from a recent hip replacement operation. I had only seen him once since this. He had promised to be there and hurl abuse at me. He wasn’t at the pub, so I wandered down to the start area with my running buddies, Sue and Dawn.

Even though I knew Nigel had promised to be there, I was still amazed when I saw him. He was walking with the support of a stick and also his wife Petra. This moment had a huge impact on me then, and has stayed with me to this day. Despite being very uncomfortable, clearly still in pain, Nigel made the effort to get off the couch.

A support team is crucial to success, you really do need to appreciate the people who are there at the start, and wait for you to stumble over the line – We just do the fun bit.

Trowbridge – The race

For this part of my blog I will refer you to my first ever race review. I was so pleased to be asked by http://shrewtonrunning.club/ to jot down my experiences for the day. The club is very good at promoting run fitness, and I was only too glad to share my views as a beginner. In hindsight, I would have written a better review, this is a skill I have now developed.

I absolutely love the process of writing down my experiences of events I have been in. Just like my blog. It is important to reflect.

Please take a look at my “First ever” race review….

Trowbridge 5k

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L-R Roxy, Andy, Helen, Me, Jerry Abel, Jane Baxter

For the next chapter in my next blog, I will describe my first running based injury and how I did all the wrong things!

I hope in reading this blog you are empowered to believe you can achieve.

There is no such thing as failure – Just giving up.

Ch. 7 – Broken Tibia (My injury story)

for the seventh chapter in my blog “Fatman to Ironman” I will describe my first ever running based injury, and how I did all the wrong things! To an epic degree!

I thoroughly enjoyed blogging about my first ever race experience at Trowbridge. It has been a really useful tool to allow me to reflect on how far I had come, at this point in my “Fatman to Ironman” Journey.

At this stage I was barely a runner!

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Barely a runner

Looking back at the pictures of that event, I do see a big guy. But I also remember just how proud that guy was to be doing what he was doing that day. Reflecting on the experience has reminded me of the importance of fully embracing your support team.

Your wives, husbands and partners need to be involved in the process, so they can fully understand your goal.

Above all, it has reminded me of the importance of “Listening” to your body and to the people around you. They usually do know better!

Shin Splints & fractured Tibia.

Even before my first ever Parkrun in Salisbury I was beginning to feel a “niggle” it was nothing a bit of Deep Heat couldn’t cure!

I’m sure we have all been there right? I know on the day of my first ever race, I wasn’t the only one with this all too familiar odour.

Looking back I should have eased off straight away, perhaps even taken a week or two off. This is the beauty of blogging. Reflecting on your experiences, resetting, and focussing on how to do things better.

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Compression socks??

 

 

I remember doing my last two C25k training runs in compression socks, I had read somewhere that this would be a good idea. I had self-diagnosed a “niggle”, applied Volterol and Deep Heat. Then proudly stepped out and smashed my runs. I was overcome by seeing weekly improvements and was focussing on the goal.

What I should have been doing is focussing on the process, and accepting that something was not right. The goal could be achieved later, after I had allowed my body to recover.

 

The beauty of hindsight, and humble pie!

As you have read, I went on to be very successful in my Parkrun. Soon after this, I entered into a road race. Again, I had set myself a goal, and was not looking at the process.

The training runs were uncomfortable, but not hugely painful at this stage. The Volterol and Deep Heat got me through.

When I look back at my Strava feed, I am admitting that I have an issue. Yet, I am so determined to carry on, I fail to “Listen” To my body. At this stage it is only a “niggle” and there would have been no sign of injury to my running buddies. The pain would be mild to walk on and then sore after running. Usually the next couple of days the pain would have reduced back down to residual, when walking.

Ridiculous as it may sound, I was even beginning to increase my distance during this period. Psychologically I was strong, determined, perhaps even stubborn or bloody minded. (Strengths I would rely on later, in triathlon and winter training) at this time these strengths were my weakness. I was tunnel visioned.

The reality was my body had not yet caught up with its self. Cardio-Vascular wise I was dealing with it well. I wasn’t as fast as the other runners, but I could hold the distance. I would later learn that muscles take a while to adapt and heal, tendons and ligaments take longer, much longer. My shins were taking a hammering.

Onwards-Regardless

I remember going on what was planned to be a 4 mile (6.5k) run, one hot Sunday morning late in May 2017. I was so proud to now be running with the Sunday Run.

Until now I had only felt confident with the shorter village runs on a Wednesday. Today I would be out on the vast expanse of Salisbury Plain.

I am blessed to have such a beautiful part of the country to call my training grounds, and feel for those of you riding or running around city expanses. Cross country wins every time for me.

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My first ever 10k

That Sunday in May would be the making, and breaking of me! We got to a cut-off point where the option of the longer run was available. I chose to carry on, back then my mind-set was all about improving. Everything had to keep going forward, I would not allow myself to fall back on my progress. Yes of course I can do 8 miles (12k)

Indeed I would go on to crush my first ever 10k. I would go home and rest up feeling very much satisfied with my run. I couldn’t wait to post it onto Strava and boast to my friends.

This is why I now have reservations about Strava, perhaps I was showing off and allowing my ego to get in the way of rational thinking? The goal of smashing my first 10k could have waited. I should have focussed on the process and stayed at home that day.

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I would run the following Sunday regardless, and stay with the pack. I had been out on a heavy night previously and would learn just how unforgiving the plains can be when running with a hangover. A particularly bad decision to make, I was dehydrated before I even set out.

I would now return as a patient to Stonehenge Osteopath Caroline Whitehorn had cured my back and I had broken my body.

After a lengthy discussion, my friend and running buddy Caroline, had now switched to professional “I was getting told off”. Caroline also has an uncanny ability of spotting the blinking obvious, I had been an idiot!

The very fact I was walking with pain, albeit mild. Today is a sign to back off. Again, the beauty of hindsight.

Caroline had diagnosed me with Shin Splints, and I was off-roaded! We set about a treatment plan and I entered into the Clubs “Rehab”. I was alone, My C25kers were out on the plains, I was back on the couch.

During the treatments, Caroline and I had many discussions. Whilst she was freeing up my muscles, I was freeing up my mind.

In one of these chats, Caroline enquired if I had any athletics background, or history in the family. I roared with laughter, the only person doing anything fitness related in my family was Andre. The rest were heading towards the Shot Put, at best. She was curious of where my determination was rooted. Clearly her powers of perception had spotted something deep within me. I have an overpowering will to succeed.

That particular chat had a profound effect on me, and has stayed with me to this day. I now had someone who believed I could achieve great things.

Injury rehab

I had three weeks completely off of running. Caroline had set me a recovery plan. There was to be no pain when walking, and the Deep Heat would stay in the cupboard.

During my “Rehab” time I started reading a book by Dean Karnazez about his “Confessions of an all-night runner”. I was given the book by one of my management team at work. They had heard about my situation and thought I might like a read.

The core subject of this book is about his obsession with running and Ultra Marathons. I actually found it a fascinating read, I never once thought I’d be stepping in his footsteps. However, I could relate to how he had gotten to a point in his life where he needed to change what he was doing. He had got to his thirties, put on a bit of weight and wasn’t enjoying life. After taking up running his life was never the same, he never looked back. My life had become the same and I was desperate to get back out there, on the plains. I have since read that book three times.

During this “Rehab” period I stayed in contact with my running club, and would often walk up to meet them at the start of their run sessions. I wasn’t taking part, I simply missed being involved. I loved being part of a running club!

I remember a few of the ladies suggesting ways of keeping up the fitness in the meantime. The suggestion of swimming came up. I disregarded that as ridiculous, not only could I not swim, I was fearful of water and especially the dark end of the pool. I had nearly drowned as a child in Frensham Big Pond, Hampshire. This formed one of my earliest memories, and I could easily recall the feeling of being unable to breath, as the water got darker and darker.

Rehab release

My rehab release, and return to running would be the 19th June 2017. I was allowed to run for 2 minutes, then walk. I had strict instructions to stop running immediately if I felt ANY pain.

I would do this as soon as I could! I ran after work on a Monday, a particularly long day at work

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Injury recovery?? My First and last run until September “Muppet”

for most people. I just had to get out there!

I felt great at the beginning, but then the back ground pain returned. I ran on, the pain became sharp and constant. Ultimately I pulled up, the pain had returned with a vengeance this time, and I walked home in shame. I had ran solid for nearly 2 miles.

In that moment I became a regular muppet, and a regular customer at Stonehenge Osteopath I had learnt the hard way.

This was my last run of any significance until September 17th 2017. Some 3.5 months later.

I did try the odd return, strictly sticking to Caroline’s advice! Each run would be short lived. I was now back at the beginning of my C25k programme. I would be running for a minute and walking for 90 seconds.

After a few more therapy sessions with Caroline we decided something much more serious was to blame. Despite her best efforts, and my disciplined approach to her advice, I was unable to shake the pain. We needed to get a scan.

An X-ray would eventually show a shallow fracture to my left Tibia. I had been running to the point I was about to break my leg. I certainly had been a first class muppet!

With hindsight, it would explain why after a couple of weeks I would be pain free and then be able to run. I was fracturing the bone just as it was fusing each time.

I had not turned an ankle, there were no stumbles in my runs. I had not fallen down the stairs, drunk. I had simply fractured my Tibia by over stressing it.

A combination of weight bearing and a recent sharp increase in activity. An activity my muscles, tendons and ligaments had not caught up with.

I had potentially been running on a fractured Tibia since my Parkrun Graduation day.

In this time I had entered a few more league races, including a 5k League event in Bath “The two Tunnels”.

As a guy fearful of heights and enclosed spaces, I had entered this to face my fear! Achieving what I had in running, had opened many doors to other challenges and possibilities. I would have to give up my place to fellow C25kers, or other club members. They would go on and score the points for the club, which was great. But they were my points. I had let myself down.

My challenges and fear facing moments would have to wait!

Eventually I plucked up the courage to send an email to Durrington Swimming Pool. I was not going to put the weight back on!

I sent that email on the 10th July 2017. It was several weeks until I would find the courage to be poolside and in my trunks.

“Run when you can, walk if you have to, crawl if you must; just never give up.”
Dean Karnazes

Whilst I loved reading this guy’s book “Ultra Marathon Man” Confessions of a midnight runner, whilst injured. I’m not sure how much I embrace the “Crawl if you have to” My experience is different. I became a Triathlete

Thank you for taking the time to continue to follow my blog. I hope you agree that I was a Muppet and do not make the same mistakes I did. However, if you do, don’t become negative. Find a way of turning the situation round – Be positive and focus on the process. The goal may change, it may even become greater.

I hope in reading this blog you believe that there really is light at the end of tunnels, and that there really are clouds with silver linings!

For my next blog I will describe how I plucked up the courage to learn to swim.

I would love to hear what you think of my blog so far, and welcome your comments. Stay safe out there and “Listen” to your body and those around you – They usually do know better.

Ch. 8 – The courage to swim (Conquering a life long fear)

For my eighth chapter in my blog “Fatman to Ironman” I will describe how I eventually plucked up the courage to learn how to swim.

Blogging about my injury experiences in chapter seven was a particularly difficult experience for me. Not just because I was admitting I was an idiot, but also because I knew it would be leading right into this chapter.

I hope after reading my blog you have an understanding of where my transition into swimming began. At this stage I had no idea where I would end up. My “Fatman to Ironman” Journey was beginning to blossom.

In my last blog I recalled how a few of the ladies from Shrewton Running Club had suggested I take up swimming to retain my fitness levels.

I had disregarded this as ridiculous at the time. Not only could I not swim, I was fearful of water and especially the dark end of the pool. My fears stemmed from a child, and falling over the side of a Dinghy in Frensham Big Pond, Hampshire. This formed one of my earliest childhood memories, and I could easily recall the feeling of being unable to breath, as the water got darker and darker.

Swimming was going to be a monumental task! Much bigger than any before that I have blogged about.

Contacting a Triathlon club

After digging through my records, it turns out I emailed a local triathlon club STAR about transitioning from a runner into a swimmer as early as 19th May 2017. Just a couple of weeks after my first running race at Trowbridge. It seems I had acknowledged running was injuring me after all.

Clearly those casual walks up to the running club during my “Injury Rehab” paid off. I truly believed everyone, when they said swimming would be great for fitness. My running buddies had sewn a seed! I just had no idea how to take the leap of faith. Somehow, joining a Triathlon Club seemed a sensible place to start.

I remember a chat I had had at work with my colleague, Nigel Brown. I had been asking what he thought about me joining a Triathlon Club. I knew he had raced this sport in the past, he had told me all about it. I hoped he’d say it was a great idea!

His advice that day was not to join a Tri club! In fact he thought I was mad for even considering it. He clearly knew me well. His advice was to get some basic lessons first, and be confident enough to swim a length or two without the need to stop. Be consistent at this before you even stand pool side with a Tri Club.

It’s true, being poolside to a Triathlon training session is an experience in its self. They truly are a barmy bunch. I needed to build my swim confidence before I even got close to stepping in with those guys.

I was clearly drunk when I sent those emails in May, it was a Friday and it was 2120 hrs. I wouldn’t follow up with the enquiry with the Tri club until 14th December 2017. More about that later.

This period is sketchy for me because I had begun to succumb to the sad state again, my pre-“Slimming World” state! The state when the outside world saw me as happy and the inside world just saw me! Being unable to run was depressing!

It turns out that I had emailed my local swimming pool at Durrington the same night as I had the Tri Club. Dutch courage really works!! I must have had a gallon of it.

However, I remember having no recollection of those emails at all, until I got responses the following week. Imagine my surprise. More so, my fear and dread of what I had done. At least it wasn’t a dodgy “One click” purchase from Amazon, that I would have to explain away to the wife. I could ignore the responses.

I would not respond through fear and anxiety for weeks. I was petrified and wished I’d never sent those emails. However, I was experiencing an overwhelming desire to succeed at something, I just had no idea what.

Contacting Durrington pool and committing to lessons

As you have read before, I am a man of my word. If I say I am going to do something, I usually do. I would eventually pluck up the courage. I contacted Durrington Pool on the 10th July 2017, some two months after their initial response. I would not be poolside until late October.

Getting poolside.

I cant say this was my finest hour, In fact far from it. My journey to being poolside had indeed exposed a great deal of weaknesses, fears and irrational thought. However, it is a crucial part of my “Fatman to Ironman” Journey.

Recalling this period in my journey has reminded me how mentally tough training can be. You have to go into your training sessions with a positive outlook. You must get your self in the right headspace, or your session will suffer. My swim progression suffered for a long time during this period, because I was not going into my sessions with a positive mind-set. Back then I was simply trying to survive!

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My first swimming lesson

I very much remember my first swimming lesson. I remember the fear, I was terrified. I would be shaking in the car park outside the pool, to the point I would have a stiff back for days.

It would take three unsuccessful trips to the pool in Durrington before I eventually found myself at the reception, signing the forms and paying the fees. Finding the courage to get out of the car was big enough. How could I find the courage to be poolside?

Nonetheless I did sign up and I did pay the fees. I was committed. I now had a “Fitness” card with the local council. Later I would update this to a full “Lifestyle” fitness card giving me full access to the councils facilities throughout the county of Wiltshire…

I now had to go and get changed. Wiltshire pools operate a mixed sex changing room policy, you have your own cubicles, but this was not the time to be getting undressed around strangers, especially women. However, having composed myself in the cubicle and depositing my clothes in the locker, I shook and trembled my way to the pool.

The previous session was still in progress. I didn’t know what the protocol was, so I stood around aimlessly for what seemed an eternity. The life guard had clearly spotted this nervous wreck, and was poised.

Fortunately that night I would be introduced to the lovely Sue Hartwell. My swimming coach and “Patience” personified. What I didn’t know that day is she was part of STAR a triathlon club. More about that later.

That night was clearly all about assessment for Sue. Sue needed to find where I was in terms of ability.

We had a chat poolside, and I described how I was happy paddling about. How I would try and swim in holiday size pools with family or friends. Mostly I would be hiding my inabilities and fear. I explained that I understood the basics but lacked the courage to go “Out of my depth” Wow! was I out of my depth now! We never discussed my “Nearly drowned” experience that night. I’m not sure we ever have?

After a short brief, I got in the pool and demonstrated my attempt at breast stroke. Sue was more than sympathetic and tried not to laugh. I gave an attempt of what I thought was front crawl or freestyle, and found doing widths in a four lane pool is quite easy. If you kick off the wall hard enough you nearly get to the other side without having to swim at all.

img_1297We finished off the assessment with a nasal filling attempt at backstroke. Something I’ve not mastered to this day. My kick off the wall was too hard and my head plummeted towards the bottom of the pool. Sue would have her work cut out.

Bizarrely, Sue felt I had the basics for breast stroke and focussed the last twenty minutes of that first “Swim” on Front Crawl. I was in the pool in baggy shorts, no goggles and terrified. I would continue to kick off the wall as hard as I could, and hope that I only needed my arms for a few strokes.

I would get to the end of those first widths that night without taking a breath, without putting my head under the water, and being absolutely exhausted when I got to the other side. But I did it. I had finished my first lesson. No floats, no arm bands. Just sheer bloody mindedness, and utter determination.

Sue Hartwell was full of praise that night and recommended my first investment should be a pair of goggles. I thanked her for putting up with me and not letting me drown. We didn’t really discuss the content of the next lesson as I recall. I was overwhelmed and exhausted. Somehow I knew I would be back, and I knew I would have to do it properly.

My lessons would be scheduled for 30 minutes after work, every Friday. I would rarely miss one.

Thank you for taking the time to continue to follow my blog. I truly believe that blogging my experiences is helping me to achieve my goal. It has reminded me just how many challenges I have successfully overcome so far. The next challenge is no different. I will be on that start line in June 2019 and I will be swimming around Chasewater reservoir.

“Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans” – John Lennon

For my next blog chapter I will describe how my swimming lessons would progress from widths to lengths and eventually see me poolside with a triathlon club!

I would love to hear what you think of my blog so far and welcome your comments. I hope you know someone who can be inspired enough to believe they can achieve their dreams, and improve their lives. Perhaps you might want to take on an epic challenge.

Ch. 9 – Widths to lengths (The making of a Triathlete??)

For my ninth chapter in my blog “Fatman to Ironman” I will describe how my swimming lessons would progress from widths to lengths and eventually see me poolside with a triathlon club!

As I write this chapter in my blog I am at home recovering from a STAR Triathlon Club Training session in the pool at Durrington. It is my winter training and we are approaching Christmas 2018.

I had a cracking session and worked really hard. When I got out of the changing rooms that night, I was overwhelmed with a need to reflect. The coaches were full of praise and encouragement. I was doing well and had just set a new 400m TT PB!

Just getting to a state of mind that I could swim with a triathlon club was tough enough. My journey to this night had been epic. Being part of a club reminded me that night, how everyone has a struggle of their own. When you are part of a club you all struggle together. Ultimately you also achieve together.

I owe my swim progress to STAR and the all inclusive welcome arms approach they gave me. But in particular to my Swim training buddies, Sue Allison and Angela Bailey -The DivStars as we call ourselves. You are why I’m still here.

Before I was able to get to this night I had a challenge of my own.

Breathing

I found it very difficult in my first few adult swimming lessons to be confident enough to put my head under the water. I would take the largest breath I could. Using the skills I had learnt with the catch and pull of front crawl, I would get my self to the other side of the pool – A width.

I would not open my mouth at all! When I got to the other side I would be exhausted, mostly through fear. I would soon learn that I was also exhausted because I had not been exhaling.

It was a natural reaction to retain the air in my lungs, the very air that was keeping me alive. I found it difficult to trust that breathing it all out would not result in me drowning.

Each time I got to the other side of the pool was like conquering a demon, a victory – Survival! I would have to reface those demons head on and get back across that pool. I would get my legs coiled against the wall and ready to kick off, my hands behind my back holding on to the wall for dear life – Frozen and near hyperventilation I would psyche myself up and wait till my breathing was steady.

I wasn’t getting many widths in, in those early 30min sessions.

My swim coach, Sue Hartwell was now working together with Sarah Jenkins. I was using all of the councils resources and the life guard, as ever was poised. I would later form a friendship with that lifeguard and found he lives in the same village as me.

My coaches had been persevering with me for some weeks. We were now heading well into the winter of 2017. I had been learning how to breath!

Bizarre as it may sound, mastering the breathing was the hardest thing I had to learn in order to be able to swim. I had thought it was all about arms and legs, but on reflection – If you can’t breath you are not going to get very far.

I understood the technique of rolling the body and head to the side, on every third stroke. we would practise it poolside. Bubble, bubble breath! I just lacked the confidence each time I kicked off to exhale.

Sue would teach me to breath bi-laterally from the outset. Being a non-swimmer gave her a blank canvas on which to work. As a coach, she wouldn’t have any bad habits to unpick, I was very much a beginner. Eventually it all started to come together and I was beginning to believe.

Once I had mastered bi-lateral breathing my swimming would come on leaps and bounds. I now had the confidence to believe in Sue when she told me breathing out with my head under the water was ok.

Pretty soon I found that the four lane pool wasn’t wide enough for me any more.

My swim coaches, Sue Hartwell and Sarah Jenkins are responsible for making 2018 a year of possibilities. Neither of us would know where this journey was heading. At this stage, we were simply trying to get me off that wall!

Swimming a length

I remember the first time I conquered the length of the pool very well. It was October 2017!

I had been spending the last few “width” lessons in the middle depth of the pool, and had been gradually pushing myself out of my comfort zone. I didn’t really want to do this, but as I progressed with my own swimming I felt it right to let the newbie beginners have the shallow end now. This turned out to be the making of me.

I had recently spent some time in the “Dark end” of the pool, practicing treading water, I would be close to the wall and able to grab on if needs be. Knowing I had strength and endurance to tread water, would give me the confidence to give my first length a go. I would now be fully at the mercy of all the coaches, lifeguards and any passers by. I was going to do this!

The build up to this night would be ideal. Sue had told me we were going to be doing it a couple of weeks back, but the pool had been too busy with people practicing widths. This delay gave me time to practice and hone my breathing, my technique, but above all… Gain confidence.

Just like the first night of swimming, I still found the whole experience traumatic. Getting out of the car and into the pool, was still a battle of wits. It was irrational really, I was in good hands and actually becoming quite capable. I just didn’t believe it.

This would be my swim coaches biggest challenge, and probably still remains so, to this day. I would be told many times just how well I was doing, how good my technique looked, and all in such a short space of time. I would laugh it off at the end of sessions by remarking that I had simply survived. I would go home after these sessions elated. Every time I would have to go through all the battles just to get out of the car and into the pool. By the time I got into the pool and started swimming I was already exhausted through nerves alone.

However, this night would change things… I would swim a length! my first ever 25 meters.

My first ever 25 meters.

I was fortunate that the pool was almost empty, just me and three other people for the entire session. Only one person in the shallows. Tonight I would be in the safe hands of both of my Coaches Sue and Sarah.

There I was, poised, in the shallow end with my arms frmly behind my back, legs coiled and breathing calm. I kicked off and glided beyond the T of the line at the bottom of the pool. I got into a rhythm 1,2, breath. Bubble, bubble breath. I was focussed on that line, determined to get to the end of the pool.

As I passed the lifeguard the water became cooler and darker. This was a bizarre experience. I had never felt this change in temperature before. Somehow the bottom of the pool now seemed so far away. The water was becoming darker and deeper. I began to swim harder and faster. I needed to get the wall, my breathing was now becoming erratic. I was panicking!

I could see the T in the line at the bottom of the pool but it seemed an age away. The “Dark end” was winning. I was beaten and had to grab hold of the side wall! the finish line was less than 5 meters away.

Looking back, I should have simply changed stroke and gone into breast stroke for a while. Allowing myself time to relax and catch my breath. A tactic I would use later when swimming around various lakes and quarries in training for my first open water triathlon.

I was now in the deep end and clinging on to the wall, as ever my coaches reassured me and eventually I let go and got to the end of the pool.

This was an all-together different experience. I was now in the “Dark end” and getting myself in the position to kick off the wall, I was going to have another go!

My legs were coiled and ready to spring me off the wall and past the T. I was off! Even more determined than before. The enthusiasm of Sue and Sarah willing me on was awesome, I can still hear and feel it now. I could hear their cheers under the water! I would quickly be up alongside the lifeguard position and now the water was becoming warmer. The “Dark end was behind me, the pool was becoming lighter. I could see the T. Come on, you’ve got this. I got to the T and was exhausted, I grabbed hold of the side wall and walked back. Two attempts and I still hadn’t got there.

It took me six attempts that night, but on the final attempt I would smash it! I would get out of the pool exhausted and elated, my swim coaches were so proud of me. I would hardly be able to sleep that night.

My next few swimming lessons would see good progression, I was less inclined to panic and able to get to the T regularly. Somehow, psychologically I couldn’t get past it. I would still experience the water changing temperature and getting darker, or lighter. This wasn’t a problem any more. Bizarrely the T was where I would stop. I would breast stroke to the end when I got here.

I don’t know how this habit formed and I didn’t know how to change it. Every time I got to the T I would stop. It was ridiculous and frustrating at the same time. My coaches tried everything they could. It was all in my head.

I remember discussing this problem with my colleague, Nigel Brown at work, early November 2017. I started the conversation looking for some sympathy. I didn’t want another disappointing swim. Nigel is pretty good at reminding me what a fanny I can be at times. That night I would have to “Man up”

My wife Sue held a similar view when I got home from work and started gathering my kit to go swimming. I think everyone had ran out of sympathy and through sheer frustration had begun to be quite blunt. It was down to me. It was all in my head.

So far, despite all the  encouragement and constant praise I had only been able to reward my swim coaches with one length of a 25 meter pool. I would regularly swim 300m in a session but it was all start/stop. I needed to smash this “T demon”.

My birthday falls at the end of November, I had made a wish and needed it to come true. I wanted to reward my coaches and myself at the same time, so I promised myself to have this “T demon” exorcized before my birthday.

Getting in the pool that night seemed different, somehow I felt more relaxed. I didn’t have the panic or fear before I got out of my car, I casually got changed into my trunks. I didn’t kick off the wall as hard and my stroke rate seemed slower. My breaths were calmer. My whole swim technique was so much more relaxed. I didn’t feel the need to get to the end of the pool quickly. I just knew I would get there eventually.

That night I changed the way I approached my swim sessions. I was now focussed and positive – Before this night I had been completely negative and dismissive, totally the wrong approach. The “T demon” had been truly exorcized.

I cant explain what made me more relaxed. I just know I was. On reflection, if I have a bad swim now it is usually because I have tried to swim too fast, too soon. Swimming really is all about relaxing and focussing on technique. It took me a long, long time to appreciate this.

December 2017 would see me right! I now found myself able to swim two or three lengths of a pool consistently.

Joining a Tri Club

My Coach Sue Hartwell had been so full of praise even before I smashed the “T demon”. She had suggested I try out the Tri club she belonged to STAR. Her feeling was that I had reached a plateau in the pool with the adult sessions. She clearly saw something in me that I couldn’t at that time. She really believed I had a great technique and would make a great swimmer. I just couldn’t see it. However, I trusted her and did turn up pool side two weeks before Christmas. This time a new fear and panic would set in. I was going to be in the pool with a bunch of triathletes.

Just getting out of the car that night was hard enough. I was determined not to allow the “T demon” to return. At the pool reception I introduced myself as the newbie and asked where I could meet the Tri Club. Fortunately that night the Club Captain, Pete Newman and a, soon to be Triple Ironman, Dale McCarter were stood chatting in the Foyer. I guess they must have heard my trembling voice and quickly introduced themselves before I ran straight back out and drove home.

I am glad Pete and Dale gave me those few kind and encouraging words that night, without them I would not have made it poolside, and would never have met my Triathlon swim coach and ever suffering training buddy Katie “Narna” McBain.

I would introduce Katie into my – Swim a length, breaking into breaststroke at the T, pause at the wall and chat technique that night. Katie had taken on a huge task, she had never come across a potential triathlete that liked a “chat” between lengths. She never faltered from the challenge, and before long she would have me entering multi sport events, and loving them. We would go on to see many peaks and troughs in my swimming but we always, always had a laugh. I would be in the pool that night with three other Tri newbies, Charlie Waters, Sue Allison and Angela Bailey. That night we formed a friendship and created the DivStars. I would sign up for the club membership the very next day, I never looked back.

Thank you for taking the time to follow my blog. The last two chapters have been very difficult for me to write. This period of my training was extremely mentally challenging. The expression “What doesn’t kill you – Makes you stronger” couldn’t be more fitting. I am eternally grateful for the patience and determination of my swim coaches Sue Hartwell and Sarah Jenkins. I am especially lucky to have been introduced to Katie “Narna” McBain and STAR Together, you have made me “Stronger” and as a result of your efforts I truly believe I will swim around Chasewater reservoir, Staffordshire in June 2019.

“I wouldn’t say anything is impossible. I think that everything is possible as long as you put your mind to it and put the work and time into it.” – Michael Phelps

For my next blog chapter I will describe how I transitioned from a Tri newbie, and trained for my first Multi-Sport event – Avon Aquathlon 19th March 2017

Ch. 10 – Training for my first multi-sport event – Avon Aquathlon 2018

For the tenth chapter in my blog “Fatman to Ironman” I will describe my transition from a Tri newbie, and my training for my first Multi-Sport event – Avon Aquathlon 19th March 2018.

In the previous chapter of my blog (Widths to lengths “The making of a Triathlete”) I described how I was “Hoodwinked into turning up for a Triathlon swim training session.

Turning up for my first ever swim with STAR (Stonehenge Triathlon and Road Club) on the 14th  December 2017 was the best decision ever. Before that night I had only ever been in the pool for 30 minutes a time, and was barely able to get from one end to the other. When I did get there, I would be hanging around for an age composing myself. My first Triathlon swim training session would force me to swim further, and longer than I ever had before. I really was pushed outside of my comfort zone, and I loved it!  I did indeed sign up for membership with them the very next day. Sue Hartwell, I hold you fully responsible, and I cannot thank you enough!

Somehow, in the space of a few weeks I had gone from being a depressed and injured runner, into a guy becoming a member of a triathlon club. I was going to be “Baptised” and enter one of the clubs events. I now had a new goal – I wanted to be able to call myself a “Triathlete”

The first “Introduction” session with STAR was a hugely nervous experience for me, I had been open and honest with the coaches Sue Hartwell and Katie “Narna” Mcbain and they had been open and honest with me. If I was going to be calling myself a triathlete in the future, I needed to get some swim practice in. That training session with STAR gave me the confidence that I could get in the pool on my own, and gave me the belief I really could do this. I no longer needed to attend the adult swimming lessons.

Being part of a triathlon club does mean you are going to have to do a bit of running from time to time. I was very nervous about running again, My injury experiences had made me paranoid. I had brought new running shoes and countless other gear, compressions socks and so forth.

I had been gradually building my run fitness since the end of September, but I wasn’t back to where I had been on my Parkrun graduation day in April. It was a slow and steady approach. The paranoia of getting injured again was a hindrance, and any slight niggle would put me off. My goal was to be fully fit for a Poppy run I had signed up for, late October. I had raised a lot of money for the Royal British Legion and I didn’t want to let my sponsors down. On the 28th October (having narrowly avoided running in the wrong event, a University “Mankini” event)  I would “fast mince” my way along the seafront. I amazed my brother Andre at how fast I could “mince”. The low impact option of “mincing” would be shelved after this event. I would have to put my fears behind me and get running properly again.

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My first race brief in a long time
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Pre “Mince”
What I really needed to do was employ a coach. Someone who could control the inner beast, my Duracell bunny, and his overpowering will to succeed. I wanted to avoid injuring myself again. I needed a structure, a plan. I needed to be doing it properly!

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I asked Caroline, Stonehenge Osteopath If she knew of anyone that I could approach, and began looking around myself. The next part of my journey “Fatman to Ironman” is slightly bonkers perhaps, but nonetheless, pivotal!

I made the conscious decision not to go with Caroline’s advice. Her suggestion was to go with a personal trainer. I just felt this wasn’t right for me. I didn’t want the one to one contact that a personal trainer offers. I knew I was going to do this! I had proved to myself  I had the determination to succeed. I just needed someone to create a plan.

Meeting TriForce

Shortly after my first swim with STAR on the 14th December 2017, I went on to employ the experience of a professional Ironman coach, Billy Harriss of Tri Force. I had gone from being a guy mincing his way through a 5k charity event in Portsmouth, late October 2017, to taking a serious step towards endurance distance triathlon in December. Initially our plan was to be a successful sprint distance triathlete, and be injury free whilst training for Marathon distance running. Those were my goals in my 40th year, and as you will read later, I smashed the triathlon goal!

I had never heard of Ironman events at this stage. My goals and ambitions would change as my confidence as a swimmer grew.

I had seen Billy Harriss and Fenella Langridge (TriForce) riding around the roads of Salisbury Plain and through my village, I had passed them on my way to the pool many times. I had no idea who they were at that time, I just saw how they were riding their bikes and thought “That’s what I want to be doing”. They have a pretty cool race-skin outfit as well. I remembered the feeling of how I used to ride a bike, when I was fit and young. Before I became a “Fatman”

I researched them via their website and Facebook page, I liked what I saw. I sent a vaguely worded Email enquiring how I could join them. I kind of hoped they wouldn’t reply so I could get this silly idea out of my head. Tri Force got back to me straight away. Simon De-Burgh, was very helpful and encouraging, and put me in contact with Billy Hariss. We would meet up and discuss this barmy plan I had been hatching all this time.

“Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans” – John Lennon

In that first meeting we would discuss how I could convert the negative of being injured, and unable to run, into a massive positive – I would become a triathlete.

Billy firmly believed I could do it, after chatting with me. It felt like a job interview I had nailed. I now had the job and I didn’t want to disappoint.

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I had got the job – I didn’t want to disappoint

We discussed at length, the hurdles we would have to overcome. Not least the fact I was pretty much still unable to swim. I also didn’t have a bike, and had lost most of my run fitness. Billy Harriss is a hugely positive person, he believes anything is possible. He convinced me to get back in the pool as soon as I could, and put the work in – Our journey had begun.

That Christmas I would get in the pool as much as I could, a difficult time of the year to gainimg_1308 access, but nonetheless I clocked up four, 30 minute sessions before the new year, and a further six swims before I went on holiday on the 12th January 2018. My swimming was coming along, and every now and then I would get a full length in. I was now super focussed and began to improve my run fitness again.

I would run on new years day! An absolute jaw dropper for those of you who know me of old. I would even be seen on the treadmill, or out on the plains as early as six O’clock in the morning. img_1429

I was just as determined as I was with Slimming World and my C25k course . This time I now had the added self belief of knowing I would succeed. I also had a structure and a plan. Most importantly I had begun to surround myself with the right people – My support crew;-

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I would swim again with STAR on January 4th 2018. My second triathlon swim training session. This night I got in the pool without the nerves I had before Christmas, I had belief and focus – I knew I could get through the session, I had been practicing and was excited to see how it would go.

I was disappointed! The “T” demon would return. The panic after feeling the change in water temperature, the fear of the darkening water. My stroke rate would increase dramatically as I fought the water. I was near hyperventilation. I was 5 meters away from the end of my first length. I grabbed the wall, then changed into breaststroke to get the job done. I would now spend the next few minutes at the end of the lane chatting with my swim buddies “The DivStars” Charlie Waters, Sue Allison and Angela Bailey. I must have looked a right state. They were struggling with their own demons, and we would have to get each other through the session. We developed a bond that night, a true and lasting friendship. I rediscovered my technique! A technique that would go on to frustrate my coaches so much over the next few months – The swim 20 meters, panic and go into breaststroke, Grab the wall and chat technique.

Holiday training

I had booked a holiday to Sri-Lanka and the Maldives for the last three weeks of January 2018. My wife, Sue and I had been waiting all year for this holiday, we booked it way back in March 2017. We have been fortunate over the years with holiday locations, and have had some truly lovely experiences. In the past I had looked on, as my step children were brave enough to swim in the seas of Hawaii or Bora Bora. I never had the courage, or ability to join them. I would miss out on sharing these experiences with them, as they grew up. I would only ever snorkel in the shallows of the lagoons, where I knew I could stand up. Anything above waist height was an absolute NO!

This holiday would be different! I was now chatting with Sue about how I was going to swim in the sea! I was so excited.img_1425

For the first time ever, I would be on holiday with my running shoes and swimming trunks. I would swim, or run as much as I could, and even put in some swim/run brick sessions. I swam in the sea and beyond the lagoons and reefs. The sea life was amazing. There wasn’t a wall to grab hold of, and it was full of things with teeth. Yes! reef sharks look pretty big to me.

I would also be in the pool, swimming as many lengths as I could and happily post on Strava every day. I used the exercise bikes in the gyms and thought all the time about becoming a triathlete.

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I now had to learn the importance of balancing a life in sport, with personal life. Something I have yet to master.

I would return from that holiday eager to get back in the pool with STAR and reunite with my swim buddies the DivStars. It seemed like an age since we had seen each other, in those few weeks they had improved so much. I was confident from my swims in the sea, and they had overcome their own individual demons. Charlie had progressed up the lanes. That night we would all commit to entering our first multi-sport events – The Avon Aquathlon 2018 and the Durrington Triathlon 2018.

I’m not sure any of us would have entered if we had been on our own. We entered as a team, although we would race as individuals. Our team ethic that night was to train together and get each and every one of us over that line. Our swim coach Katie “Narna” McBain convinced us all we could do it. We all went home and signed up. We would all go on to call ourselves “Triathletes”

The “DivStars” – L to R Charlie Waters, Angela Bailey, Coach Katie “Narna” McBain, Lawrence Kaile, Sue Allison – “Triathletes

For the next part of this blog I refer you to my first ever multi-sport race review, my second ever race review.

Avon Aquathlon 2018

Lisa Mathews

A person that never got a mention in this race review is Lisa Mathews.

Lisa Mathews had entered her first multi sport event as well, it was a 500m Swim, followed by a 5k hilly run. Despite suffering disabilities associated with Downs Syndrome, Lisa had decided to enter the Avon Aquathlon to raise money for her chosen charity. I had decided to enter it for myself.

We would both start off the event. I was in lane 2, Lisa was in lane 1. That was our wave.

Every time I got to the end of a length of that 25m pool in Durrington I was exhausted. Absolutely spent. The “T” Demon was trying to make a comeback! I was literally trembling with fear every time I got to the end of the pool.

The early onlookers – Confused

I used my “Chat at the end of a length” routine to compose myself, and deal with the nerves. I was petrified every time I kicked off that wall! I thought I was going to drown every time. The lane judges were confused, and eager to get me going again. The life guard, as ever was poised!!!

Every time I looked into lane 1, there was Lisa, smiling her way through breaststroke and loving every minute of it. She was being guided by the truly amazing Katie “Narna” McBain

I was suffering from nerves like I had never experienced before, I simply couldn’t control myself. My breathing was erratic, I would have to do twenty lengths. An absolute suffer-fest. Feedback after the event was that I actually swam well, my technique looked great and everyone was confused by why I kept stopping.

I was surrounded by my support team. Fenella Langridge and her Mum, Francesca Gay, my wife Sue and all my coaches. Along with all the athletes waiting for wave two to start. I had a large audience. They would be “hurling” encouragement at me, although they had the best intentions, the noise was a new experience for me. It added to the pressure and anxiety.

Lisa Mathews and her support team had nothing on their minds except success. Lisa was loving it.

The very fact that Lisa could do it, gave me the confidence to kick off that wall each time. The support from the crowd, my coaches and my support team helped, but Lisa is responsible for my swim success that day.

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L-R Katie “Narna” McBain, Lisa Mathews & Joanne Mathews

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Thank you for taking the time to follow my blog. I couldn’t wait to get round to writing this chapter. In short I managed to turn a huge negative into a massive positive, and turn 2018 into a year of possibilities. At the same time I formed many friendships, and now had a solid platform on which I could build. I would use this as part of my training towards my first ever triathlon. I now had Multi-sport event experience.

If you don’t have confidence, you’ll always find a way not to win – Carl Lewis

For my next chapter I will describe my experiences of training and racing my first ever (Pool based) sprint distance triathlon.

I would love to hear what you think of my blog so far and welcome your comments. I hope at least one of you might be inspired enough to believe you can achieve your goals.

“I wouldn’t say anything is impossible. I think that everything is possible as long as you put your mind to it and put the work and time into it.” – Michael Phelps

Take on that challenge and find an event for you “Hit enter” and let your journey begin

Ch. 11 – Durrington Triathlon 2018 (A stepping stone)

For the eleventh chapter in my blog “Fatman to Ironman” I will describe my transition from first time multi-sport event finisher to Triathlete.

I found myself writing this chapter after finishing my last swim training session with STAR for the year. It was Thursday 20th December 2018. Before the session had started I was sat poolside with Charlie Waters (DivStar) and Sue Hartwell, my swim coach. We were reflecting on our year and how far we had come. Coach, Katie “Narna” McBain would shortly join us. Together we reflected on what we had achieved.

2018 had been a year of possibilities.

We had started off the year, in the pool at Durrington, in our second Triathlon swim training session ever. I would go off on holiday, and come back to find Charlie had already been promoted up a lane. My other DivStar buddies, Angela Bailey and Sue Allison had also improved, so much in such a short space of time.

As you have read in my previous blog chapter 10 Training for my first multi-sport event – Avon Aquathlon 2018. We all signed up for two multi-sport events in that swim.

Having shared my experiences of the Avon Aquathlon with you, I couldn’t wait to jot down my experiences of the second of those events we had signed up for. The Durrington Triathlon 2018. I was determined I would perform better.

For Billy Harriss (TriForce) the Avon Aquathlon had been all about me gaining some multi-sport race experience. That day he would see the monumental task ahead of him, and me. He never once expressed any negative thoughts, in fact he was full of praise, he always believed I would be a Triathlete. We met up for a race debrief, and hatched the next phase in our plan.

I would need to get a bike!

April isn’t really an ideal time of year to start cycling outside. We were still suffering the usual unpredictable British weather. Nonetheless, I started researching the vast world of modern bikes. When I last rode a bike it was so much simpler. No Carbon, No Di2, just simple alloy frames, and cable based mechanics. I also had to consider Tri bars and TT options. I was overwhelmed! It was now a very different world. I was about to spend a fortune and I didn’t have a clue! On top of this I had never ridden a road bike.

I was trying to educate myself and understand it all, Billy would try and help but ultimately, it was down to me. I had to decide on a marriage safe budget.

In the meantime, I would visit the gym and start using Wattbikes.

Wattbikes

I had never heard of Wattbikes before. Billy had convinced me everything would be ok. I downloaded the Wattbike App and started getting some early data back to him. I didn’t understand terms like resistance, Watts or cadence. I would soon learn!.

I would quickly form a love/hate relationship with those bikes. I loved the fact I was riding again. I loved the fact that my training was becoming so varied and interesting. I hated the puddle of sweat I would leave on the side of the bike. That embarrassed me back then. Today, I see even the fittest of guys sweating profusely on those machines. I love a Wattbike Session.

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Learning to train in Watts & Cadence

In the meantime, I had convinced myself, if I was going to do this triathlon properly, I needed to spend loads of money. A classic trap. I have since read about many athletes, in their first year, spending bucket loads of cash on kit. What I have learnt since then is the best investment, undoubtably is weight loss. I’m still working on that one.

Fortunately! The ever tempting world of Wiggle, and endless online discounts would only go as far as a decent pair of Swim Jammers (Game changers) some cycling shorts, and a pair of Tri shorts. The race skin would have to wait.

It was my work colleague, Nigel Brown who would help me make the right decision.

Nigel was quite vocal at the time, and I was surprised by his reaction. We have a great working relationship and rely on one or other to speak their mind. He would not be holding back. Despite my best efforts to convince him, he was right. The age old adage “Buy cheap, buy twice” was not going to cut it with this particular Royal Marine. This Royal Marine was also very familiar with triathlon.

Nigel was worried I might spend loads of money, and actually hate triathlon. On reflection, it was a fair point! However, I would fall in love with this barmy, bonkers sport. I was hooked. The guy who had grown up without sport in his life, had now fully embraced it, and it all started with a bad back.

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Bought on a marriage safe budget!

Fortunately, that year had seen the employment of another colleague, also a Royal Marine and a keen cyclist. Mark Anderson was looking to become race fit. He had signed up for a series of events, and was in the process of going full carbon. He had a bike he was using for winter training, that he wouldn’t be using if he upgraded. He offered it to me at a very fair price.

 

I’m not sure if those two Royals got together on that deal, but they saved me a few quid, put some money towards Marks new bike, and potentially saved a few domestic disputes. See you on the start line Mark!

Going to the bike shop

I didn’t get a chance to get on the bike for a few weeks after buying Marks bike. I was keen, yet fearful at the same time. I had never ridden a road bike before and needed the right day. I also needed some decent shorts….. I needed to get to a bike shop.

For my first trip to a cycle shop in twenty years, I had decided to go full out and have a spend. I had saved a fortune on the bike after all.

As well as the essentials, helmet and lights etc. I would buy cycling shoes. Yep! with cleats. With little experience I would be clipped in.

Normally this kind of thing wouldn’t have bothered me. However, a member of my running club, transitioning into Duathlon, had broken his arm wearing the very same shoes (forgetting to unclip at a junction) I will spare him the indignity of being named but Ian, you know who you are.

Before I had left the shop, the owners made sure they had sold me everything I “Needed”. I really had my pants pulled down in the bike shop that day.

The following day I would return my Gucci Assos bib shorts, having never felt the comfort of memory foam. Even my coach Billy had never worn these and chuckled at my vulnerability. I used the refund money to buy more bike accessories.

Having signed up for my first Tri event I had convinced myself I needed to invest. In reality I already had, I had a professional coach. What I was failing to do was invest time – Time with my wife. More about that later.

My first ride

My first ride was planned as a simple one mile loop around my village. (I didn’t plan to post it on Strava)

I practiced, leaning against the side of my house, clipping in and out. Eventually I would push away and go.

I was quite surprised just how much confidence I had lost on the bike, I was wobbly from the get go. Perhaps as wobbly as the last time I had ridden, either the last time being through drink, as a teenager. Or when my pedal fell off and I gave up after one week of riding.

As I approached the end of my lane, I chose to try the brakes, well in advance. So much so, I had to pedal to get going again. I had quickly realised that if I became too slow I would need to put my feet down. They were clipped in. I was not going to break my arm!

The end of my lane is a blind T junction, you cannot see what is coming from either direction. We are in the country, and most people do not follow rules. I would frantically unclip my left foot whilst I had a bit of momentum. I now had the indignity of walking, a straddle, to get to the junction. Ridiculous! How come as a teenager I would be fearless, drunk or sober on the bike. Somehow, as an adult the ground seemed a lot less forgiving.

I would turn right at this junction and then left at the next. A sort of arm signal offered to anyone around.

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I wobbled my way left into, what I thought was the sanctuary of Orcheston. A village in a valley? I had run and walked the hills many times, and somehow convinced myself a quiet walk is as good as a quiet ride. I was beaten, shaken, and would turn back to the sanctuary of Shrewton within minutes. I was not ready for hills.

On the way back past the stables, and past the vets. I began having a word with myself.

I live in a valley. “If I am going to get out of my village I am going to have to put some work in”

I was back at the same junction where I had turned left. At this point I could of gone home, it would have been a mile or so. I chose to bear left and crack on!

Very quickly I would be faced with my next decision. A more open T junction with limited visibility from the right, Nothing was approaching ahead/left. I would instinctively remember the cyclist wobble at the line routine. I would stay upright with enough time to make my decision to go. I was impressed with myself.

I turned left/ahead and made my first accent for twenty years. I was proud and scared at the same time. Scared if I couldn’t keep peddling, I would fall off. Proud that I was once again riding a bike.

I gave it my all. Despite fading and being near death at the top, I was there. I had used all of my gears and all of my breath. But I was there. I made a phone call to Sue, reassured her and got going. The Wattbike had worked!

That planned 1 mile loop turned out to be a 18k out and back ride. You really can’t forget how to ride a bike?

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After my first accent in 20+years

My first DivStar ride

My cycling had been going well and I had accepted the invite from my training buddies, to join them on a recce of the Tri route. It was now only a few weeks to go before race day. Coach Katie “Narna” McBain was eager to get us all out there and get “a feel”.

The route is in a beautiful part of the countryside, and on part of Salisbury plain I had never seen.

We all met up at the pool in Durrington, where only a few weeks earlier we had endured the Avon Aquathlon as a team. Today we were raising the bar, we were triathlon training.

Having realigned my front wheel, pumped my tyres and reset my helmet more times than nerves would permit. We all lined up for my first DivStar team photo, on a bike.

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L-R Emma Jones, Charlie Waters, Sue Allison, Coach Katie “Narna” McBain, Angela Bailey, Me

 

It was a mild and overcast day, I had plenty of water and was on a mission. I was now starting to use hydration supplements and energy gels. Just a few weeks earlier. I had had my first ride in a long time. Today, I was going to smash it.

We set out as a group, allowing Coach Katie to see where she needed to be in the pack. Before long we got stuck in and began to put the hammer down. I soon found my “love” of hills and the girls found their “love” of mechanics. No one was left behind on the ride out. It was brilliant fun.

We would stop for a chat and refuel at the halfway point.

For the way back Coach Katie “Narna” McBain had briefed us all about a particular hill. I listened intently and promptly ballsed it up when we got there.

I remember the politeness of each and everyone on the bike as they cycled passed me. As I lay in a heap on the side of the road. Giggling in my own indignity.

If they had slowed to help, they would have suffered the same indignity. It is a brute of a hill.

I approached the hill hard and fast, momentum was going to get me a fair way up. Then I would have to change gear. My cadence had dropped and my chain was tight. My derailleur couldn’t shift the chain across. I was left in a high gear at the front and rapidly unable to rotate the crank. That day my knee would save me from a broken arm, but my dignity would be shattered for ever. I would suffer almost the same on race day. I would get off and walk that day.

Despite this, we all performed beyond expectation and our coach was proud of our development. In the meantime I had been working exceptionally hard on my swim.

As you will read in my race review for my first ever triathlon “Durrington Triathlon” The Swim wouldn’t click until the week before race day…. Taper week. I had suffered the “T” demon and I had had enough.

For this part of my blog I refer you to my second only multi-sport race review, and third race review….

Durrington Triathlon 2018

The feeling of euphoria as I crossed the finish line was overwhelming. I had completed my triathlon ambition. Somehow, I knew my journey wasn’t going to end there.

I was exhausted that day in May 2018, although, after finishing, I managed to find the energy to run back and cross the finish line with my training buddies. I was buzzing with a post race high!

The run part of my events has since become my weakness, partly through injury. Mostly because run injury has made the other disciplines my strength. As a runner alone, injury would have written me off, and doubtless I would have given up long ago. Today, as a triathlete, injury makes me stronger.

You are never really playing an opponent. You are playing yourself, your own highest standards, and when you reach your limits, that is real joy! Arthur Ashe.

Thank you for taking the time to follow my blog. I have found the process of recalling the highs and lows of my journey (Reflection), to be hugely beneficial.

For the next chapter in my blog I will describe how I bounced from pool based triathlon, into Open Water Tri

I would love to hear what you think of my blog so far and welcome your comments. I hope at least one of you might be inspired enough to know you can Tri.

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Previous chapters in my Journey “Fatman – Ironman”

Ch. 12 – The Cotswold triathlon ”Raising the bar”

For the twelfth chapter in my blog “Fatman to Ironman” I will describe how my “A” race for 2018 had suddenly changed. My goal had become bigger, the challenge greater.

I would become an open water swimmer, and successfully complete an OW Triathlon.

As you have read in my blog, previously Ch. 11 Durrington Triathlon “a stepping stone” my first triathlon on the 13th May 2018 was a huge success. I had trained as best I could for the event, and I had Pb’d everywhere except for the run. I had come close to a PB run too. My swim Pb, however, was a huge 11 minutes.

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Probably the last time I will Pb by 11 minutes in my swim

It was especially poignant to have my first swim coach, Sarah Jenkins, as my lane judge in that event. Not only had she seen the product of all her hard work. Unwittingly, she had encouraged me to raise the bar and up my game. I had proven I could do a pool triathlon. I had proven (to myself) I could swim. The doors to endless opportunities had been opened.

The pool was no longer long enough for me.

I was buzzing and quickly set about looking for the next challenge. All only after a few weeks of finishing my first ever multi-sport event, “The Avon Aquathlon”

I sat down with Billy (Tri Force) and discussed my options. Before I knew it my questions were not about whether I could swim an open water event, but how far. The Cotswold Triathlon had now become my “A” race for 2018 – The bar had been raised! 2018 was going to be an awesome year.

I entered the Cotswold Tri on the 25th May 2018 (12 days after my first ever Tri!) Super eager, I quickly set about hiring a wetsuit for the Open Water season and got in the lake two days later.

img_1539My first open water swim

My first open water swim was a “Fear Fest” and a triumph at the same time. I stood at the side of Lake 32 in the Cotswold Water Park looking out at that first buoy, trembling! The 750 loop seemed impossible, and the first bouy seemingly miles away. OMG! What have I done? How am I ever going to do this Triathlon? The Triathlon I had entered involved a 750m OW swim.

I had no idea at this stage, that I would be standing on the start line of the most pivotal event of my “Fatman to Ironman” Journey so far. I wouldn’t know this until registration (the day before race day), there are a lot of lakes here.

It turned out to be a real blessing. However, I still had to get through day one of Open Water swimming.

Nigel Brown, my ever suffering work colleague, would suffer again today.

For several months now the office chatter had changed from (Chapter 2) slimming world (We were both losing weight) to swim, and Tri challenges. The difference this time… Nigel knew he could swim, Royal Marines tend to have to do it from time to time. I had only just convinced my self I could swim in a pool. I knew I had to get in that lake.

I got into the changing room and set about slipping into my wetsuit. I was quite surprised how trim it made me look. Nigel thought otherwise, and we both walked to the side of the lake. I wasn’t going to hang about and allow my fears to get the better of me. So I strolled in waist deep and then took my first plunge in a lake…. Since I had near drowned, as a child.

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Lake 32 – Cotswold water park

It was cold, the shock made me stand up again. I quickly composed myself and tried a few breast strokes. I thought I had been hiding my fear well but clearly the close proximity of Nigel suggested otherwise. I just needed time to settle before I got going.

Nigel had suggested we try the 200m loop first of all, and see how I got on. I was very glad about this, as the option of swimming 750m was definitely out at this point.

As we headed toward the first bouy in the triangle, I remembered the sighting techniques I had learnt in the pool. Doing this meant I was not focusing on technique. I couldn’t control my breathing, and I could feel myself begin to panic. I had learnt in the pool to change into breast stroke and keep going. This was how I eventually got to that first bouy. However, I wasn’t there yet.

I now found myself well out of my depth, and what felt like the middle of the lake. As I looked over my shoulder, swimming back was a lot further away than where the first bouy was. On reflection, whilst I was out of my depth. I was actually quite close to the shallows. It just didn’t feel like it, as I treaded water for as long as Nigel could bear.

“Come on boy” I heard him say. That fuelled a fire in my belly I hadn’t had since my first ever full time job. My boss/apprentice master would soon learn how I reacted to being called boy, and use it many times.

Nigel had actually said “Come on, swim to the bouy” (and have a break there) All I heard was boy!

We would laugh about this many times as we swam around that lake. He didn’t know why I was angry, I didn’t know why he kept saying it. It wasn’t until we finished our swim that it all came out.

In fact, not that Nigel knew it at the time, but putting that fire in my belly was just the thing I needed. I would go on to swim that 200m loop three times. The last loop, on my own and growing in confidence.

Swimming OW with my Tri Swim Coach.

img_1559After my first OW swim at Lake 32, I would go on to have a mixed bunch of OW swims leading up to my event. A particularly fond memory of mine is getting in the lake at Eastleigh with my Tri Swim coach Katie “Narna” McBain.

The build up to the swim in Eastleigh had been good for me. I was enjoying open water swimming and becoming quite confident. I was eager to get as much OW swim experience as I could, and the chance to swim in a different lake (coached), could not be turned down. Katie wanted her newbies “The Divstars” to progress and invited us all down for a swim, prior to the club championships.

That day it was Charlie Waters, Coach Katie, and me standing on the side of Eastleigh lake. Charlie had driven us down there and I was feeling great. Charlie was in training for his first OW event at Bowood house. Another club event.

We all got in the lake full of confidence. I was perhaps even slightly cocky, knowing I had been doing so well. I would soon pay for this.

Charlie was awesome that day, Katie would have to suffer, yet again. As I used my (Now adapted) Swim to the bouy, have a chat routine.

I had swam too hard, too soon. I was trying to impress, and certainly wasn’t relaxed. I needn’t have bothered. I later learnt that both Charlie and Katie were already very impressed with my swimming. However, I’m pretty sure it’s the fastest I had ever swam at that time.

Katie was awesome that day, it took me at least a loop and a half to relax and settle into my rhythm.

Something I have learnt from this session is i’m not strong in the beginning of my swim, but as others tire, I can endure. I will take this with me to Chasewater resesvoir.

I did indeed endure that day, I would swim 4 x 400 loops of a lake. More than I had ever swam, anywhere.

I have never been back to Eastleigh to swim, I fell in love with Ellingham Lake, in the the New Forest. One very noticeable thing about my swimming after Eastleigh was, that my pool swim had now become much, much easier.

Ellingham Lake

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Ellingham Lake

The reason I fell in love with Ellingham Lake is varied. By far the main reason is I could now share my training with my wife Sue.

Sure a 0600 Hrs swim is early. But that’s how triathletes get their day done right? Since coming back from the Maldives, in January 2018, Sue had struggled to get her head around my sudden headlock with this sport.

She couldn’t come running with me, and didn’t want to come out on the bike. Nonetheless she hated the fact I was always “Out there” it confused her, and made her paranoid.

I so much wanted to include her. But, somehow triathlon had made her feel less and less involved in my life. She feared we were drifting apart.

Ellingham changed this!

The lake offers a very simple cafe area, complimented with plentiful dog walking areas. On top of this, a seated vista of the entire lake (On a fog free day). Perfect! I could train and Sue could be there, perhaps even reading a book as I swam around the lake?

Our first swim at Ellingham involved my coach Billy, and Pro Triathlete Fenella Langridge. It was an important swim and I was focussed! We both got up early and drove down to the lake. I was excited and nervous at the same time.

Billy said he’d meet us there at 0700 hrs. True to form I was there, and ready to swim at 0630 hrs. Fenella was nearly finished with her swim set, and was about to hop on the Turbo. As she got out of the lake she confirmed the loop measurement to Billy. She had been wearing her Gucci Garmin multi sports watch. I very much wanted one of these. However, at this stage in my training it was just about setting a time, and having a benchmark on which I could improve.

This is where Sue would be in her element. Because I didn’t have any gadgets, Sue would now become my time keeper and keep me honest. I was now being pushed by my wife, and I loved it.

Billy would see a reasonable effort from me on that inaugural Ellingham Lake Swim. My first 500m loop felt good, I did take a few breathers at the bouys to compose myself, but mostly to absorb the moment. I was enjoying my time in the water today. Ellingham is a beautiful lake.

I would go on and swim another loop that day, and make friends with the guys on the paddle boards as they encouraged the newbie around. I was surprised by the amount of encouragement everyone was giving me. The Open Water Swim community is awesome.

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Sue and I would return many times to Ellingham Lake in the build up to my “A” race for 2018. Knowing Sue was on the stopwatch kept me focussed, my swim times were steadily improving, and I was less inclined to have a breather. We were finally able to embrace the sport together.

Vobster Quay

img_1549This swim was different, for many reasons!

I was weeks away from the big event. It was close to showdown time, and I was beginning to feel the pressure.

I had been given the task of swimming 1.9k (2x 750m & 1x 400m) by my coach and I wanted to smash it.

Sue and I had a lie in that day and chose to drive down to Vobster Diving Centre in Frome instead for an afternoon swim.

 

Vobster is a flooded quarry, one side is 20m deep, the other 40m deep.

At this stage in my training I was becoming quietly confident in OW swimming, but standing alongside that dark water that day, I was ready to just turn around and go home.

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Flapping and fanning around

However, after a fair amount of flapping and fannying around, I got the job done!

My first 750m loop was mentally tough. I was in unfamiliar territory here. The water was so deep, and so vast. Apparently there are submerged Aeroplanes and Busses down there for the divers to explore. I never saw a thing through the depths of that dark water.

For my second loop I was more relaxed and felt at ease. I thought I was on for a good time. However, when I got quay side, Sue informed me I had finished the loop with exactly the same time as the first? A good, consistent swim! The only drama being when a load of bubbles came up from the depths. I panicked, as I thought a diver was right underneath me. For 20-30 meters you might have thought I was being chased by a shark.

I didn’t swim the final 400m that day and settled for a consistent 2x 750. I was fatigued from the distance for sure, but my confidence was growing.

After swimming Vobster there was nothing left to fear…. I was ready!

For this part of my blog I refer you to my race review of the Cotswold Triathlon “My first OW Tri”

Cotswold Triathlon 2018 – A journey

My swimming has continued to go from strength to strength. I have now swam in many lakes and many pools. I no longer fear the swim and my times are steadily improving.

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I knew it was becoming an issue leading up to the event, and briefly considered bailing out of the run.

 

 

I had trained hard for this event, and discussed my options with Billy (Tri Force) I had entered a cycling Sportive and a Time Trial event as part of my training plan. Some of the key events I worked towards in preparation for race day. We reflected on those gains, and adjusted the remainder of my training block.

I had done well in both events. Holding a good consistent 10M TT and being able to endure the bike leg well beyond the race day distance. This would turn out to be priceless. Having lost confidence in my run ability, I could now switch my focus toward a positive swim and a strong bike. The pressure for the run was off!

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Despite a run/walk approach on the day, I nearly Pb’d. I was fitter than I had been for 15 years.

I entered my off season and approached my winter training, injured!

Thank you for reading the latest chapter in my blog.

Please take the time to read the previous chapters in my journey. Chapters 1-12 have been a lot of fun to write, and I welcome your comments and opinions.

“The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.”

 Eleanor Roosevelt.

For the next chapter in my blog I will describe my first ever “Off season” and winter training…. I had signed up for Ironman 70.3 Staffordshire and would be be building my aerobic base?

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Previous chapters in my Journey “Fatman – Ironman”

Ch. 13 – Winter training, Achilles Tendonitis and hitting “Enter”

For the thirteenth chapter in my blog “Fatman to Ironman” I will describe how having successfully completed my second “A” race for 2018. I would go into my first ever “Off season” and then into winter training.

Having completed The Cotswold Triathlon I was left with mixed emotions. An enormous feeling of achievement, satisfaction and above all, pride. However, I had been working towards this goal since May. Now I had no goals. It’s a bizarre feeling, a kind of post race depression. One that I had felt before…. After completing my first ever triathlon, The Durrington Triathlon.

Uh oh! What was I going to do next?

I hadn’t given up on the Marathon in my 40th Year! It probably seems a while since you have read about that barmy, bonkers idea? I have made a pact with my friend and Osteopath, Caroline, and I intend to stick to it. More about that later.

My first “Off season”

I had been given the opportunity to take a rest, an “Off season” from Billy (TriForce) . He offered it as a suggestion, but I think he was encouraging me to take a break. I would take two weeks completely out of it. Just active recovery, walking my dog or gentle casual cycling. I owed Sue some quality time, and I owed my body a break.

At work (during theses two weeks of rest) I would be staring at a collection of books given to me when I was first training for sprint (Pool based) Tri. These books were given to me by a colleague new to the College I worked for, Mick Stone. He had recently left the Army as a keen triathlete, and British Army Team member. He missed the sport, the Army had allowed him to embrace. As a civilian he had decided not to carry on with the sport, and was “retiring” from it. He had heard of my journey and gave me, amongst other things, a vast collection of training material. Sadly his bike was too big for me. I would of loved to have bought that.

These books were Ironman training books. Mick was keen to do one of these, one day, but never got the chance. Before that day I had never heard of Ironman, except the Marvel Comic guy, played by Robert Downey Jr. I certainly hadn’t heard of endurance distance triathlon. I thanked him for the kind offer and returned the favour with biscuits, as is currency within military establishments. I would stare at those books throughout the summer of 2018, without opening one of them. The idea of me being able to do one of those? Ridiculous. Mick saw something in me when he gave me those books.

During my “Off season” I became curious and started to have a read. A seed had indeed been sewn by Mick, and it was beginning to grow.

As I read these books I remembered my Marathon at 40 plan. Subconsciously I was prioritising my goals. Realistically, I was going to have to leave it till my 41st year, 2019. I was ok with this, 2018 had been pretty awesome. Besides which I now had an aggravated and overused Achilles on my right leg.

As I was reading the Ironman books, I started researching Olympic distance events. I thought this ought to be my next step. I found some really good events in the area but never really felt it was going to be enough of a challenge. I now wanted to enter an endurance distance triathlon.

I hoped Billy would talk me out of it. Alas, not “Nothing is impossible” Billy Harris. He was just as excited as me, perhaps more so. Do you think I could do it? “Absolutely” was his response. “I have no doubt about it”. “We will need to build your run, but your Swim and bike have come along nicely”

We needed to be absolutely sure that this was the direction for me. So Billy suggested I pop down to Weymouth for the Ironman 70.3 (2018). His partner Fenella Langridge was racing in the pro wave. There was also going to be a few other athletes I was beginning to be aquatinted with. Fenella had been very supportive of me during my early swimming days, and in my Aquathlon. I felt I owed it to her to offer some support back.

Ironman 70.3 Weymouth 2018

Sue and I headed down to Weymouth early Sunday 24th September 2018. We were with Fran (Fenella’s mum, and her partner Moss (James)

Sat Nav took us on an unusual route, and the drive was somewhat longer than it should have been. All the time I had this Ironman idea in my head. Sue didn’t know what I was thinking about. I needed to be sure I was going to do it, before I told her my plans.

We got to the pro swim wave just as Fenella was exiting the swim. She is an awesome swimmer. “Go Fenella” I screamed as she ran up the carpet from the sea towards T1.

It was a biblically wet and cold day. In the short few minutes of walking from the car park to the swim area. We were soaked, and frozen to the core. We had prepared, and had warm gear… Nonetheless, on this occasion, no amount of protective clothing would have been enough. Sue was not overly impressed and Otis, my dog, was trembling through cold.

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A biblically wet day in Weymouth

I was inspired and buzzing with all the excitement.

We headed back toward Transition 1 (T1). I wanted to experience as much as I could. T1 was now welcoming the age groupers, as they got out of the sea. I would be doing that soon!!! So many bikes and such a large transition. Yes!!!! Nothing had put me off yet.

Fenella was long gone on her bike leg now, and wouldn’t be back for some time. We were tracking her, and the other athletes on our phones.

Many athletes would not complete the bike leg, through hypothermia, or simply being too cold to function, or shift gear. It was an epic display of British weather.

We found a Travel Lodge, and got inside to get Sue a cup of coffee. Due to the appalling weather there were a lot of very damp, very cold spectators in there that day. But notably there was not a single person complaining. Everyone was enjoying the atmosphere and spectacle that I was experiencing. Ironman was continuing to sell it’s self to me.

This is where I would meet more of my fellow TriForce athletes, and in particular the relay team for the day. Kent Langridge, (Fenella’s brother) had already completed the swim leg.

Team Tri Force would go on to win the relay, and Fenella would cross the line 3rd. Her 5th podium place in her first year as a pro.

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Fenella crossing the finish line

I was inspired and buzzing through all the excitement.

The weather had not put me off. In fact, quite the opposite. I saw so many different levels of athletes achieve their dream that day. I wanted my piece of the pie.

I remember chatting to Simon De Burgh (Tri Force coach and nutritionalist) at the finish line, as he was cheering his guys on. I casually asked “Do you think I should do one of these” Hoping he would come back with a cautious…. Maybe try an Olympic distance first! He never hesitated with his response, “Absolutely”

That was the moment I signed up for my first ever Ironman event. I would go home that night, warm up and dry out. The next day I would be hitting “enter”

Keeping it a secret

I would keep the fact I had entered an Ironman event a secret for over a month. Only Sue and Billy would know I had committed.

I felt at the time I didn’t want the pressure of everyone knowing. Billy agreed.

In reality I needed time for it to sink in. There were many, many OMG moments during the next four weeks. Added to this, I am rubbish at keeping secrets. I am perhaps one of the most open books you will ever meet.

The pressure of keeping it a secret gradually became worse than the fact I had entered the event in the first place.

During this period I recalled how many times my Coach Katie “Narna” McBain (STAR) had suggested I write my blog.

Blogging

I had never even read a blog before now, and quickly researched this fascinating world.

I read a blog by fellow TriForce athlete, Lori Westcott and her “Why” a kind of…. Why do I do this blog. It inspired me. I also read a Blog by another TriForce athlete Matt “Badger” Heath. Again I was inspired.

I had a story to write, and Katie “Narna” McBain had been right all along.

I used to consider myself an amateur poet many years ago. Never having the courage of my convictions to print any of the material I wrote, I eventually gave up. Poetry had been a very useful therapy. When times were hard I would write. It was also a brilliant tool for reflection, when times were good, I would also write.

I hadn’t done this for many years. Indeed I did have a story inside, and I now needed to tell it.

Writing blogs is also a useful way of using one of the few skills my school offered, that I actually enjoyed.

1/2 marathon ideas

Over the course of my first two seasons in sport (2017/2018) I had entered three 1/2 marathon events. One I wanted to run with my brother, Andre and the other two were supposed to be with Roxy Foster, from my running club (Shrewton Running). Roxy was running her first ever half marathon and I had promised to do it with her. Sadly, I was injured and could only be there as a volunteer. The following year she would Pb by 20 minutes, and all I could do was cheer her on from the side of the road. I should of been out there with her.

Sadly all three half Marathon events were cancelled, through injury. However, in each case I would volunteer as a marshal. I was intending to use these events as a step towards a full marathon. But as you have read, I am delaying that barmy bonkers plan for a while.

Marshalling

Having accepted I couldn’t run my events, I chose to marshal for the organisers instead. Marshalling is great fun, and when injured allows you to feel “involved” it also allows you too see so many more aspects of the race. The joy, or pain in peoples faces. Everyone goes through so many emotions on race day. Everyone is on a journey and I love being part of it.

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The Salisbury Half Marathon Marshals

Marshalling is another factor that encouraged me to hit “enter”. Every time I marshalled I was inspired by everyone’s efforts. Whether it be a 5k Parkrun, or a Half Marathon. You could see the elation in the faces of the families, the emotions of the runners as they successfully completed their dream. I missed that feeling.

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Salisbury Parkrun Marshals

Bizarrely, being unable to run these events was another factor I considered when hitting “enter”. What better time to do my first half marathon…. In my first Ironman event! That is how my mind works I guess. I see a set back, (a negative) as a challenge…… How can I turn this negative into one big positive? Yep! thats my rationale.

 

I had worked out where my journey was going.

Winter training.

I sat down with Billy to work out my next training block. My “Off season” was about to end and we needed to start thinking about 2019. It was going to be huge!

Billy advised me that we were going to strengthen my body in preparation for what the disciplines of triathlon expose it to. Especially now I was upping my game into middle distance.

I had never thought the gym was going to make me faster or leaner. I was never really looking to be ripped. Billy changed my approach to the gym that day. This was all about injury prevention. Being smart with my training. It would also burn off a few pounds. I began to look at the gym as a kind of pre-recovery. Something I could be doing whilst I was unable to run.

We would back off the intensity of the bike and swim, and keep them aerobic. Another skill I am developing (Learning to train within heart rate zones) I agreed that we needed to allow my Achilles time to heal, and would not run at all. Although I would have to get over my fear of the Cross Trainer in the gym.

I would also be introduced to the Turbo (Indoor Trainer) for the bike. However, I still loved the WattBike and would get on that whenever I could instead of the turbo.

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On the Turbo – In my pain cave

A fellow member of my running club (Shrewton Running) Ritchie Appleton, had given me his old turbo. He had upgraded to a Smart Turbo, and had immersed himself into the world of Zwift.

The turbo is a lonely place. It beats being out on the bike in the cold wet winters of the Uk. But only just. Sat stationary on the saddle for long periods of time can become a bit tedious. My man cave had now become a pain cave! And I was loving it.

 

Achilles Tendonitis

I knew I had it coming! I thought we had avoided creating a big issue by adapting my training prior to the Cotswold Triathlon. In hindsight, I lacked any history of strength and conditioning training at all. I had been doing some basics, calf raises and stretches etc. But my tendons and ligaments were struggling to keep up with what I was demanding from them. The doctor would immediately diagnose the issue and insisted I keep off it. Apparently I wasn’t far away from a complete rupture. This time I was listening. The pain from an Achilles flare up is unbearable.

Clearly I was going to have to embrace the gym for the first time in my life. I did not want to experience the kind of pain an Achilles flare up can give you again.

Thank you for reading the latest chapter in my blog.

Please take the time to read the previous chapters in my journey. Chapters 1-13 have been a lot of fun to write, and I welcome your comments and opinions.

Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts. – Winston Churchill.

For the next chapter in my blog I will describe my first ever proper use of a gym. Now with a purpose, I now had a new goal.

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Previous chapters in my Journey “Fatman – Ironman”

Ch. 14 – The gym, with a purpose.

For the fourteenth chapter in my blog “Fatman to Ironman” I will describe how I would fully embrace strength and conditioning as part of my winter training. I would be using the gym properly for the first time in my life, and and loving it.

As you have read in my blog I have suffered through injury many times. Going to the gym was now even more important than ever before.

I had visited the gym sporadically in the past. The usual New Year effort which would fizzle away. More recently I had the privilege of using the Wattbikes at work (In the period I didn’t have a bike). But now I was an aspiring endurance distance athlete. I was in a totally different headspace when I went to the gym for the first time, in a very long time. It was the 17th October 2018.

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I headed down to my local Gym straight after work on that Friday evening. Billy (TriForce) had discussed at length with me, the routine I would be starting with. I had printed out some graphics of examples, and was eager to get going.

In the past I had suffered, like many I suppose, the usual image consciousness whilst exercising in the gym. The feeling everyone is watching you? Or in someway judging you. This is probably why I never really stuck it out in the past. I was a pretty hefty guy at one point.

This time the gym was different. I was focussed on my goal, perhaps the fact that I had a goal had made all the difference. I never hung around in the car park, or in the changing room like I had in my early swimming lessons. I just cracked on with it and got into the gym. My first gym session would go by without the fear of what other people were thinking. Mostly, they have their headphones in and are all focussed on their own goal. I didn’t care either way.

I would be introduced to a new word in that first gym session “Potentiation” I think this is where you are effectively warming muscle groups up prior to increasing load or intensity. Either way, I thought you just got in the gym and did a bit of whatever, then showered and went home. No! These were going to be very structured sessions.

Having done my 10 minute easy treadmill I would have a blast with the foam roller, and then go through a series of Lunges, Squats, Glute Bridges and Leg Aductors etc. I was sweating profusely and hadn’t even been near anything heavy yet.

I would then start off with various things like leg presses, curls, Lat pull downs etc. etc. The gym staff very kindly showed me the ropes, and the session would go very smoothly. I would start off with 3 x 6 receptions on each muscle group and then a 90 second break. 90 seconds seems like a long time. I am learning that recovery is so important and key to consistent training. I would be disciplined and adhere to the plan.

I wasn’t lifting anything big. I had been told not to. Firstly technique was most important, I was to make sure I was getting the complete movement or rotation. The weight would be built gradually.

After completing the various weight machines I though I was done. But no! These were  very structured sessions indeed. I would now have to complete a circuit three times. I had a choice which circuit I could do. The circuits are a mix of Aleknas, press ups, press up/pull through, face pulls and cable pulls amongst other things. Oh and a plank or two for good measure. Then still not finished, I would go through a stretch routine.

I finished the gym session having drank every last drop of water I had taken with me. I showered, and would go home very content. I would be doing this twice a week. Gradually building the load, and intensity as we went. I couldn’t wait for the next session.

I would grow to love the gym over the next few weeks. I began to make acquaintances as the familiar faces that showed up each week began to chat. It just made so much sense what I was doing. I also began to notice gains every week. Most weeks I would be lifting more than the previous weeks. The circuits became routine, where as before I had to keep referring to my notes. The potentiation would continue to get me sweaty before I had even done anything, but I guess thats its purpose.

The gym became quite an amusing place. I am a keen people watcher and the gym is full of all sorts.

People watching

Most amusing is the teenager trying to get ripped. He turns up and is the fastest on the rowing machine, oblivious to the risks, and lifting the heaviest of weights. However, he burns out in seconds and achieves nothing. This guy returns every week, and is there for about 15 minutes.

Then there is the travelling community. These guys really do respect their bodies. But they train in a group, each feeding off the others endorphines, like a pack of wolves.

One of my favourites is the guy who shows up in a vest so small his nipples are on show… Really? He isn’t there a lot fortunately. The ladies don’t do this pal, why should you.

The body builder amazes me every time. He is always there before I turn up, and he is still there when I leave. He doesn’t always lift big, but when he does it is impressive. His repetitions are consistent, and he respects the recovery time. Religiously writing down the weight each time.

Then there are the guys who look at themselves in the mirror, whilst doing their set. These are an odd, clearly self obsessed bunch. I smile in amusement when they take selfies of their tensed muscles.

The ladies are a different bunch all together. They don’t feel the need to make loud noises or exaggerated gasps when lifting weights. They don’t tense up their faces either.

Then there is the fat guy. I look at him with admiration each time he shows up. I remember where I was once and think “Good on you” at least you are here. He returns every week.

The older generation amaze me. There are a few clearly in their seventies, maybe older? They aren’t just working out because the doctor told them too. They are on a mission. Clearly they all have goals and ambitions. Their sessions are just as tough as mine. Good on them.

Podcasts

During this period I had been listening to my music collection through my iPhone but was beginning to get bored of the same shuffle repeats. I had dowloaded a few compilations and a few new albums, but really couldn’t find the right thing for me for when I was training.

A while ago I remembered listening to Fenella Langridges Podcast through Team Oxygen Addict. I had downloaded it via a link from a Facebook page. This was the first ever podcast I had listened to. I would revisit the world of podcasts and change the way I trained.

I would listen intently to the various podcasts I had downloaded that week, on the drive to the gym and whilst exercising. I would zone out and smash my training whilst listening to all kinds of subjects. Nutrition, sweating, recovery, heart rate training, and so on. The list is endless. Naturally I was focussing towards Ironman related podcasts. However, Im sure there is a podcast out there for everyone.

Amongst the podcasts I have listened to, two stand out above all;

Tim Don – The man with the Halo

An exceptionally talented athlete who suffered an extremely serious cycling accident shortly before his “A” race of the year – The Ironman World Championships at KONA. With a broken neck he was forced out of training and racing, and into a HALO.

This is a truly epic story. He has recently released two videos describing his return to racing.

Johnny McEvoy – From armed robbery to professional athlete – One man reformed through the power of sport.

Johnny has a truly remarkable to story to tell and hopefully the title of his podcast sums it up.

I won’t spoil the experience for you by repeating their stories here now. I just encourage you to have a listen. Suffice it to say they are two very inspirational people that have been on an epic journey. Neither have ever given up on their goals or their dreams. They have always found a positive out of whatever negative situation they have found themselves in. As a result they continue to be very successful at what they do. In some way I hope to have taken a little out of their mantra and applied it to my own.

Thank you for reading the latest chapter in my blog.

Please take the time to read the previous chapters in my journey. Chapters 1-14 have been a lot of fun to write, and I welcome your comments and opinions.

“I hated every minute of training, but I said, ‘Don’t quit. Suffer now and live the rest of your life as a champion.’”– Muhammad Ali

Unlike this great champion, I have never “hated” my training. For sure there are days when I find it tough. Or moments when I feel like giving up. But like him I want to be able to live that dream. I may not be the champion, but in my own mind I will have won the battle and successfully completed my journey.

For the next chapter in my blog I will describe how I began to shape my 2019 training and race season

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Previous chapters in my Journey “Fatman – Ironman”

Ch. 15 – Shaping my 2019 training and race season, off the back of a “Santa Swim”

For the fifteenth chapter in my blog “Fatman to Ironman” I will describe how I would shape my 2019 training and race season. I would do it off the back of a very successful “Santa Swim” Challenge.

I had had a lovely Christmas and new Year. Now I needed to sort my self out and create a plan for 2019

Building a race diary

This is something I hadn’t really done before. Working with my coaches had changed the way I thought about this. In 2017, as a runner, I just entered events without thinking about how I would be able to train for them. Sure, I used these events as goals, but without decent planning, I would end up racing a lot of events poorly prepared.

In 2018 we had a plan for my first triathlon, and it went well. As you have read my plan kept on changing.

So 2019 needed to be different. I needed to be really clear in my mind how I was going to train, and what events would be used to get me up to the best possible condition on race day. In Chasewater reservoir, Staffordshire.

I had fannied about through November and December 2018, occasionally searching through The British Triathlon Federation web page for events. I also had the Triathlon 220 Magazines list of races. I had short listed a few events that I thought would be right. The focus being on building my run, and experiencing at least one triathlon, preferably Olympic distance.

Billy (TriForce) was impressed with the list I had come up with.

I was in my winter training and progressing well at the Gym. June seemed so far away at this point.

However, before I knew it, it was January 2019. Two months had passed already and with the exception of my “A” race, I had made no other commitments.

I kept the list of possible events on my phone, and every now and then, I would whittle it down to preferred options. Deleting the rest.

I decided not to race my Tri clubs (STAR) races again this year. Part of me wanted to see how much I had improved, and how much I could Pb by. The real part of me knew I had already proved to myself I could do it. It was a tough decision, but the right one. I will give something back to STAR this year, and volunteer as a marshal. They are a wonderful little club and I would love to see someone else “stepping up” and giving Tri a go. I will be cheering them along with the added experience of knowing exactly what they are going through.

I also decided not to include any half marathon races in my training plan. So those too, were crossed off the list. I didn’t want to tempt fate and risk another run based injury, paranoia? Perhaps, but these decisions were made after several weeks of suffering from Achilles Tendonitis.

At this stage I had almost given up on running, at least thinking about it. My Running Club (Shrewton) would now see a full on effort by me, as Secretary, and committee member to promote the club in as many other ways possible. I knew I was not going to feature in their league pursuits as a runner.

As I got through the short list of events I began to wonder why I was trying to cram so many into my plan. I wasn’t a pro athlete, I was barely even an athlete yet. At best I was an injured athlete. I didn’t need that level of stress in my life.

Billy (TriForce) had encouraged me to enter a few events so that my training was focussed. He was worried that if I didn’t have a race or two planned before my “A” race I might lose interest, as I sat on the Turbo or plodded up and down the pool.

I understood that mindset from Billy, but he was beginning to learn just how determined and focussed I was. How deeply entrenched I was in my journey.

I eventually whittled the list down to just one event. An Olympic distance Triathlon at Stourhead, In Wiltshire. “The Immortal”

There are many reasons why I chose this event. Mostly, it is local to me, and that takes the admin problems away. I could just drive to the venue on race day. Amongst others, the scenery in that area is said to be beautiful. A stately home not far from me, that I had never been to. What better way to see it than through swim, bike, run.

The main reason was, I had been kindly offered a place at a discounted rate for marshalling two of their half marathons. I was desperately disappointed in being unable to run Salisbury Half, twice. However, volunteering for the organisers had now been rewarded. I now had two races booked for 2019. Race 1 of 3 already smashed!

Santa Swim

I was straight off the bat from a very successful “Santa Swim” challenge organised by TriForce. I had been awarded “The Most improved swimmer” award, and received wine and vouchers for my efforts. The accolade alone would have been enough. I already had one success as I started 2019. I counted the “Santa Swim” as event 1 of 3 now. I hadn’t been expecting any competitive events for some time. So hence it appears as race No. 1.

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When I signed up for the “Santa Swim”, I knew I was never going to win the challenge over all. I had no chance of getting near the podium either. TriForce has some pretty serious athletes on their books. I was amongst the beginners. They had dangled a carrot for us, and anyone else suffering with their swim. We could become the “Most improved swimmer”! This I knew I could do. My swimming had been coming along nicely, this was just the sort of thing I needed to take me out of my comfort zone.

I was just as focussed on that swim challenge as I had been in any event I had entered previously. I had convinced myself I could claim a reward, and humbly set about smashing it!

The coaches had set us targets to swim on the days when the pools would be open over the Christmas period. These “options” were on top of our normal training schedule. They weren’t an option for me! I wanted that title! I had worked so hard to be in a position to challenge for it. I was not going to let this opportunity slip.

As I found last year, In my first Christmas as a swimmer, Christmas is a very difficult time to gain access to the pools. Nonetheless, I set about putting my name on that bottle of wine and getting that Wiggle voucher.

I could choose from the list produced from the coaches what swim set I would try. Ruling out the 5k and 10k swims as way beyond me (I didn’t want to be in the pool all day anyway, neither did the council) I certainly wasn’t going to do a 500m kick set either. However, the remainder of the sessions seemed doable if I could get in the pool with enough time.

I would go on to crush my 100m, 400m & 750m Pb in my first Santa Swim. It was a 1k non stop swim. I had never done that before either. I would then go on to swim a non stop 1.9k swim (the distance I will be swimming in Chasewater resevior) and follow this up directly with another 100m Pb, 11 seconds quicker than the Pb two days previous. The next swim was truly epic. I swam 3k non stop. Yet another first. There was no 100m Pb there though. This swim would introduce me to the discomforts of chaffing. My armpits were red roar. But I didn’t care. I felt awesome and knackered at the same. I eventually swam 5 epic swims over the Christmas period of 2018.

I finished the challenge off with a pyramid swim totalling 3k. Santa set me off buzzing into the new year and I knew I needed to put my hand in my pocket and sort my race diary out.

Despite being so focussed on the “prize” of that “Santa Swim” I was amazed when I was given the title “Most improved swimmer”. I was honoured to be mentioned in the ranks of so many great people…… I swam my arse off.

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I had recently been given a birthday gift from Sue, a Gucci multi sport Garmin watch. My birthday falls at the end of November, and without me knowing it at the time, gave me a few weeks to get used to the advantages.

My swimming had improved without any tech, but this Garmin watch was a game changer. For the first time ever, I could swim eight lengths without forgetting how many I had swam. The watch would take care of that. I could simply focus on technique, my breathing, and above all relaxing into my swim.

Bizarre, even writing those words. That’s what Billy (TriForce) had been telling me all along. “Focus on technique, relax. The pace will come later”

Having that watch made it easier to complete a successful Santa Swim. I was probably the most relaxed I have ever been in the pool.

After getting this accolade I would have to refocus and look at my race diary. I couldn’t put my finger on why I was so reluctant. For the last two years I was jumping in two footed at everything that came my way.

Perhaps that was it. I was now a little more experienced. I would bide my time. The right opportunity would come along.

Mallorca.

Some time ago, as far back as August 2018, TriForce had invited it’s athletes to their summer training camp for 2019. It was to be held in Mallorca. The images they posted were enticing. I had read the reviews of their previous year, and expressed a keen interest at the time.

We could not afford it, there was simply going to be no amount of flowers or breakfasts in bed, that would convince Sue it was a good idea either. I would just have to shelve the idea. Before I did, I left it with Billy (TriForce)that I felt this was ideal for me. He agreed it would be a “Game changer” as he put it. Nonetheless Sue was not going to be convinced as easily.

The Open Water swims at Ellingham went a long way to change this, I had also been much better at dividing my time. I think Sue also saw a passion and desire in my cold, wind, and rain beaten face at Ironman 70.3 Weymouth. However, back then Sue was in a bad place with my Tri life, I needed to tread carefully.

It came out of the blue. In the week leading up to Christmas Sue announced she wanted to go with me. And that it was on! She had thought long and hard about it. I was knocked off my feet, I had almost given up on the idea. So we chatted all day, on and off, about it.

Sue was ok that I would be training long and hard in the day. She accepted I would be up for early morning swims. I didn’t know what to say.

That was it! That was the reason I wasn’t committing to any races. In my heart I knew that I wanted to go to Mallorca. I just didn’t know how to make it happen.

I quickly got in contact with Billy to get some details of this event and chatted about my race calendar.

I knew financially I wasn’t going to be able to enter many races now that we had committed to Mallorca. I also knew I never really wanted to. I could now focus towards a training camp in Mallorca. That has to beat any early season races. Boom! I was excited and driven again. I now had that drive and focus. It was on!

2019 is going to be awesome!

Thank you for reading the latest chapter in my blog.

Please take the time to read the previous chapters in my journey. Chapters 1-15 have been a lot of fun to write, and I welcome your comments and opinions.

“An athlete cannot run with money in his pockets. He must run with hope in his heart and dreams in his head.”
– Emil Zatopek

For the next chapter in my blog I will describe how I began to gently up my training in preparation for Mallorca 2019

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Previous chapters in my Journey “Fatman – Ironman”

Ch. 14 – The gym, with a purpose

Ch. 16 – Training, and the build to Tri Camp. Mallorca 2019 – January

For the sixteenth chapter in my blog “Fatman to Ironman” I will describe how I had now begun to train and build towards my first ever triathlon training camp “Mallorca 2019” For this chapter I describe the ups and downs of January.

As you have read in Ch. 15 – Shaping my 2019 training and race season off the back of a “Santa Swim” I had sorted out my race season and now had a really big target to train for. I was fully committed to Mallorca and couldn’t wait to get back into training.

New Years Eve

2019 was fast approaching as the clock ticked away. I wasn’t interested in waiting up to see the fireworks, or Big Ben chime. I was looking beyond that moment, I was looking forward to my journey evolving in 2019 and how I would feel standing on the side of Chasewater reservoir in Staffordshire, for my first ever Ironman event!

New years day for most people is all about a hangover or a lie in, perhaps followed by a full-English breakfast and a day in front of the TV, watching westerns. I used to fit into that category and would cheerfully sit on the sofa moaning and groaning. Not this year! This year was going to be different. I was determined to get myself in the best possible shape for Mallorca. I would be training from day 1 of 2019, I was excited.

I have never been a fan of staying up past midnight on New Years eve, so that side of things wasn’t a problem. I was in bed at 2130 hrs and had a great nights sleep. I knew the following days training was going to be tough, and I needed to be ready.

New Years Blast

It’s the afternoon of January the 1st 2019 and I am heading off to my “Pain Cave” Formerly known as my “Man cave”. Its a cold winters day and I am turning the heating on ready for the session, in an hours time. The afternoon light is dwindling as I wander back in doors to change into my cycling gear – It’s Turbo Time!

Turbo Time

I have become very fond of the Turbo. For most, it is a love hate relationship. I have quickly begun to realise that a turbo session is one session you can always fit in. Regardless of the weather.

Todays session was described as aerobic with efforts. The efforts would be just shy of max, 9/10 on the RPE (Rate of Perceived Exertion) scale. So after a Z2 (Zone 2/Heart rate) warm up for ten minutes I was off! 5x 10 seconds hard/50 seconds easy. I got through this interval relatively easy and enjoyed 2 minutes back in Z2. My Garmin watch has been an absolute game changer for this type of training.

Then suddenly boom 10x 30 seconds 9/10 with 30 seconds easy. Wow that was a toughie… I was sweating like a Royal Marine in a maths test, as I recovered in Z2 for 5 minutes. I would repeat the cycle and cool down for 5 minutes at the end.

The term cool down would usually have been quite easy. My heater barely takes the edge off a cold winters day, but I was hot, really hot and really sweaty. I laughed as I saw steam rising off my head in the second phase of this training.

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Sweating in the “Pain cave”

The whir of the Turbo and the rising steam, whilst listening to a podcast in my pain cave. Thats how I do New Years Day now. BOOM

I would set 6 peak performances for that session, my Training peaks account was going to look good! Not a bad way to start off the year.

Tri Club

I would be back in the pool on Thursday 3rd January 2019 having enjoyed a rest day. My Tri club (STAR) were also delivering aerobic sessions, as we all built our aerobic base for the upcoming race season. I swam a mile that night in around 40 minutes, and thought nothing of it. It was an easy swim compared with the Santa swims in the two weeks previous.

As I sat in my car at the end of that session, I reflected on how far I had come. Amused by how ridiculous I had been in my early days of swimming.

GYM

The gym was going to be key going forward into 2019. My coach Billy (TriForce) and I had chatted at great length about this prior to Christmas. You will have read about this in Ch. 14 – The gym, with a purpose. However, I was now beginning to feel like I knew what I was doing and was beginning to notice some gains.

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Cross trainer & Heart rate

I would do a ten minute warm up on the Cross Trainer (Something I had hated in the past) and would feel good as I got off. I went at a fair lick and really got a sweat on. I might have looked like I had been In the gym for an hour as I entered the room put aside for potentiation. I really was hitting 2019, and I was feeling great.

By the time I got to the circuits, after about 45 minutes on the weights and presses etc. I was spent. I now had 15 minutes of heel drops in which I could people watch all the different personalities that populate a gym.

For the first time in my life I actually felt like I belonged in the gym, as opposed to being some kind of imposter. It was Friday 4th January 2019 and I was 41. I had bagged another 5 peak performances for my training peaks account, and I was excited about the weekends training.

The weekends training

IMG_0268Saturday would see my second 90 minutes session on the turbo. It was an aerobic session where I had to fit in 10 x 30 seconds hard at any point. I had chosen to do this every 10 minutes to break up the ride. I would fit in a few closer efforts toward the end and have a fifteen minute cool down. I had done a similar session the week previous and knew what was in store.

I went through the ritual of turning on the heater, changing into my cycling gear and preparing my hydration. In went the headphones, as I tuned into my current podcast of choice.

I would be in a different zone for the next 90 minutes. Miles away from the pressures of life. I loved the feeling of exercising, and how you completely exorcize your demons. The reward of a good training session is immeasurable. In that moment you are untouchable.

At the end of a good session there is an instant high as you know you have smashed it. I received 6 peak performances in my Training Peaks account, and knew it was going to be a great weekend.

Sunday saw me back in the pool and swimming just shy of 2k in 47 minutes. I had the option of going for a 30 minute run/walk but canned that and opted for a swim. I was pretty chuffed with my week of training. I didn’t want to balls anything up by running too soon. My Achilles injury was settled but only very recently, and I was paranoid. The running could wait.

The Santa swim challenge had done wonders for me. I was becoming very confident with my swim and found I could relax into the rhythm quite quickly. I knew I needed to be swimming 2k consistently and knew having recently swam 3k that I would be fine with the goals being set for me, by my coach.

There would be no peak performances for training peaks that night, but I didn’t care about that. This time last year I was barely able to swim a length.

Week two – January 2019

I would take a well earned rest day on Monday, and researched the world of “Calories in and calories out” I wasn’t on a diet, but I needed to be smart with what I was eating. I was burning a lot of calories. I would download “MyFitnessPal” from Under Armourer and link it to my Training Peaks account. Now everyone knew what I was up to.

Tuesday 8th January was Gym day. I was so excited to be going straight from work and into the gym. I was in and out of the changing room and quickly smashing out a twenty minute Cross Training session to warm up. Now I was sweating more than ever, the “Royal Marine in a maths test” was back! 8 Peak performances for that, and off I went dripping, into the potentiation room.

I would breeze from one machine to the next in the gym that night, pleased with the weekly gains, and increased weights I was pressing or lifting. I didn’t need the help of diagrams I had downloaded, and I was becoming familiar with the varied sessions. The circuits at then end left me near broken, as I expended every last drop of energy before my drive home.

I was now training smart, eating smart, and hydrating well. I felt on top of the world as the fears of hitting “Enter” were well in the past. I was full of confidence about my A race. I was loving training, and loving life.

The rise and fall of an athlete

Wednesday 9th January saw the rise and fall of an athlete. I had recently began to brick a swim and bike session into my Wednesdays. A “beasting”, and one which I loved.

I approached the session like all the others for the new year. Full of positivity and good preparation and planning. I had an awesome swim and felt strong throughout. The swim was aerobic with some strong efforts, and finishing just shy of 2k I was content with my effort. I got to the Wattbike and set about tuning in to my podcast. I felt really good as I got into my shoes and laid out my towel. By now I was very familiar with the ideal height setting for the bike, before long I was into a rhythm. This session was focussed around cadence and I was determined to finish on a high.

The Wattbike would see me in HR Z2 and 3 throughout the session and the cadence was maintained at 90+/100+ it wasn’t a particularly difficult session but nonetheless I was sweating buckets. This is the norm for me on these machines and I was prepared for it. Drinking electrolyte based fluids regularly.

The end of the session came at 58 minutes (10 minutes short of the planned time) up to this point everything had gone very well. I had to stop because I was beginning to feel the very early signs of cramping in my calf muscles. I knew I needed to get off the bike quickly before my legs locked up completely. The indignity of cramp whilst clipped in on a bike is not something I planned to suffer that day.

The problem occurred when i tried to get out of the cleats. Unbeknown to me, someone had tightened the release up so much it was impossible to remove your foot. I didn’t know it at the time, but the process of trying to unclip my feet, whilst having fatigued muscles would introduce me to my latest injury, and pretty much write off the remainder of January 2019.

The following morning I would wake up in the early hours in agony, as the damage caused to knee ligaments and tendons earlier in the day, had slowly swollen to the point I had lost the ability to straighten my leg. Eventually the pain would be so unbearable that a trip to A & E was inevitable. I thought I had broken something.

The whole of the following week I would be in crutches, the hospital scans had confirmed that it was tissue damage, and not anything that the old fashioned remedy of RICE (Rest, Ice, Compress, Elevate) could not sort out.

I am not a big fan of daytime television and quickly searched for a positive in this latest “set back”. I would eventually decide to write Chapters 12-15 of my blog that week, which by now you would of had the pleasure of reading.

Writing my blog whilst injured

In the past, being in pain, injured, or off work, would be a depressing time for me. Housebound and dependant. This time my experience was different. Recalling my journey for those chapters was very good therapy, and reminded me of the “Absolutely” response of Billy Harriss and Simon De Burgh, when responding to my question “Should I do an Ironman event”

All of my coaches STAR and TriForce absolutely believe in me, and continue to impress me with their positivity and belief. That week in crutches could have been the end of my journey if I didn’t write those chapters. I absolutely believe I can do it, and hope my experience of January is just a “Set back” and that February is a much better month for me.

The Moral guidance here is “Be careful when riding someone elses bike”

Awards and accolades

During this period of injury I was given the biggest of boosts, and a massive pat on the back from both Tri Force Endurance, and my Triathlon Club STAR. As you have read in Ch. 15 – Shaping my 2019 training and race season off the back of a “Santa Swim” TriForce had already awarded me the title of “most improved swimmer” for my efforts in their Santa swim challenge. I wasn’t expecting the bottle of wine and the Wiggle voucher that came through the door though. Thanks guys!

An even bigger surprise was to come the morning after my Tri clubs (STAR) AGM/Awards night, Friday 11th January 2019. It was completely unexpected, especially as I was unable to attend due to being injured by the Wattbike the Wednesday before. I was desperately disappointed to have to offer my apologies, I was more upset about that, than the fact I was injured. My triathlon club is full of very inspirational people and I am fortunate to be able to call them friends. I felt like I had let them down by not attending. The following morning my coach Katie “Narna” McBain would inform me of the following;

I had been nominated for three awards on the night by the membership, “The most improved swimmer”, “Most improved athlete award”, “The athletes, athlete of the year award” and my favourite… “The – You cannot be serious award” Katie advised me that I had indeed been missed.

I was voted by the membership, and awarded two out of the four awards for my efforts in 2018 – “The most improved Swimmer award” and the “Athletes -Athlete of the year Award” I was particularly chuffed to receive the latter. Especially given some of the epic challenges my fellow club members had completed through the year.

What to do?

It turns out that Triathlon is ideal for some one as injury prone as me. After an initial moody week on crutches, and easy week at work. Billy and I sat down and chatted about the way forward. I would swim my arse off for the remainder of January! Something that this time a year ago, simply wasn’t possible. Swimming was now my strength, and I would use it to my full potential.

Thank you for reading the latest chapter in my blog.

Please take the time to read the previous chapters in my journey. Chapters 1-16 have been a lot of fun to write, and I welcome your comments and opinions.

“When you come to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on.”—Franklin D. Roosevelt

For the next chapter in my blog I will describe February’s training in the build up to my triathlon training camp “Mallorca 2019”

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Previous chapters in my Journey “Fatman – Ironman”

Ch. 14 – The gym, with a purpose

Ch. 15 – Shaping my 2019 training and race season off the back of a “Santa Swim”

Ch. 17 – Training, and the build to Tri Camp. Mallorca 2019 – February

For the seventeenth chapter in my blog “Fatman to Ironman” I will describe my training, and build towards my first ever triathlon training camp “Mallorca 2019” For this chapter I describe the ups and downs of February.

As you have read in Ch. 16 – Training, and the build to Tri Camp. Mallorca 2019 – January. I had sorted out my race season and now had a really big target to train for. I was fully committed to Mallorca and after my experiences through January, couldn’t wait to get properly back into training,

As I publish this Chapter (2nd March 2019) ….. Ironman inform me it is 100 days until my event in Staffordshire!

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Leading into February 2019

I had had a hard time injury wise through the last weeks of January, and it had begun to take its toll on my mental state of mind. I’m not saying I was loosing it, but I had started to allow negative thoughts to enter my mind. Something recently in my life that I am unfamiliar with. I had become so used to a structured life around training, it frustrated me I couldn’t train as I had been. I found it difficult to accept that I was injured, and it would be a long term recovery. I was shocked when The last day of January approached and things rather than getting better, we’re getting worse.

“Success is walking from failure to failure with no loss of enthusiasm.”
Winston Churchill

I needed to get myself back into the right headspace. I had organised a follow up appointment with my friend and Osteopath Caroline. This was on the morning of Thursday 31st January 2019, and it couldn’t have come sooner. I would have a long chat with her whilst being treated.

I also chatted at length with Billy (TriForce) on the Wednesday prior to visiting Caroline and discussed things from a coaching perspective. I needed reassuring I guess. I needed to silence the demons in my head.

February – Week 1

I had now accepted that January was a write off. Ok I had one great week at the beginning, but since then the roller coaster had been free rolling down hill.

I decided that February 1st would be where I would get back on it. Billy and I had agreed on a suitable swim session and I was focussed. I was ready to restart my training year.

That day Wiltshire was hit with heavy snow. The kind of Snow that paralyses the UK. We had more than was required, and the councils had closed all the pools. Normally this wouldn’t of affected me. In the past I would simply shuffle my training and do a Turbo session on the bike. With this injury all I had was swimming. I was devastated. I couldn’t even go for a walk through fear of slipping on the ice and undoing my recovery. February 1st was written off.

I got up on the Saturday really pissed off with myself for forgetting the process, and focussing on the goal. I had written about this in my blog and should be learning by my mistakes. Ok let’s make February 2nd count.

Free swim

Officially my training had me down for a rest day. Not a chance. I’ve been resting for three weeks. Billy was in Dubai with Fenella Langridge for Dubai 70.3 (Her first race of the season) and I didn’t want to disturb them. I would pick from a list of swims I had missed over the last few weeks and just crack on, off my own back.

When I got to the pool I realised I had forgotten my watch, or any reference to the intended swim. I sat in the car thoroughly cheesed off with things and contemplated just going home. I got a grip, and had a word with myself. This was not who I was, not now.

I would get in the pool that night, and swim a set I could remember. I made one up on the spot and decided to swim 10x25x10. I gave myself an hour to complete it, then just cracked on. Writing on a white board each time I had swam 10 lengths. Just like old times. Just like the days before my Garmin watch. Only this swim was without the pressures of my watch monitoring my every move…. A free swim.

I was buzzing when I got out, as the clock had only just gone past the hour, and my set was completed. I was at last training again. The last weeks of January I had swam my arse off, as I put it. But that felt like injury rehab. This swim was different. Ok yes I was still injured, and was still recovering. I felt great as I sat in my car recovering from exertion, slowly sipping away at the remainder of my hydration.

1st Structured session

The night of 2nd February I sent Billy a message asking for a swim set the following day. I was down for a recovery Turbo session of 45 mins. However, I had missed several Turbo sessions and knew I would fail this. Billy sent me over a set to which I immediately responded “I will smash that in the morning”

Without trying to sound big headed…. I knew I could. I just needed to get in the mindset of the Santa Swims of Ch. 15 – Shaping my 2019 training and race season, off the back of a “Santa Swim”

The swim set was made up of (after a warm up) 500 steady/4×50 hard x3 with a mix stroke cool down.

I would indeed go on to smash it with a 2.3k time of 54.47 I was content with what I thought was a solid swim, given the congestion of a Sunday afternoon council pool.

Billy had messaged me whilst I was swimming. He was still in Dubai, but keen to find out how I got on. When I sat in my car reviewing his message, I tried to compose a reply. In the end I just sent him a screen shot of my Garmin feed. I was blown away with his response.

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Despite the fact my injury had left me with no kick (Off the wall) and I was turning like an oil tanker in the pool. I allowed myself to feel pretty chuffed with my efforts. I was conquering everything the Tri Gods were throwing in my path, and was beginning to see some improvements in my time splits.

Onwards through February

I didn’t train for two days after this swim. A difficult day at work had aggravated my injury and I would have to return to the doctors…. Having hoped for some sympathy, the  doctor promptly advised me to get back in the pool. He was keen for me to keep using my leg as much as I could. He wasn’t about to sign me off work, quite the opposite. He wanted me to crack on! He knew how far I had come and wasn’t going to play to my weaknesses. He was giving me no option, a proverbial slap around the face with a wet Kipper, and get back in the water you fanny!

I would be back in the pool on Wednesday 6th February 2019. I had been on an emotional rollercoaster, and I wasn’t enjoying the ride.

Billy’s kind words, along with the trip to the doctor, changed how I would approach the remainder of February. I had beaten the injury demons that were creeping into my head and smashed two back to back swim sessions. I was now focussed on the process again and had a renewed sense of belief.

Over the next four days (6th -10th February) I clocked up 8100m of swimming, swimming every day. At this stage we were adjusting my training on a daily basis, as my injury began to heal. Billy would send me a different swim for each day, and every one of them I would smash. Determined to improve somehow on each session, and see gains, however small they were.img_1856

On Monday 11th I took a well earned rest day, and reflected on my efforts. As I browsed the stats stored in my Garmin Connect account… I was blown away…. My Friday swim (8th February) I smashed my 400m PB with a time of 7.27 my previous time was something like 12.08. The Sunday (10th) swim was truly epic…. A 750m PB @ 16.18 (Was 17.25), A 1k PB @ 22.46 (Was 23.38) and a 1.5k PB @ 35.44 (Was 36.42). On top of that I was now consistently swimming 2k.

 

The positives of injury

Before I write about the last two weeks of February, a moment to reflect…. Yes! It’s a bizzarre title for a paragraph, but the process of recovery allows you take an inward look at your self, and your journey.

When you are training, you are so focussed on the moment, the numbers, the following day, or the goal. It is easy to overlook where you have come from. I had indeed been on an epic journey, and it was time I started patting myself on the back for getting where I was at this point. Yes I was a bit downhearted in the first few days of February. Naively I thought I would just keep progressing. I never for one minute expected I would go backwards. However, I now had the opportunity to turn it all around and make February an exceptionally good month. I needed to think about my journey, and not on my injury. Why did it start. The many, many wins and successes along the way. The weight loss (Ongoing), C25k, making friends through sport, learning to swim, Aquathlon and triathlon medals and cycling Sportives. Etc etc. The biggest, and most notable gain I reflected on was that the journey so far had made me a better person, a positive thinker. A person that had learnt to believe in dreams, and make them happen. Once I had got to this mindset again I could focus on the next session…. and smash it.

February did turn out to be an epic month (As you are about to read).

12-18th February

Billy had tapped into a rich vein of form and clearly knew how to push my buttons. After my rest day on the 11th February 2019, I would accept my next challenge…. Swim 10k in a week!

Each day I would have a different swim set. Each of those swim sets would have their own individual goals and challenges. The problem here, and Billy didn’t know it at the time, was that the weekend was going to be a “Grandparent” weekend and training was going to be difficult to fit in….. On top of that I had Valentines day to consider, leaving just four probable training days. None the less, the challenge had been set, and I was not going to disappoint.

My stats for this week blew me away; –

12/02 = 2.5k in 55.12

13/02 = 2.4k in 55.01

15/02 = 2.6k in 58.20 & 1.6k later in the day in 35.31

18/02 = 2k in 43.04

Total = 11.1k in 4 days.

Hence the title of the previous paragraph… I had indeed found a positive from injury!

The focus wasn’t necessarily to become quicker at this stage, but to be able to swim 2k consistently…. Billy I told you I would smash it…..

Reflection

Reflection is a very important part of progression. As you have read I used this process to help me smash the 10k in “Four” days challenge.

In this epic week, I found myself reflecting on situations that in the past would have been too stressful to even think about.

I remembered the double swim day of 15/02 especially…..

I was quite tired having got into the pool for the 0630 hrs swim, and swimming what was a hard 2.6k. Especially as this swim was based on the guilt of having not trained on Valentines day.

The later, lunch time swim was a real mental battle. I knew I was fatigued and felt I was going to struggle. In reality the biggest struggle was putting my wet swim Jammers back on. Once in the pool I would smash the mile….. Now the moment for reflection…

As I got in the pool I noticed Fenella Langridge doing a swim session. It didn’t seem to phase me as I got in the fast lane and casually got my self ready. I couldn’t have done this a few weeks ago. Wow! Now to swim….

Pretty much every stroke I thought about the day when Fenella had helped me, my bad experiences in the pool and my fears of drowning. However, in this session it drove me forward, the memory no longer created fear, it had become a drive or a force. I was using my weakness as a strength. Something within me that I had beaten or conquered.

Whilst I can’t say I was able to keep up with Fenella, a pro athlete, I was comfortable with being in the same lane as her and all the other fast bods…. A few weeks ago I would have snuck away under the rope into the medium lane.

I now had the confidence to use their strengths to help me. I would draft off of them, watch their technique from under the water, chase them before they turned, and where possible get myself amongst their wake. I was using this session as training for my event….. The big boys and girls were not phasing me. I had come a long way.

Build back to fitness

The following week was supposed to be different. My mind was now in a good place going forward, and I had recent successes on which to build.

However, the grandparent weekend had near broken me again…. more accurately the “Soft Play Area” had broken me. Ironic that a place designed to keep children safe, had quite the opposite effect on me. Fortunately adopting the prone position and plenty of ice, reduced this to a mere scare! However, it highlighted the need to start building strength back into my knee.

We would start the week with a two minute turbo session, no resistance, easy gear. Simply introduce my leg into the range of motion and see how it felt the next day. After this I would be straight in the pool for another 2.5k swim (48.23) The times were tumbling down.

Tri Club

The session of the 22nd February embraced everything I have written about. A truly epic beasting from my STAR coach Katie “Narna” McBain, (Somehow, cruel to be kind) and one which I fully committed. I loved the fact that I could see our journeys evolving, and somehow felt we were feeding off of each others recovery and development. Katie has been injured for some time too. Not once has she expressed a desire to give up. A true beacon of positivity, and one of which I continue to feed off.

The beginning of this session saw me buddy up with Charlie Waters, one of the group “DivStars” I started Tri with. We had been separated in the pool for some months now as he had progressed quicker than me. Tonight we would be pushing each other, and at times I felt I had the edge. Only to be caught up each time I did my oil tanker turns. I was ok with this too, as it just made me push harder in the water. I also knew that in the lakes I would not have a wall to be kicking off from anyway.

I used this session to practice my open water sighting and clocked my coaches huddled together watching me. I was becoming aware of my status and I was loving it.

Everyone had played their part in getting me here. Especially my swim coach Sue Hartwell. Ch. 9 – Widths to lengths (The making of a Triathlete??)

Whilst Charlie and I were being beasted by Katie. I noticed a new guy (Andy) and briefly said hello during a 20 second strict rest interval. He (over the course of a few more rest intervals) was able to explain his journey was following mine, only he was at the beginning of his. He had been reading my blog. I was empowered by the fact my blog was in some way helping someone begin their path into Triathlon. I used this to dig deep and complete the session. Cheers Andy (There will be plenty of time to chat when we are wearing our finishers medals around our necks mate, apologies)

I remembered the intimidating, barmy bonkers place a Tri club session can be for a newbie. Tonight, Charlie and I were adding to that atmosphere, as we raced and out paced each other, with Katie hurling “encouragement” at us. It was time to move on. We were no longer the beginners. We were graduates, Triathletes. Good luck Andy. You will smash it mate.

I finished that Tri Club session in bits. Absolutely spent, exhausted, and I loved it. After I got changed I found myself sitting next to Jacqui Taylor, my lane judge from my Aquathlon. Here I was, a year on from only being able to swim a length, to this. I had indeed come a long way.

More pain… leading to more gain….

In the last week of February my knee injury had taken an odd turn, it was affecting me psychologically in the pool, and my rehab on the turbo had been put on hold because of it. My swim times were still heading in the right direction, but I just felt like I wasn’t able to give it my all, when required. I was five weeks into recovery now and knew this was a different problem. I felt it was in someway associated but hoped it was a quick fix.

I was due follow on treatment from Caroline, my Osteopath, and we set a date. In the meantime I researched the issue and tried to understand what was going on.

It turns out my body had been reacting to my injury by tightening hamstrings and tendons etc. to protect the damaged areas. Caroline would confirm this whilst reminding me of my responsibility to stretch. I knew I should have been stretching out, but clearly I wasn’t stretching them out enough. My IT Band and hamstrings were binding against each other, and as they got tighter and tighter I was loosing the range of motion and unable to cycle or kick.

Fortunately Caroline got in amongst it, as we chatted through the pain of a thorough treatment session. The kind of session where I am left trembling and absorb a whole pack of chocolate brownies without any guilt at all. 2 hours later I would be in the pool for my last STAR Tri club session for February.

Last session of the month.

I would enter the last session of the month quite confident. It was my Tri Club night and I wanted to finish on a high!

I had just come off the back of a pretty underwhelming week of swimming. I had consistently swam 2k or above but felt I had plateau’d a bit and was looking for a break through. It had to be at Tri Club! It was time!

I got in the pool before anyone else and before the life guards had finished putting the ropes out! I wanted to get the warm up done quickly and get on with the drills… I wanted to smash this set. Bizarrely enough I found myself making excuses to my coach about having only just being treated by my Osteopath. Clearly that fell on deaf ears and before I knew it Katie “Narna” was interrupting my warm up and promoting me up a lane. I didn’t resist and quickly completed 6 x 50m. Then without instruction began the drills set. I knew what I was supposed to be doing and wanted to get on with it. I was racing ahead of the others.

Katie had noted my fierce determination, and decided to “buddy” me up with Andrew Mathews (One of the coaches, electing to swim tonight) Andrew is a really nice guy, as are all of the Mathews family. After our brief from Katie… Swim 50, change lead swimmer, and a very quick chat with Andrew…. I was off! Eagerly staying in his wake and drafting off of it. Andrew is a different beast when it comes to training, clearly. He was not holding back, and clearly didn’t want me to catch him…. I got to the wall of the first 25 hoping for a brief catch of breath as we turned. No! Andrew was off and I had to keep in his wake.

We had a strict twenty second recovery… Now I had Katie and Andrew reminding me of the ticking clock. It was my turn to lead, and my turn to try and swim away from Andrew…. My turn to turn without waiting…. my turn to build pace as we both began to tire…. 20 seconds was just about enough time to recover and we were off again… We would do this for 4x 100 at near race pace and we were both loving it. We really were pushing each other, neither of us wanting to falter and get caught….. Awesome!!

As we completed that I got a “Chuck up” from the team captain, Dale Kirk McCarter. (Soon to be a triple Ironman) he had taken some time out of his busy training schedule to see how Team STAR was doing. “You look good mate, effortless and smooth” The truth was…. Under the water I was blowing out of my arse. I’ll take that accolade though. Cheers Dale.

After a brief scan of the next part of the set, and a quick look at Andrew,  we were off! No time to chat. This was serious.

We now had a 4 x 75 at the same pace but a reduced rest interval of 15 seconds. We were tearing up the lane as we both refused to slow down and be caught. Andrew got caught in some lane traffic and I seized my moment. A quick “Crocodile” look above the water line and boom! I dug in and got alongside him, only to pull back in behind as the lane got a bit congested… Next time mate.

we completed this in no time and quickly got about a 4×50. Increasing the pace and reducing the rest. We were clearly now both slightly above race pace, as we refused to be caught, changing roles each 50. I was overtaking others in the lane, with a quick “Crocodile” and go…. straight down the centre of the lane squezing between two athletes…. refusing to slow down. (Sorry guys we were on a mission).

We were now at or above the pace of the lane next to us. The lane supposed to be faster than us! We really pushed each other that night and I can’t wait to do it again Andrew! Great shout Katie xx

An easy warm down/cool down with ten minutes to spare…. Thats how to smash a session and how to finish a month!! Thanks for the comments  Ina (Another STAR coach, who also has a video from when I just started with STAR)

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The praise I got poolside, and after was overwhelming. I cannot thank the coaches enough. In particular Katie “Narna McBain and Sue Hartwell for their endless praise and positivity. We will smash this!!

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Cheers Billy Harriss, TriForce

Thank you for reading the latest chapter in my blog.

Please take the time to read the previous chapters in my journey. Chapters 1-17 have been a lot of fun to write, and I welcome your comments and opinions.

Hardships often prepare ordinary people for an extraordinary destiny. – C.S. Lewis

For the next chapter in my blog I will describe my training through March and the build up to my triathlon training camp in April. “Mallorca 2019”

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Previous chapters in my Journey “Fatman – Ironman”

Ch. 14 – The gym, with a purpose

Ch. 15 – Shaping my 2019 training and race season off the back of a “Santa Swim

Ch. 16 – Training, and the build to Tri Camp. Mallorca 2019 – January

Ch. 18 – Training, and the build to Tri Camp. Mallorca 2019 – March

For the eighteenth chapter in my blog “Fatman to Ironman” I will start with a quote….

“Believe you can and you’re halfway there.” Theodore Roosevelt

I truly believe in this kind of mantra. However, strap your selves in! March was a real roller coaster of a ride. One I was determined not to get off of!

I certainly wasn’t where I had planned to be, as we started the last 6 weeks of training before my training camp. Nonetheless I was excited and determined to knuckle down and be as best prepared as possible. Having said that, I could never of dreamed I would be doing so well in the swim. That indeed was a bonus. I never thought I would ever say “The Swim is my strength”

The first weekend in March

The first weekend in March went pretty much as planned. My focus was to remind myself what I had achieved in the first 100 days of my journey. I was buzzing about what I could achieve in the (Now less than) 100 days before I would be on the start line in Staffordshire.

There had been times in Ch. 17 where I thought of deferring my race to later in the year. It meant a Sea Swim….. Weymouth! The sea never bothered me, I could swim now, besides, the salt makes you more buoyant! However, Billy reminded me of what we had achieved in those early days together…. I was so much further forward. 100 days would be plenty! I reminded myself of my own quote.

“The body achieves what the mind believes

I didn’t need to defer, I can do this!

Billy had asked I start moving about on my feet some more, and I had agreed to start taking my dog Otis out for some longer walks. Otis had been Suffering with me. It was about time I made it up to him. I was continuing to smash the swim sets and starting to increase the time spent on the Turbo. The first Saturday in March would see me peaking at an impressive 12 minutes…. Boom!

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Week 1

Things seemed to be a bit chaotic with life outside of training, but I felt I had a grip on things. The reality was, I had become used to the easier training schedule, whilst I recovered from injury. The recovery was now coming to an end, and training was slowly increasing. I had been banging out some quality swims, whilst not having to worry about the other disciplines of triathlon, my garden, or the race calendar, all were growing around me.

I seemed to be struggling to balance life with it and needed to take a break, before I fully transitioned from injury.

Sue and I took a well earned social  break away from our life, and caught up with our good friend Lucinda Colucci. A tonic, the world having tasted would be a better place. Sue and I both needed this distraction. On return, the mind would reset.

Starting the week

I chose to swap Monday’s rest day with Tuesday to make things work. My swim for Monday ended up as 1725m in 35 minutes, I was content with my planning and my effort. Albeit I was supposed to swim a 2k set! My watch hit the lane ropes a few times towards the end, as I tired and my swim became ragged. This pressed the lap button and left me confused. I don’t know how this happened, especially as the lap button is at the bottom of the watch. However, having noted I was fading I decided to call it a day, knowing I had swam more than a mile.

Perhaps my mind had not fully reset?

Tuesday was not so good.

I was down to increase my Turbo session through the week, and prepare for a possible outside ride at the weekend. I was eager to get my cycling gear back on and do some meaningful work on the bike. I had promised myself, and Billy, that come rain or shine I would be out there. The recent Turbo sessions were so short I didn’t bother changing, and I longed for something more. My patience was wearing thin.

Despite being very positive about the potential ride, I was unable to complete Tuesdays 15 minute Turbo session, and bailed after 5 minutes. I was getting some mild knee pain and through paranoia, I stopped at the earliest signs.

It was the right thing to do! The following day I was limping and struggling to fully straighten my leg when walking. Fortunately the mild pain would subside by lunchtime and just leave tightness. However, in the meantime I had succumbed to mental weakness and sent Billy a negative message, and booked an appointment with my Osteopath. img_1916

Whilst I had been on my feet a lot at work on the Tuesday, in reality the problem was completely down to me. It took this message, a creatively worded response and subsequent “chat” from Billy. One that was later confirmed with a slap round the face with a wet Kipper from my Osteopath.

I had been over-stretching, stretching badly and weak minded.

In order to increase volume on the bike I had been told stretching was going to be vital. It turns out that a stretch whilst standing having a chat, or leaning over a bench is not the best approach. I should have been focussing on what I was stretching and, in particular, not stopping when it felt too tough.

Whilst I sub-consciously knew this, the conscious state was using the excuse of the mild pain from the turbo. For that matter any other excuse I could find. How did this happen?

The problem was me! Billy and Caroline would have no problem in telling me! I had essentially set myself back a week by being casual about my stretching. “A schoolboy error” and one on which I do not intend to repeat. I was also allowing mild pain signals to control my decision making. Paranoia?

The limping wasn’t down to pain. Although it was there. I was limping because my Hamstrings had been allowed to tighten to the point I had lost the full range of movement.

Because of this Caroline has now paid off more of her holiday, and I now have to work off the last two sessions on the chocolate brownies.

Billy “Anything is possible” Harris was straight on it and adjusted my plan. Through this, we had released the question….

Should I start running?

Up until I got this “wake up” I wasn’t even contemplating running. Through guilt, I found myself searching for a positive, and in doing so I decided it was time to ease myself back into the run.

Billy agreed, without hesitation, but insisted I was very self controlled. There would be no “Sexy” run sessions for a while.

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My Running Club (Shrewton) as if through fate, were starting their C25k course the following Tuesday, and as Secretary and one of the Run Leaders, I felt duty bound to attend. Despite helping with the planning of this with the committee, I was dreading turning up and being “Plain clothed”. I have done this far too many times in the past. It’s great to catch up and be social, but watching your running buddies go off into the distance as you walk home is no fun at all.

Billy and I agreed that I should get my kit on for the C25k, and run with the newbies. I would fulfil my duties as run leader and at the same time have a safe, steady return to running. Assuming my kit still fitted?

The focus for the remainder of the week would be to swim the Tri Club session and follow this up with (Tuesdays) failed 15 minute Turbo. Hopefully I could still hit the targets for the week?

Tri Club

For some weeks now I had been unable to use my leg (Kick) in the swim and had been

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focussing on upper body. The Pull Bouy, a simple device, had to this point saved my sanity, fitness and interest. Without this many sessions would have led to failure.

My swim was now my strength and I was beginning to show confidence. The previous two weeks I was first in the pool. I did not want to hang around chatting poolside, I wanted to, and needed to train.

For the Tri Club this session was important, one of the coaches was being assessed for his level 2 qualification. (Top work Tom.) Especially as your prepared set was quickly adapted to allow for me. I had a cracking swim under Toms coaching and learnt some tips on which to improve. I swam the whole session with a Pull Bouy and now wonder what I could have achieved without it. Having said that, this was still only two days after a scare and I’d like to think I made the right choice.

I did finish off the week as planned. My endurance 2.5k Swim was nailed on the Saturday just on the hour mark. And later followed up by the bike. Although I opted to do the bike indoors on the Turbo, this time due to the weather.

I had somehow managed to juggle my training, with work and life. Deal with a negative mindset, and finance other people’s holidays. All this in just week 1. However, I had earnt my rest day on the Sunday and promptly sent Billy a more positive message. I eagerly awaited the adjustments to my plan for the following week, and was excited, yet nervy about running.

Sunday was a rest day/or walk

My brother Andre, and sister in law Gaby we’re running the Surrey half marathon. Sue and I set off early to find a key point in the event to support them. I wasn’t able to run, but my brother Andre (Who started this thing) was. We were not going to miss the opportunity to encourage their efforts. It was an epically windy day. The kind of day when supporters have to have a deep rooted reason for being there.

I loved it. The atmosphere of the crowd, the enthusiasm of the marshals. So many different levels of ability, everyone enjoying their achievements.

We were at the 8/9 mile point and the runners were encouraged to dig deep as we cheered them on.

I fed off of this and realised I couldn’t wait to have the feeling myself, I remembered it from the events I had entered in the past. Just when you feel like you can’t do it, you hear a cheer, or see a face…. Something gives you that lift. Before you know it you are back in the zone and striding towards that medal. I missed this, I was ready to get back to training again. Injury rehab was over! It had been 8 weeks.

Week 2

Monday after work I raced upstairs and dusted down my cycling shorts. They felt a bit snug, but they were on. I checked for spiders in my cycling shoes and hopped down to my “Man cave”. It had been some time since it had been my “Pain cave”. I didn’t worry that it was cold, as I clipped into the cleats. I had wanted this for so long!

For the next 20 minutes I built into my ride. The resistance was now back on, on the Turbo. I gently added more resistance as I climbed up through the gears. My first non-rehab session! I eased off after 18 minutes for a cool down and noticed the first bead of sweat on my forehead for 8 weeks….. Small gains?

It might only be 20 minutes, but to me it was huge. I then set off for the pool…. Buzzing.

What a day indeed!

Tuesday/C25k day

As you have read I was keen to get out of my “plain clothes” and back into Lycra. It was finally time to run! As feared, the Lycra had become snug, as the Chocolate brownies made their appearance! My running tops certainly needed a bit of pre stretching, and whilst my shorts fitted, they required selection before I was happy to leave the front door. Fortunately we were two weeks shy of the clock change, and any wardrobe failures could be hidden by the cover of darkness. In reality I didn’t care! I would be running again.

Week 1 of Shrewton Running Clubs C25k went really well. A well organised event created a great atmosphere for the newbies, and an ideal platform for me to make my surprise return. I had not informed the club of my intentions. I guess I still feared I couldn’t do it. However, on the night I would surpass even my own best expectations….

I would run/walk the entire session as planned. I even had to stop my self running between the recovery intervals. I wasn’t out of breath and I wasn’t sweating. My Heart rate was fine. I even took responsibility of running the second half of the session, as Karen’s (C25k Co-ordinator) stopwatch was creating….. Boom! The swimming had paid off!

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C25k week 1 – A lot of fearful, determined newbies huddling together – I remember that fear

I resisted the offer of going for a run with club members after. I felt I could do it, but I had already ran for longer than planned. I had started the day thinking 2 x 30 seconds pain free would be great. I had completed a twenty minute session without breaking a sweat.

Wednesday

Wednesday I was down for a “Hard swim”! Having recently told Billy that the swim had become easy, I was apprehensive. I had indeed come to the end of my injury rehab.

I approached the swim with a positive mindset, despite suffering from mild D.O.M.S (Delayed Onset Muscle Soreness) from the C25k run. I had stretched well, but clearly after 8 weeks my quads had been given a shock.

The swim went well as I built into the “Hard” and “Max” elements. I was creating a hell of a bow wave as I dragged the Chocolate brownies through the water at a 1.56 per 100 m pace. I would hover at this pace for 10 x 25 followed by 3 x 50 marginally quicker…. I was blowing out of my arse. The intervals had a max 20s rest.

Somehow I had forgotten to swim 3 x 200 easy between these sets. I was now spent and had a fair way to go. I felt the heat of the blood rushing around my body as I near overheated poolside, my face felt violet and I was dizzy. A phenomenon I had read about when wearing a wetsuit in water too warm…. Hence some events at the last minute are Non-wetsuit.

I took a minute or two poolside, confused! I considered bailing out, but opted to swim on. Ironman would be unforgiving so why not use this experience. The remainder of my set was a battle of the mind over the body.

I would go on to complete a mile in 33.01 despite the fact I was down for a 2.1k Swim I was content.

Thursday

Prior to my injury Tri Club night was often a stand-alone session. Tonight was different. We now had limited time available in the build to Mallorca. We needed to be creative. I would get on the bike prior to the swim and smash out a 20 min spin. It was indoors as light was fading, I built the cadence into a constant 85 rpm. Lifting the resistance as I climbed through the gears. No pain, and a bead of sweat as I entered my cool down.

A simple session to most people, and if I’m honest I could of stayed in the saddle for longer. I didn’t care, I had become consistent and I knew this was key in going forward. I also knew Billy would be increasing the bike volume next week and being a “hero” was not in the plan. I could wait.

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Tri Club was awesome. The bike had no impact on my swim. In fact the confidence I got off of it helped me in my swim. I was going to nail this session. I was first in and eagerly awaited instruction to enter the 6 x 50 warm up! I was conscious I was swimming too fast and thought of slowing down. I wanted to be able to finish this session too. However, I quickly settled into a rhythm and was relaxed with my breathing, even at this pace. Perhaps I had indeed progressed. I maintained the pace and before I knew it the warm up was done. I later learned that my warm up pace was now sub 2:00 min/100. Perhaps a little quick, however, the splits late in the main set blew me away.

I had recently been promoted up a lane and knew it wasn’t going to be long before that happened again. I was slightly anxious about this but in order to progress I have to step into the unknown once in a while.

I was buddied up with Charlie Waters (DivStars) and we spent the night pushing each other beyond our comfort zones, despite being a friend, we had little time to chat. This was serious training. Top work Charlie, cheers mate!

I had become comfortable with swimming in the RPE (Rate of Perceived Exertion) and used the easy intervals as recovery. I was happy with the swim “on feel” approach. My watch was simply recording the session for Billy. This skill is doubtless going to be priceless as I get carried away at the beginning of the Ironman “Washing machine”

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As I plodded through the easy intervals I would chuck in the odd zipper drill or shoulder tap to train, and maintain, my high elbow recovery. In the hard intervals I would push right through the swim stroke, trying my hardest to maintain form. In the past the rest intervals were never enough (before I became relaxed with my breathing) Tonight the rest intervals (15/20 sec) were plenty.

The session was adjusted as we neared the end of our set with 15 minutes to spare, piggy backing off the elite lanes set to fill the time. Boom! Charlie and I had come a long way. Later my Garmin would show some epic improvements and the odd 1:30 min/100. Clearly not a race pace time, but nonetheless on short intervals I knew I could do it.

I was buzzing as I staggered towards where I thought my car was, knowing I had left everything in the pool. I was so focussed on the session that I had forgotten where I had parked my car. Bizarre, given there was probably only twenty cars in the car park. Eventually finding it, and hoping this sort of thing happens to everyone, I got in and gave out a uncontrolled sigh. “I WAS READY”, at least as far as the swim was concerned.

The drive home was hindered by my windscreen misting up, as the heat of my exertion filled the cold air inside my car. The journey home was a blur, as I dreamed of a successful swim around Chasewater Reservoir On June 9th. I now needed to change my focus. I would keep up the swim, but the bike and run needed to take priority.

I don’t know that there is one single factor that has allowed me to improve in the swim

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“Just keep swimming”

so much, but I do believe consistency is key. Due to injury I found myself consistently in the pool, to the point I felt like Dory, from “Finding Nemo” I also know that my wife Sue had a huge part to play.

Sue has suffered more than any in my transition. Through thick and thin she has found a way to come through and believe in me. As I describe a successful return to training, it would be a cardinal sin not to mention those who suffer in the background. However, in order to “suffer” properly I had asked sue to come along. It had been some time since she saw me swim.

Sue was blown away at the difference winter training had made. Somehow a boring hour as a poolside spectator went really quick for her, as she saw me glide through a tough session. Again, I was blowing out of my arse but on the surface it all looked good, apparently?

Friday

A well earned rest day, something usually not blog worthy, but today, was important. Important because I would be home early from work and sort out the oven. It had recently stopped working. However, in my very recent return to “proper” training I had failed in my husband duties for a couple of days. The oven would take priority today. How is it that I have changed that much that I now used a situation like this to perform stretch routines.

The oven is currently the injured member of the family as my repairs were only able to stretch to one of the ovens and the grill. The main oven would have to wait…. in the meantime the heat was now fully on as the rehab book closed once more.

The remainder of Friday would see me organise Bike Hire for Mallorca.

The weekend

In terms of training, the Saturday was going to be straight forward. I had to complete a 30-35 min Turbo session. I had the option of running it as I felt fit. The problem being that it was now early spring and the garden had indeed sprung.

I smashed Saturdays ride and found the 30 min mark with not only a bead on my forehead but a puddle at my feet. I would cool down with the first lawn mowing of the season.

I would also have a great swim on the Sunday, despite feeling some mild knee pain early on.

I was hitting an endurance pyramid a tad hard, the first 100 & 200 @ 2.00 min pace, too quick! I felt a slight twinge as I began the 400m. Slowing down to see how it felt, it seemed to go away as quick as it came on. I continued the remainder of the pyramid (600/800) at a much slower pace of 2.20 min per 100. I’m not sure I could of maintained the original pace anyway. The cool Down was something of a plod.

It had been a great weekend, finishing what I considered my first non rehab training block, I was ready to up my game. I hoped to now see some early success in the run.

I wasn’t worried about the bike, I knew I had lost a bit of bike fitness, but the run had ground to a halt a long time ago.

Week 3

Monday went past as an uneventful rest day although I did notice I was quite fatigued and glad of a day to recover….. Tuesday I would be back with the Running newbies for C25k wk2.

Tuesday C25k wk2

I had spent my lunch hour at work adjusting my “Ironman Athlete Profile” On The Ironman website. I had been asked to do this as I paid my entry fee way back in September 2018. Since then I had many other things to focus on. Until now the start line was my goal. Today I was focusing on crossing the finish line!

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I was going to do this!!

I didn’t get home until 1800 hrs. The clubs C25k session was due to start at 1830 hrs. I quickly hydrated and got into my running gear. No time to be faffing selecting the right outfit. I was out of the door and walking up the lane to the recreation ground. Proud to be calling myself a runner again. Proud the be training for a multi sport, and above all, positive I would be successful.

The newbies were also very confident with a noticeable increase in pace. I wasn’t going to get carried away with myself, and held my run leaders position mid pack. Occasionally I would drop back and check on the tail runners, feeding off of their enthusiasm as we all got through the session. This time I was sweating as we finished the final interval of run/walk.

The chatter of a bunch of people experiencing something they never thought they were capable of is spell binding.

The newbies congratulated each other on their success, and I quietly patted my self on the back for overcoming the negativity of the last couple of weeks, by conquering those thoughts, and smashing out two half hour run sessions.

As I entered our cool down I knew I had been away from running for a long time. I felt amazing having completed two running sessions without any niggles. This time the stretching would be serious.

I awoke the next morning to a very positive message from Billy, excited about the remaining four weeks leading to Tri Camp. Whilst I had lost my way…. Billy never lost belief in me. I would now get my head down and smash the remainder of my training.

Wednesday Turbo

After a particularly stressful day at work, a session was just what I needed. Not the kind of session the old me might of had, the kind of session where you feel “alive” as the endorphins take you on a ride away from life. A post exercise “Rush”. My job is usually very rewarding but today, Job satisfaction was going to come from a different type of work….. It’s Turbo time again!!

I love a Turbo, as you have read, but recent sessions were for rehab and not training. Today’s session would change that.

Ok it was only 30 mins. But as I prepared my towel and clipped in, I was instantly in the zone. The outside world could have been a different continent. I was completely detached from life, as I focussed on the set.

I was building through the warm up, listening to a random playlist, and holding my heart rate in an Aerobic state. Then as if a lightning bolt from the Tri Gods, Metallica’s “Enter Sandman” instantly spiked a hard effort, right on cue with the programme. The session was going to be awesome. (Despite not being a massive fan of Metallica, I can say this tune was bang on)

I then watched my heart rate glide back down into an Aerobic state for the next interval. There could have been twenty people in my “Pain cave”! I wouldn’t have noticed one. It was me versus the numbers. The desire to hit the target was back. The desire to be disciplined was back…. I was back.

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The sound of unclipping my cleats was the most amazing sound I have heard for a long time. My senses were heightened through exercise, as every beat of my heart pounded joy from ear to ear. I WILL do this!

Thursday

A short run as a build back into training….

I awoke to the early chirps from the birds as they began their dawn chorus. I wasn’t hanging around, as I got myself up and into my gear. I remembered what it was like to exercise before most people were awake. Just you, and the birds. The air was crisp, as I walked a fast pace warm up. The light a deep blue! The earliest of the sun broke the darkness. I reached my start point and got into a steady Aerobic pace. I was retracing one of my favourite routes. One of which I hadn’t run since before Christmas. The Blackbirds song, fought by the chirp of a Robin, as I attempted my first flight of steps…. I can do this….. It turns out that….. No I couldn’t. I had indeed lost “A step” and any attempt to run would have left me exhausted once at the top…… I would walk these steps, and begin running once at the top.

A quick pause at the top, and a right turn towards a country track. I nearly overran the interval as I was so “In the zone”, the vibration and beep of my watch bringing me back in touch with my heartbeat. A short walk to allow myself back into the Aerobic zone.

By the end of the third repetition I was quite sweaty. Clearly burning off the chocolate brownies. I was content with my effort as the clock ticked past 0600 hrs.

There really is no better time to train!

I challenge you to at least……. Go for a walk as the birds awake, and as the sun rises. Go on get out there!

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Early that morning (at work) I would “tweak” my knee whilst instructing students on “best practice” when applying torque to screw threads. It was a reasonably high torque of 163Nm. I didn’t want them to injure themselves. In demonstrating “best practice” my weak knee buckled slightly, resulting in my fist clouting my ear, as my grip left the torque wrench. I also suffered grazing and cuts to the left hand as I slipped across the screw threads. As with any true professional… I carried on as if nothing had happened. Teeth gritted and fingers bleeding. Also true to form was the compassion from my colleagues and students alike as they giggled at my expense. Such is the standard operating procedure within military establishments.

I would choose not to attend Tri Club that night.

The pain at 1030 in the morning was noticeable, and by lunchtime it had gotten worse! My injury had been aggravated and I was being reminded by my body not to try and be a hero! By the evening the pain had resided, nonetheless I pulled out of training for the night.

Besides, my swim was not in question. I could afford to miss a session. I hoped the following day to be rid of the pain and be able to get on the bike.

Friday

I awoke early, excited by the possibility of an early morning Turbo. Sadly the walk down stairs reminded me I was not “Out of the woods” and opted to have a chill out prior to leaving for work.

Military minds do not forget, as the sarcastic “welcome back” greeted me through the door. I had been off a fair bit recently through injury. The lads were surprised to see me.

As the morning developed I knew the Turbo session was going to have to be binned. The pain was only occurring when load bearing on the knee… Climbing steps etc. When standing or walking it was fine.

Given my recent positive mindset, I knew I could fall back on the swim. I sent Billy a message explaining where I was at, and asking for a swim option.

Boom! I was indeed back!

As soon as I got home I adjusted the workout on my watch to allow for the swim session. Billy, clearly having a full understanding of how to push my buttons, had set me a strength swim. The kind of set where rest intervals reduce and intensity rises. This time I made full use of the easy intervals.

I would go on to smash the set!

The weekend was going to be pivotal. I had researched the amount of energy supplements I would need for my training camp. I had made the purchase, allowing for some full on 100k rides, some serious swim beastings and some running. Now I needed to be training again. This work related thing needed to be gone come the morning.

The “Pivotal” weekend. (23/24th)

T-4 weeks to Mallorca! There wasn’t anytime left to fanny about! I had to start testing my injury. Somehow I needed to start building strength into the bike and the run. It had to start…. Now! Ironman 70.3 is not an afternoon family bike ride, and the run is no “walk in the park”! You are plucked out of the event if you fail to reach transition within a certain time. No refund! Before all of this you have canoes and paddle boards waiting to pounce on your weakness.

Saturday started with a proper “Full English”. Sue was unwell, and I was let loose in the kitchen… We were well fed, for sure. Fortunately I had a potential Brick session ahead. If I felt good getting out of the pool I could transition straight into the run, treadmill or outside.

I wasn’t able to get to the pool until 1500 hrs. I arranged all my kit for the session and tended to the lawn.

The swim went exceptionally well. Another endurance pyramid. Using the lane congestion as my recovery, I finished a 2.1k Swim with plenty left in the tank.

After a quick towelling down I put my running top and shoes on. Within no time at all I was into a rhythm. The treadmill pacing me, through the run, and my music denying any negativity through the recovery. This was an awesome start to the remainder of my training. I might have looked like I had just got out of a lake, despite previously towelling down, but I didn’t care! I had completed my first Brick session of at least eight weeks. It felt like proper training, and it was pain free!

I did get a “reminder” as I straddled past the shower door. A sudden pain from behind the kneecap. It was a reminder that I wasn’t yet clear of the woods. I guess my ligaments are still weak, and any odd movement allows my knee to buckle and stresses the tendon? I was walking a tightrope.

Fortunately an hour later I was pain free except when ascending or descending steps. The plan for Sunday was an outside ride…… I live in a valley!

I would sleep and assess things as I came down the stairs. My kit would be ready to go regardless.

I would finish the “pivotal” weekend with a simple ride, an unremarkable 12k tester. I had chosen to stay within the boundaries of our village. Testing the odd short hill here and there. One thing is for sure, I have plenty of work to do.

I chose to finish this chapter on the anniversary of my first ever multi sport event – The “Avon Aquathlon”  (25th March) It has been a year since I was barely able to swim a length. A year since I completed an event I genuinely though I was going to drown in.

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You can’t put a limit on anything. The more you dream, the farther you get.”– Michael Phelps

Thank you for reading the latest chapter in my blog.

Please take the time to read the previous chapters in my journey. Chapters 1-18 have been a lot of fun to write, and I welcome your comments and opinions.

For the next chapter in my blog I will describe my training through April and my experiences in “Mallorca 2019”

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Previous chapters in my Journey “Fatman – Ironman”

Ch. 19 – April, and the build to Tri-Force Training Camp 2019

Chapter nineteen in my blog “Fatman to Ironman” is going to be awesome…. It has to be. There is no time for anything else!…..

April started with a rest day, the sun was shining and everything was good in my world. I had started running again, gradually building the distance. I had also been on two “Out, out” bike rides as March came to a close.

I was officially out of injury rehab, and was back to multi sport discipline. I was in a good place mentally, visualising crossing the finish line in June and the medal being around my neck.

First of all I had to get ready for Tri Camp.

Billy contacted me at the end of March to check everything was ok? I had gone a bit quiet and he was concerned I might of had a set back.

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Everything was fine! I had simply got my head down, and focussed on completing the remainder of training.

 

T-3 training weeks until Mallorca – Let’s do this.

Week 1

April’s training would start with a run on the Tuesday. I would rejoin my running club, and carry out my duties as a “Run leader” helping the C25k newbies progress from intervals of four minutes to the weeks session of 4 x 6 minutes. I would need to add some volume to my effort by running prior to, and after the event. I was going to need to manage my time and link the sessions tightly to stay warm. Paranoid about injury, the build to this was worrying. It reminded me of the pre race nerves, the butterflies in the belly. I needed to use those nerves in every session now.

Nerves are a good thing. They remind you of the effort you have put to getting yourself where you are, how much is at stake. How “Failure is only for those who give up!” I was not going to give up. I will finish this journey, and I will smash April!

“What makes something special is not just what you have to gain, but what you feel there is to lose.” – Andre Agassi

Shrewton Running Club C25k wk4

As a club we had to send notification of a change of venue. Our usual meet point was being used by the football club/fair. We agreed to meet at the next Village Hall, in Orcheston.

As it turns out this was ideal for me. I could now use this journey as my warm up and pre run. Things were starting to fall into place for me, finally.

The club were a bit twitchy on the night, hoping all the newbies had received the message. I was also a bit twitchy, had I planned my pre run correctly?

20 Newbie runners would make it, and I was given the task last minute, of running the session. I jumped at the opportunity, my job involves me being in front of an audience, helping people learn a new skill, achieve things they never thought possible. Tonight I could use those skills, along with my “Fatman to Ironman” experiences to help people embark on a journey of their own. How awesome is that?

Wednesday I was down for a swim/bike Brick session. I was nervous through the morning leading up to this session as it would be the first time since my knee injury that I would be straight out of the pool, and onto the Wattbike.

A bizarre turn of events led to me missing this. I had been suffering from a shortage of breath, a tight chest, which had been making me increasingly tired. I would go home after work and fall asleep on the sofa and miss the afternoon swim session.

Ok! Clearly I was more tired than I thought. My mindset was… Ok, I can skip the bike until the weekend and get the late swim session in still. Perhaps I will just have a nap, so I am ready.

I would then sleep from 1700 hrs, till 0430 hrs non stop. I didn’t make the swim!

Thursday makes the week even more bizarre! So I am now up before the Sparrow farts (0430 hrs) I might as well go for my lunchtime run now?

Yep, at 0500 hrs, -1 degrees and a developing storm, I found myself leaving the comforts of home to plod the dark pavements of “Midsummer Shrewton”. The week previous I had enjoyed the lighter mornings, as we exited from winter and into spring. Some Numpty decided that “Daylight Saving” would once again screw me around, as it does twice a year.

My “favourite” route was now not so much fun, the plod through the dark graveyard was accelerated, only to be slowed by the climb of a flight of stairs, the “shadowy” country lanes, eerily silent as the birds clearly thought “Bugger this” and remained in bed.

However, before I knew it I had ran my first fifteen minutes (non stop) in probably 3 months. I would finish the run at 30 minutes having had a brief walk interval. Not quite to plan but content nonetheless.

Wednesday had been a write-off but Thursday could be something special?

⭐️ Tri Club

Despite getting my run in very early on in the day, I didn’t approach the swim session with the same confidence. Whilst I was eager for the session to start. I was hunting for an easy option. The last thing I wanted was a set back in the swim. I was still exceptionally tired, despite all the sleep I had had. I advised my coach Katie “Narna” McBain that I was a bit “Out of sorts” and would see how it went.

I wasn’t quite first in this time. Lane 1, the elite bods, beat me down the ladder. Clearly the start of the race season is imminent. However, I was first to kick off the wall, as I entered the warm up. Only to be stopped midway through my first 50m.

Lane 3 and 4 were busy tonight, my coach, Katie wasted no time in seizing an opportunity. I was plucked from the comfort zone of lane 3 and plonked into the unknown world of lane 2, one lane away from the elite bods. Eek…. This was not what I had planned when asking my coach for an “easy” option. Katie, clearly knowing how to push my buttons and seeing right through all the flannel, told me I was more than capable and to “crack on”! If I was finding it too tough we could change things then. I had only recently been promoted, I was being promoted again. Twice in 4 weeks!!.

Right! Let’s do this!!

Never one to shake off a challenge, I set about completing my 6 x 50 warm up. I was pleased to be keeping pace, but mindful that this was only the warm up. I became confused, as I stopped on each 50, the others were plodding on? A quick check of the session card…. I was now supposed to be doing 100s as a warm up. This was indeed a step up! “Ok! I best chuck a few more in” as I now needed to catch the others in the lane before they moved into the drills.

Whilst I kept pace in the warm up, the drills were different. These guys had honed their skills, I was still developing mine. I did manage to stay sort of near them, but my effort was clearly going to need some work.

We entered the main set in no time at all. I was surprised at how fresh I felt. The tiredness had gone, washed away by the excitement of my promotion. Fuelled by endorphins, I powered into the pace build intervals. The intervals were longer distances than previous Tri Club Sessions, the recovery shorter. Not only was I keeping pace with these guys, I was confident I could go harder. However, being only halfway through an hour session, I chose to hold back and see how I felt at the end.

As we paced, and outpaced each other through the repetition builds of 100m, 75m and 50m, I caught glimpses of the elite bods doing the same session. Their effortless glide, and full length of pull was awesome, as my mouth filled with their passing wake. Those guys are quick! In the past this experience would have led to me climbing back under the rope into the next lane. Not tonight! This is training. No one will care in the “Washing machine” start of my Half Ironman Swim. I will need to use every experience. Good and bad.

The best compliment of the night came from Lee Salter. Standing at the end of the lane in a rest interval. He said “You will be in this lane before you know it” Boom! That was awesome, and for at least a few minutes my pace increased, as I tried to keep pace with his lane. Perhaps not yet Lee! But maybe you are right…. Soon.

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Tri-Club – Best swim ever

I had the best Tri Club Swim ever, and this despite not being “Up for it”. I also had to “transition” and change my goggles as the strap got broken halfway through.

An inspired decision from Coach Katie “Narna” McBain and one that will help me immeasurably going forward.

On Friday my management at work had become concerned for my welfare, and asked me to get checked out by the doctor. I was also concerned. My breathing was slightly laboured, but my tiredness was not normal. They wanted to be sure, and so did I.

This was not good news from a training perspective. There was a high probability that the doctor would advise “Rest” and work would expect same. Not good at all… I was due to be on the bike after work, a key session prior to the weekend long ride. I had not been on a long “Out” bike ride since October! I did not want any bad news from the doctor.

The biggest inconvenience was that a late visit to the doctor meant limited daylight for the ride….. Another Turbo?

Fortunately the weather in the UK was not as it would be in Mallorca, and the Turbo was actually the better option.

My doctor has an exceptional talent of making me feel at ease, extracting the facts. He got the whole story, including my desire to train. In any case we were now on first name terms, I even had a reserved slot in the Surgery car park. I had been there so much recently. (TIC)

After a fairly brief examination, the all clear was given, I was fitter than I had been for twenty years. The Doc advised that my body was likely in the process of fighting a virus. Any increase in symptoms, chest related, I was to see him again, immediately. Confused, I quizzed him further. In short, the “Fatman” got sick a lot quicker, and easier. The “Ironman” was fighting it off.

I could train💪, and in doing so, I looked like I had gotten out of a lake. The Turbo is unforgiving.

The Tri Gods are beginning to lose the battle.

I entered the weekend with a heightened sense of belief and confidence. I decided to catch up on the missed swim from Wednesday, and do it as a “brick” session with the run planned for Saturday.

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Salisbury/River Avon

Spoilt for choice with pools with good running routes I elected to swim in Salisbury, and run along the river Avon.

The swim was a straight forward 2x 700m with a warm up and cool down either side. It was meant to be a hard effort for the 700s, so I was unsure how much would be left in the tank for the run.

The swim was completed on the 40 minute mark. I now wanted to apply the 3 minute rule, and be out on my feet quickly. No time to shower, just chuck on a running top, hop into my shoes and get cracking.

As ever, I set off too quickly, fortunately I now had my Garmin to wind me back in. I settled for a steady 7 min km pace, as I worked through a run walk pyramid. Sweating wildly.

There must be something that happens to me post swim. I always sweat afterwards, a lot. Only now I was running straight after, receiving some very odd, and concerned looks from people trying to enjoy an afternoon stroll. With this sweaty mess panting past them.

I got to the last interval of the pyramid and was spent. Completely empty. I walked my way back to the car. Under no doubts that I had been working out for over an hour.

I had just ran my first 5k for some time. Not a staggeringly fast time, but considering it was a brick run after a 2k Swim, and only 3 weeks out of injury, I gave myself a pat on the back.

I would be back as soon as I could, to do the session again.

Week 1 closed with my first “Long” ride of the year. I needed to be out for 1:45:00hr if I could manage it. A step up from the last two out and back rides, this would be a loop. I contemplated a couple of routes. As you have read, I live in a valley, so whichever way I chose to go I would be climbing. I was buzzing off the success of Saturday’s Brick session, and decided to take a hillier option.

The weather was ideal, probably 12/13 degrees, Sunny, with a breeze. I knew I was going to need this breeze to help regulate my body temperature. The first hill took me out of the village, a long steady climb followed by some “free speed” as you descend the other side. I used all of my gears and all of my will power. But I did it.

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Looking back down the hill

The next hill was not so kind. Last year I was climbing it no trouble at all. Today, I would be reminded that I had been injured for eight weeks, and that there was work to be done. I had to stop! As I did my chin became a stream of sweat as my helmet released all over my face, the salt burning my eyes.

After a few minutes I set off again, in the lowest of gears and barely moving. Eventually I would reach the top and be thankful of the returning breeze. I will go back and smash that hill.

The worse was yet to come. A series of hills all linked together, would come straight after having to stop at a blind junction. Starting a hill climb from a stand still. Fortunately, these hills come after quite a long, rapid decent. I would be cooled by the passing breeze, and fresh from the “free speed”

I have never completed this hill series without having to stop. Today was no different. This time, wise to the helmet sweat release thing.

I stood for a few moments taking in the delights of the countryside. Enjoying where I was in life. It was early spring and the lambs were out. I took a few photographs with my phone and allowed my heart to relax.

The determination came back as I re-mounted my bike, I dug in for a final push. The descent the other side was awesome, Big Gear, and down on the drops. I was exhausted! But I wanted to see how fast I could go. Passing 65 kph was fast enough, there was a bend approaching. Probably the fastest I have ever been on a bike.

It was a tough ride. But I will go back stronger, perhaps even getting right round non stop?

I would finish the ride looping my village a few times to cool down. Proud of how quickly I was getting my fitness back. When I eventually stopped, my Garmin watch congratulated me with a “Hill climb” award. Not often I swear at inanimate objects but today, it felt necessary.

I now needed to rest. I had completed a tough week of training. Overcoming a breathing issue, juggling my training around sleep, and being promoted again in the pool. No wonder the ride was tough.

Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant – Robert Louis Stevenson

Week 2

After a well earned rest day I hit Tuesday full of positivity. It was the Clubs C25k day, the newbies were now on week 5. I was excited to be helping them out, whilst building on my return from injury.

I sat down with my fellow “Run Leaders, prior to the event, and agreed on a loop out, and around the village. The days weather had been quite wet, and I prepared for the run accordingly, layering up.

Typically, after a brief warm up, and run interval of my own, I got to the session in time for the skies to clear. Now overdressed, I was in for a sweaty session.

I was excited to be asked to help run the session. The newbies received a good warm up, and then ran a solid 3 x 8  minutes. They were going to smash the goal of completing a Parkrun in 4 weeks time. I was now worried…. Could I? I finished my run off with a further run interval, and in doing so, would also be clocking up another 5k run. The sweat dripping down the sleeves of my rain jacket in the process.

The following day, I woke up feeling a bit rough, probably just a chill from being so sweaty and out in the cold air of an early spring evening. I was down for an outside bike session followed by a swim later on. I really wasn’t feeling the “Love” in the morning and suggested to Billy I might bin the swim and do the bike on the indoor trainer (Turbo). My logic here was “The last thing I need is a set back in the swim”, I have experienced this before! It can take me weeks to get over the psychology of a bad swim. Billy agreed and we adjusted the days training.

In the end I decided to get “Out” on the bike and actually put in a respectable effort for 51 minutes as an out and back ride. I knew how important it was to build some strength into my legs ready for Mallorca, as good as the Turbo is, it doesn’t replicate the skills required for the road. Feeling content that I had completed some meaningful training I went home for an early night, I needed to be awake for the “Sparrows fart” and an early run on the Thursday.

I clearly needed the rest, as I did not wake up with the birds. I did however, wake up feeling a lot fresher for having had a decent recovery. I wasn’t disappointed I had overslept, I felt confident I could brick my run session together with the bike when I got home from work. This would be at the sacrifice of my Tri Club night. I was still concerned with my tiredness nonetheless.

I weighed the options up through the day knowing the focus should now be towards the run and the bike. I was conflicted! I knew I could get in the pool and have a tough, but good session. I was not so confident with the bike and the run. I discussed things with my coach Billy and he set me two options.

In short…. Swim and run, or bike and run

In the end, I would chose what must have been the more difficult of options, the bike/run brick session.

The Bike/Turbo

I got home from work later than expected and quickly set about getting all my gear ready. I wanted to be able to practice transition a bit too. Therefore I needed all my run stuff near me as I got off the bike (Turbo) I also needed to think about hydration through the bike, so I could deal with the 50 mins Run/walk intervals.

Everything was set up and I started the training session for the bike leg on my Garmin. 10 mins easy effort at RPE4 (Rate of Perceived Exertion) then into 20 mins Hard at RPE 8.

Halfway through I was sweating, a lot. The outdoor bike keeps you cool as the wind passes over your body. Today I was on the indoor trainer, and the fan was merely assisting the warm air around my body. I was three quarters the way through my water/electrolyte mix and willing the clock round. I was maintaining 100 RPM in the big wheel, beginning to fade.

2 mins to go and I had nothing left, I needed to ease off, the run had crept into my mind. As soon as I unclipped my shoes I had to get my top off and towel down. I was dripping and straight away, my new, clean running shirt was sticking to my body as I wrestled it over my shoulders. I finished off the remainder of my water and got out onto the run happy, that whilst my transition was smooth, it could be quicker.

The run

I set off on the run at a steady pace. I hadn’t felt the immediate feeling of transition for a while, I needed to build into this. Besides it was a 20 minute interval and I was determined not to bail and walk. Within the first five minutes I was as sweaty, if not more so, than when I had left the bike behind in the comforts of my pain cave.

The route quickly took me onto the edge of Salisbury Plain, and into the cool shade of the few trees that are there. This was a welcome relief, despite it not being a particularly warm day.

As I got to 19:48 mins I was entering a flat part of the route that looped back toward my village, I was just about done. Dig in, you’ve got this, as I gritted my teeth. I was thankful of the 5 mins walk interval. I was hot, sweaty, and my heart was pounding in my ears. Seemingly after the shortest 5 mins ever, my Garmin was alerting me of the end of the interval. Ok, I’ve got this!

The next run interval was only ten minutes, but needed to be at a slight increase of effort. It took me through an old favourite, and down to the riverside. The increase in pace was taking its toll as I stopped to cross the road. I was determined to finish as planned. As I left the riverside a short, steady incline would zap all positivity out of my mind, I ground to a halt just shy of 9 minutes, my quads felt solid from the bike, I needed this walk to help loosen them up.

I knew I had been training for over an hour now, the bike seemed like ages ago. Despite looking like I had just been swimming, I was feeling a bit better, my heart rate was back to a more aerobic pace. “Beep” Beep” Beep” etc. as my Garmin reminded me it was time to run. However, this time I was running back in the direction of home, knowing I was about to finish a 50 minute run/walk straight after a 30 minute bike.

Thursday had been a good day

Friday was uneventful at work, however I would not be home in time to get a decent ride out in the remaining hours of daylight. The option of a back to back turbo was inevitable. I considered riding in the dark and weighed up the risks….. It’s Turbo time again.

Billy sent me a “Tester” I wasn’t expecting anything easy. This indeed was a test!

More a test of mental strength than physical. Although the last 15 mins were rather moist.

I was required to build my HR (heart rate) up every 5 mins. Starting from 100 bpm, an easy warm up. Then increase resistance either through the Turbo or through the gears on the bike. All the time keeping a constant cadence of 85 rpm. I finished the set 45 minutes later with a river of sweat coming off my chin, soaked from head to toe. The cool down was ragged to say the least.IMG_2232

Boom, I needed a tough session, one that would put me in the right mind-set for Mallorca. Of course, I still had the weekend to complete but now I was starting to feel strong, and ready.

The second weekend in April was mixed. My run on the Saturday was a simple run/walk effort that just never felt easy at any stage. “I guess you just get days like this?” I thought to myself as I began my struggle against reality. The reality being my legs were fatigued from the Turbo session the day before. I needed to get used to this feeling, as its exactly the same as the feeling you get after getting off the bike in T2 (Transition 2) I paced the first 20 mins really steady before trying to ramp the pace gently.

I did finish the run bagging another 5k, but I hoped the Sunday would be more fruitful. I was due to be out on the bike for a 2-3 hour ride. A crucial ride, the last long effort before I would pack all my gear and head for the sun.

Sundays long bike

Having spent the morning with a leisurely breakfast, it soon became time to get out on the bike. It was one of those unpredictable days we get in April in the UK, the kind when it is 10 degrees cooler than the day before, with a biting headwind. The kind of weather you don’t want when going out on your first long bike ride for some time.

I prepared well, knowing I had a belly full of food. I concentrated on hydration for the bike and good clothes, layering up accordingly. After a quick step outside I realised a rain jacket and gloves were also going to be required. What I didn’t do was think about my feet!

I had decided on a 50k loop around the southern part of Salisbury Plain. A lovely scenic route, a mix of sharp hills, descents and steady climbs. A route I had done a few times last year, therefore expecting to be a bit of a challenge. What I wasn’t expecting was that 15k into the route, as the headwinds began to bite (especially through the descents) that my toes would be exposed to the through breeze in my shoes. Shoes not designed for what was effectively a winter breeze.

I now started to get the negative chimp in my head, telling me to turn around and just call it a day, 30k would be ok? I refused to give in, although it was a viable option. Before long I was beyond the halfway point and able to stop at a restaurant for a coffee. I sat outside for a while just waiting to get some feeling back in my toes, I phoned my wife, Sue to let her know I was ok. She sensed from my voice that things were not great, I half heartedly joked about needing a lift home. This too was a viable option.

I convinced myself that I was passed the hump, I could do it, I was on the home stretch.

I took a few steps back and forth to get some blood flow around my toes, whilst scrunching them around in my shoes. I took on an energy gel, and a quick photo of my surroundings. Yep you’ve got this! Crack on you fanny.

It took me a few minutes to feel the love again, a few hill climbs to feel warm and from nowhere, a sudden burst of enthusiasm, as I near crawled the last ascent. I got onto the drops and started to get some speed on. The lure of a promised hot cup of coffee when I got home, perhaps? More likely the energy gel had found the spot. I still had bloody cold feet though.IMG_2233

A warm bath later, and the bike was forgiven. Lesson learnt. Either stay on the Turbo next time or wrap up your feet.

 T-1 week – The Suitcase is out!

The week flew by, everything was in place and all I needed to do was tick off the remainder of my sessions.

I would start the last week before Mallorca as I had all the others in April. I would join my running clubs newbies in their quest to run their first ever 5k. I ran before, and after their session and struggled throughout. I needed to add volume to my run and was struggling. The newbies are going to smash it. I, on the other hand, have much work to do before I can call it run-fun.

I ticked off the swim I missed on the Wednesday and followed it up with a straight forward out and back ride on the bike.

Thursday started at the crack of dawn with an early run, I was down to do it at work but not being keen on the hygiene of the showers a 0500hrs run would be fine. Besides my colleagues were fed up with hearing about my journey. I would quietly crack on and hope to be awake enough for Tri Club in the evening.

Saturdays ride would put some real doubts in my mind. The weather was now warmer than in Mallorca as I climbed the same hills from the week before. The sweat came earlier and the need to hydrate. The hills had grown and the negative chimp was back.IMG_2234

I eventually gave in after 40 mins of battle and stood roadside, exhausted and bewildered at the same time. Neither keen to continue riding up nor keen on heading back. Either option was going to be tough.

I manually cycled my pedal with my hand to get in a lower gear and got back in the saddle determined to get up that damn hill.

I did, eventually and somehow found the feel of a slight down hill and free speed encouraging. The worst was behind me and I’d actually done better than before. I wasn’t up to the levels I was last year. But there was definite progress. I got on the drops and enjoyed the easier home straight.

That should set me up for the last run prior to getting on a plane?

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My last run before Tri Camp – Salisbury Parkrun

Thank you for reading the latest chapter in my blog.

Please take the time to read the previous chapters in my journey. Chapters 1-18 have been a lot of fun to write, and I welcome your comments and opinions.

For the next chapter in my blog I will describe my experience with TriForce in Mallorca. My first ever Tri-Camp.

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Previous chapters in my Journey “Fatman – Ironman”

Ch. 20 – Tri Force Training Camp April 2019 – Mallorca

Chapter twenty in my blog “Fatman to Ironman” is a special chapter for me, a real sense of achievement. Something of a “Game changer”…. I also had a bloody fantastic time. If you haven’t done something like this before?… Do it! You will not regret it.

Our camp would be the last week, of a whole month of TriForce being in Mallorca. I was hearing, and seeing all their efforts through Facebook and Instagram. Watching their updates coming through as I was on the Turbo (Indoor trainer/bike). It looked awesome what they were achieving, albeit somewhat daunting. I was not going to be training at that level, those guys are pro/elite. I would find my place amongst other amateurs. Nonetheless the hill climbs and distances looked way beyond me, and that was just the bike. Throughout Ch. 19 I was trying my hardest to get myself fit enough to hold my own when I got there. Would it have been enough?

The week before we were due to leave I went through the ritual of laying out all my running, cycling and swimming stuff before packing it. The helmet, the various shoes, bottles, energy gels and hydration tablets. I had made a short checklist of the essentials (Ultimately forgetting my toothbrush) I began to realise just how much kit I had accumulated recently as the suitcase gradually became filled, realising my life was being dominated by Lycra. Barely even room for some clothes for the evening, and not a great deal of clothes for Sue either. I would have to rethink this and pair it down to the basics. In the end we took a second bag.

IMG_9E0B0CE4CFF2-1A couple of days before we were due to go I sent Billy a message, worried about not being where I wanted to be fitness wise. In fact, I had been pretty much bombarding him with messages recently. Billy had assured me they wouldn’t be asking me to do anything they didn’t think I could achieve. Nonetheless I was apprehensive to say the least.

Ridiculous really! In hindsight I had done pretty well to get where I was and should have been reflecting about that, not where I wanted to be. Billy convinced me that TriCamp will turn my nerves into confidence and that the experience would be a “Game changer” He was right!

Day 1

We landed in Mallorca midday on Easter Sunday, surviving a flight with the Rif-Raf… Our first ever experience of budget airlines was very good. I could manage that for a couple of hours. The transfer from the airport to the hotel took us about 50 minutes, as we took in the delights of Palma. I was glad to see the back of that, I hadn’t flown all this way to be in the city. Eventually the Spanish island began to appear as per the postcards. The palms and cactus abundant amongst the tiled roofs, as people enjoyed their siestas. In fact….. The people weren’t out, where was everyone? No one could be seen, it was clearly too cold for the Mallorcan’s. It was bloody freezing, especially compared to what we had left behind in the UK.

We had left in temperatures of 23 degrees, an unusually warm spell for April. The forecasters had warned us that the UK would be warmer than Mallorca, we didn’t expect it to be this cold though. Not only was it cold, there was a thick covering of cloud giving the atmosphere of inevitable rain. My summer camp was starting to look like a winter camp and my feet were doubtless going to freeze.

We checked in to our hotel and familiarised our selves with the facilities. Once Sue was settled I headed off to find the Hire shop, where I could collect my bike for the week. It had warmed up a little and the rain was holding off. The beachfront and promenade looked lovely albeit lacking any form of golden glow from the illusive Spanish sun. As I walked back with my bike I took in the surroundings and prepared myself for what lay ahead.

As I looked out to sea, the chopping of the waves disturbed the quiet sands of the beach, I would be swimming in that. It didn’t look like the postcards, in fact it looked more suited to surfing, the sea being churned by the distant storm. I looked to my left at the epic hill climb, swaying from left to right up the mountainside.

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Port Du Polenca – With the illusive Spanish sun and a backdrop of hill climbs

I would later know this as “Formentor and Lighthouse”. As I looked to my right, more mountains. It became clear in that moment, I was not on holiday! However, the nerves I experienced before we left were not present. I knew looking at those climbs it would be tough, perhaps the fact of making the effort and actually being on the island was enough to believe I could do it. I hadn’t  travelled this far to give up, or refuse a challenge.

The afternoon was spent as a mixture of frequenting the coffee bars and adjusting my bike to fit. Sue was not particularly pleased with the weather, after all she was on holiday. Neither of us had packed any warm clothing, the one rain jacket we had was for me on the bike, even packing it I thought twice about needing it.

We got an invite to join the groups (TriForce Mallorca) Whatsap and asked to dinner that evening. A meet and greet. We already knew some of the athletes, Fenella Langridge who has helped me out in the past, The coaches Billy and Simon to name a few. The rest we would need to get to know. As we sat waiting to be seated I noticed a face I recognised coming towards us… Tracy R Lyne, I didn’t know her face to face but I knew her through the TriForce Facebook page, she recognised me and along with her friend Collette Porter, we instantly struck a lasting friendship. Sue got on very well with them too, I was worried how Sue would fit in and hoped she wouldn’t feel an outsider, quite the opposite, Triathletes are a very friendly bunch and this group is no exception.

It was going to be a great week.

Day 2

The evening before we had sat down after dinner and listened to the coaches plans for the following day. We knew we would be swimming before breakfast and going for a 50 mile bike at 1000 hrs. The bike would also be a brick session into a 5k run. We had been split into two groups and Simon would be our coach for the day.

Knowing it would be a long day I had sorted out my nutrition and hydration before going to bed. I was excited and apprehensive about getting it done.

The swim

I was sat outside the pool waiting, knowing that the session would start without me if I was late. I did not want to be late. We tip toed across to the ladder, the air was cold, steam rising off the outdoor heated pool, the water considerably warmer than the air. Straight into a 2 x 200m warm up and quickly into the drills, we were not hanging around. Tracy and Collette, who I had met the night before, were very polite as I struggled with the hotels paddles. I had only used these once before, the week before with my TriClub, these were a different brand and I was not getting along with them. Simon didn’t know if I was taking them off or putting them on at one point.

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Swim before breakfast (Green swim cap)

My knee held out for the entire swim, a set that included efforts, pace build and open water skills. The latter a particularly amusing set, crawling all over the swimmers around you, cuddling their wake to get a bit of draft. Before I knew it we had completed the 2.5k set and had earned our breakfast.

Sitting at the breakfast table with a standard size meal was not going to get me through the day. Being polite and only having one helping was going to see me crash and burn at some point. Tracy had told me the night before to eat loads, its going to be a busy week. She had learned from her trip the previous year. I was amazed at just how much everyone was eating though, especially the pros. They really must be burning some calories. I eventually opted for a full english, followed by some fruit. I would learn the following day to pile in some more.

The Bike

Having had a very successful swim I was keen to get on the bike, I needed to get my training started and get over the slight nerves I was feeling. We had agreed at breakfast to meet up and be ready to go for 0930 hrs. I eagerly arranged the various energy gels and hydration wherever I could, I do not own a cycling Jersey so, was happily stuffing flapjacks up my cycling shorts. I didn’t care what people thought, I was not going to “Bonk” especially knowing in advance that we would be out for a long one. There would be no excuses for bad planning, poor hydration and/or nutrition.

It had been raining lightly as I prepared my bike, but now the heavens were beginning to open up. The wise amongst the cycling world were reducing their tyre pressures before leaving, not missing a trick I promptly followed suit, having never considered this in the past. The rest of the camp were already outside in varying colours and degrees of protection. All I had was a lightweight jacket and a long pair of socks. These guys had rubber over boots and all sorts. I was going to be getting wet.

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The “Dream Team” L-R Collette Porter, Me, Tracy R Lynne

The route took us right out across the sea front of Port Du Pollenca. On any other day it might have looked lovely. Today it was bleak, the sea was being whipped up by the wind, creating very surfable waves. The rain gradually becoming heavier as we dropped in behind each others wheel in turns. Coach Simon took the lead, he knew the route and was probably also trying to give us a bit of protection from the strong headwind. I might as well of been on a road back in the UK as I joked about our “Winter camp”. This was not what we planned for. Nonetheless we were all as determined to get the job done and gain from the experience.

I was surprised at how well I was doing on the bike, a hire bike unfamiliar to me. Instantly settling down with the “Gucci” gears that I didn’t have on my own bike, and enjoying the speed the deeper rims were giving me. within ten minutes I had fallen for it and knew I needed to invest when I got back home.

We headed through the lovely town of Alcudia, a place I knew my brother had visited in the past. A very wet looking version of it quickly sped by as we headed out toward a location called Arta. By now my shoes were completely filled with water, water running down my legs and into my shoes, water constantly replaced by a through flow of rain splashing off of my down tube. I was barely able to see out of my misted and soaked glasses, it was ridiculous but somehow I was enjoying it. We weren’t talking much as a group, and none of us were willing to make the inevitable call to bail. That came as we approached a roundabout, Coach Simon called it, we were about to start making our first ascent as we left Alcudia, 30 minutes or so into the ride. We would be heading back.

Simon advised us that he didn’t want us all going down with colds or injury on our first day, and that we should head back, warm up and dry out our gear. We could attempt the trip to Arta the following day.

Tracy was hilariously vocal at this point, I knew this was someone we would be having a lot of laughs with in the future. Collette and I were quietly disappointed, but fully understood the reasons behind the decision. I didn’t need the flapjacks I had stuffed up my shorts and certainly didn’t need much hydrating! We would go on to smash the ride to Arta as you will read later.

The Run

As soon as we got back to the hotel Simon asked us to go and get all our wet gear off and get into our running shoes, ready for a half hour run. So far, I had gotten wet in the pool, soaked on the bike, and was now about to get drenched on the run. Quietly, I was happy it was raining for my first run in Mallorca, I had only just got my run fitness back up to 5k and I knew I would be sweating as my heart rate climbed.

I switched on the towel radiator in the hotel room and somehow perched all my wet gear on to the various rails, hoping that at the very least the chamois in my cycling shorts would be dry the following day. Sue was surprised to see me back so quickly and having no plans to explore Mallorca anytime soon, wondered in amazement as I ventured , yet again out into the cold and rain. Following to take a photo to record the moment.

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L-R Tracy R Lynne, Collette Porter, Myself and Coach Simon De Burgh

We assembled in the hotel lobby for a quick brief then headed out onto the beach front and followed the promenade, I was trying to keep a steady 7 min/km pace, not wanting to get carried away with the moment. Tracy and Collette, much more experienced runners than me had chosen to hold a much steadier pace. The rain had us soaked within minutes, fortunately the temperature was warmer than it had been for the ride and added to the intensity of the workout, I felt quite warm. I was concerned that we should be staying as a IMG_2160 2group and offered to loop back. Simon was keeping tabs on where everyone was and told me to keep going toward a roundabout, it was his job (as coach) to be looping back, not mine. I was here to train. We had been running for twenty minutes and I was loving every minute of it. By the time I got to the roundabout I was starting to slow my pace down a bit. My heart was pounding in my ears, screaming for me to take a break. I wasn’t going to stop until I got to the roundabout.

As we all regrouped Simon gave us some coaching tips on our running form, and asked us to watch as we run past shop windows, the reflection of our bodies. He had given us a ten minute route back to the hotel on which we were to take on these tips, slowing our return and focussing on technique. As we passed the shops all I could see was this fat guy running, I couldn’t see the “form” although I could feel the changes as I listened to the advice. Unbeknown to the others, I needed that break at the roundabout and probably would have started walking if we hadn’t paused to chat.

We got back to the hotel after what I would call my strongest run for some time, the concierge noting the soggy mess squelching past them yet again. I had to find a way of getting more wet gear dry. As I stood next to the towel radiator in the bathroom, rearranging all my gear. I hoped the following day would be dryer. Sue was proud of my achievements, probably amazed that I kept going, despite being so wet.

Day one was a huge success, I had earned my dinner and would not be shy about piling on a second helping.

Day Three

The evening previous we had all sat down for our briefing and I was left under no doubts that I would be doing the 50 mile ride we had missed, following it up with a swim in the afternoon. I wasn’t worried about the distance but the term “Undulating” had been mentioned. I knew what that meant.

Back on the bike

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Tracy, Collette and I had asked Simon if we could leave a bit earlier than the planned time of 1030 hrs. Part of the plan was that the elite/pro guys would be swimming first, getting on the bikes and chasing us down. We wanted a head start.

The ride started at 0930 hrs after a hearty breakfast. I was super stoked to get this done and repeated the ritual of stuffing flapjacks up my shorts. I also had some spare hydration tablets to refill my water bottles with.

Collette had warned me at breakfast about the “Undulations” and not to push too hard on them. “There are many efforts involved and if you push too hard, too soon you won’t make it”. Another factor was the sun had come out as Collette had been promising, and the day was going to be warm. Sue could tell I was a bit anxious, despite me trying to hide my nerves. I made sure I piled on the suncream and pumped my tyres back up ready for a dry day.

Before I knew it we were back at the roundabout we had turned back at yesterday. We had been sitting in each others draft and holding 35 kph, Collette mostly taking the lead. I was impressed with the effort she was putting in and wanted to keep up. Simon had asked if this was my all-day pace, clearly concerned I might be going a bit hard. I felt great, I was quietly amazed with myself. The training and effort I had put in back home clearly had paid off. Added to that I was riding a better bike. Either way I was in a comfort zone and pretty sure I could keep this up all day long.

Tracy wasn’t keen on the pace and was beginning to drop back. I was conflicted with holding back with her, or maintaining an effort. Simon made the call and got Collette and I to work together through a set of effort repeats whilst he rode with Tracey. We were given a turn around point where we would regroup.

col-de-femeniaThe efforts were to ride at a hard tempo pace for ten minutes keeping to the pace set by the lead rider, then change over. We would do this continuously until we reached the turn around some 80 minutes later. The intensity eased by sitting in the draft of the lead rider. What we didn’t know was the the start of our efforts would also be the start of the “Undulation”

Collette and I worked through this set very well together, forming a “Training buddy” friendship. We appeared to be able to push and motivate each other from the get go. I on the other hand would get “Chicked” on the first incline. I had decided to hit it hard and get to the top quick, only to find that not only had I ran out of gears I had also ran out of puff, watching Collette gliding past me holding a rhythm. Ok the novice has just been taught a lesson. I would use my energy much more efficiently for the next climb. Getting up a hill quick is great if you are only trying to get up just one, clearly the better option for dealing with “Undulations” is to go slow and steady, tapping away at your gears all the time. Who knew?

Simon clearly has a different understanding of the term “Undulating”. I would probably of used the term “Unforgiving” or “Relentless” nonetheless the team work with Collette, the newly learnt, better method for a climb, and good use of my gears was getting me through it. We would “undulate” several times.

I was eventually beaten by what would turn out to be the last, and longest ascent before Arta, our destination. It was a long steady climb that just kept on giving. My heart rate, (pounding through my ears) in a vein attempt to cool me down, had risen to the point my sweat was streaming down my face and into my eyes. To this point I had held my own with Collette, proud to have got this far, but nonetheless beaten. I just needed a few minutes stood still to let my heart slow down. As I stood admiring the climb, I looked back down the hill and there was Simon powering his way up the hill. Typical, the moment I chose to rest and there is my coach catching me loafing about. He mentioned something about turning around as he whizzed passed me to catch Collette who was about 500 yards ahead by now.

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I was quite pleased not to have to get going up again, and positioned myself to cross the road and head back down. I was amazed at just how far we had climbed, enjoying the free speed as we descended. I was also worried about all the other climbs that lay ahead.

The journey out had offered lots of free speed as we descended, now I was having to climb back up them. I was rejuvenated noting that the Pro’s/elite guys hadn’t caught us yet and began keeping a look out for them. I didn’t want them to see me loafing and began to put an effort in. Before we turned around I had gobbled one of my flapjacks and was clearly buzzing from the sugar. I didn’t get “Chicked” this time, I combined power with commitment, ensuring I tapped through my gears. I felt strong and confident and like I could ride all day long. I had nailed my nutrition and hydration, there was plenty in the tank.Majorca-Cycling-Large-2013-92

We were riding as a close group of three, I would use my extra weight as we descended only to slow as we ascended. we were going at a fair lick on the flats and before long had returned to the point where we had started our efforts. Realising we had just done one big effort to return, I eased off for a moment to reflect. Absorbing the cheers of encouragement from the Pro/elite guys. They had formed in the exact spot Collette and I had started, they were just getting their brief from Billy but all cheered our effort as we rode past. Fist pumping the air.

We would turn off at this point for a well earned coffee and cake stop. This was something I heard Triathletes did a lot and I was not going to miss out. We were probably 20k away from the hotel and what would end up being an 80k “Undulating” ride. The cake was well earnt.

Before we got back on the bikes I treated myself to a “Full fat” Coke, fuel for the remainder of the ride.

Boom, day three was already awesome….

The swim

Now we were back at the hotel it was time for us to do our swim, whilst the pro/elite guys worked their way through the efforts on the bike. Fortunately the coaches had devised the swim to allow for the fact we were knackered. They knew what was in store for us for the rest of the week, and kept us at an aerobic swim pace with some basic drills. A kind of recovery effort to keep us ticking over. before they revealed the next session. The latter part of the set was based on open water swimming.

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I’m at the rear clinging on to Collettes heels, Tracy in front

Getting us to stay in the wake of the swimmer in front, using the free speed as we had on the bike. We changed lead swimmers and drafting positions, hanging off the toes in front or hugging the hips. You quickly notice the increase in effort if you let them get away. We also knew we were all tired and consciously tried to keep at each others pace. I now had a renewed confidence in my knee, clearly after all that time on the bike, the injury must be healed. I reinvented the turn on the wall to a style suited to a newbie, after three or four attempts I began to nail a solid turn, something beyond me for months now. After forty minutes I was pleased to be seeing my days activities come to a rest. Particularly proud of what I had already achieved. As we got out of the pool I noticed Sue admiring our efforts from our balcony. Work quickly turned into play, as we all splashed around like children waving at the camera.

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Swim, Bike, Run…. Fun

We now had a couple of hours to chill out before dinner. Just enough time to pop down to the beachfront and have a cup of coffee with Sue.

Sue had had a good day exploring the local town and market whilst we were out on our bikes, she wanted to go back to a shop and buy some clothes for our grandchildren. What better way to end a day of solid training.

Day Four

At dinner we were set our training for the following day. The pros would be climbing Sa Colabra and we would be climbing Formentor and heading out to a lighthouse at the end of the peninsula.

I was excited about the challenge and at the same time nervous. I had seen the hill climb the day we landed and even from afar it looked a daunting challenge. We would also be swimming in the sea after the bike, and finishing the day off with a 45 minute run. I was focussing on the ride for now.

The bike – Formentor

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Our goal for the day – Cap du Formentor

 

I made sure I had plenty of breakfast and focussed on lots of fruit. Then began the ritual of stuffing my shorts with flapjacks, restocking my top tube bag with energy gels, and filling my water bottle with electrolytes. I was ready to go. Tracy neatly folded some sandwiches into small squares for her back pocket and Collette collected her share of the Bananas on offer.

Billy would be our coach for today. I was keen to show him just how determined I can be and put in a shift. We headed out across the promenade towards the hills, the route clearly signed, and the roads ideal for cyclists. Colette and I worked each others wheel as we had the day before. I was now becoming familiar with the various hand signals cyclists use when cycling as a group. Pot holes, slowing down, moving out etc. On the ride I was particularly deliberate about drinking a swig of water every five minutes or so. Not only was it a warm day, I was about to be climbing the biggest series of hills I had ever done. I would be sweating a lot.

As we passed various landmarks Billy had advised me that it would he his call to abandon the ride if he felt I could not make it. Ride back to here and wait to regroup etc.

I was determined to do this and made it clear that I would rather give up trying, rather than not try at all. Billy was impressed but also had a duty of care for me.

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“Undulations”

The first part of the accent was brutal, as I looked ahead and saw the road snaking up the mountain, hairpin after hairpin. very soon I would find myself super hot, sweating more than ever before, and with burning quads. The view back down to Port Du Polenta apparently is beautiful, I didn’t see a bit of it. Focussed on keeping my bike from coming to a complete standstill and falling off, trying to keep the legs spinning. Fortunately the climb would soon level out and offered a welcome decent. I enjoyed the free speed and chance to dry out. Little did I know that pretty son we would be climbing again…

Fortunately Collette had mounted a GoPro camera to her bike and kindly shared the memories for all to see. Ride out to Formentor1 video (Click the link) look out for a few more videos later on.

I was now becoming accustomed to the sling-back design of the roads. Every hairpin turn gave a sharp increase to the gradient, Billy had advised me to go wide on the turns and try to slingshot my way out of it. After a few attempts I began to see the benefits, the few seconds of easier riding and the chance to drop a gear or two. The the climb ate into your quads. Simon’s “Undulating” ride yesterday somehow seemed a breeze. This was a proper climb.

Billy was keeping at my rear and giving me encouragement all the way, willing me on. He wasn’t going to allow me to stop. “You’ve come this far”. However, the negative chimp had got in my head and my heart needed a break. I was soaked from head to foot, just like day 2, this time I was drenched in my own sweat.

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Another of the memories for all to see. Ride out to Formentor2 video (Click the link) thanks Collette Porter

After a short rest I was feeling much more confident about nailing this, I hadn’t come here for a rest and I wasn’t going to be giving up on a challenge. The forrest continued to give, and the hairpins kept on coming. Eventually the road opened up into the next stage of the route, offering another welcome descent, cooling me down further. I was now in a rhythm.

Billy had been talking about a tunnel ahead and that if we got to there he was confident I could do this. Colette was now way ahead, I was not going to let her down. We would be meeting for coffee and cake at the lighthouse.Le tunnel de la route Ma-2210 sur la presqu'île de Formentor à M

The tunnel was a bizarre experience, about 300m long and with no lighting. A cooling experience that somehow makes you want to cycle hard to the light at the end of it. Fortunately Billy had advised me to lower my specs before entering, otherwise I wouldn’t of been able to see a thing.

Shortly after the tunnel we began to see our goal – The lighthouse, a couple of hundred year old building glistening in the light of the Mallorca sun. We were welcomed by A fast snaking descent into a valley, catching my breath ready for the final stinging ascent. More repeating switchbacks and a relentless climb. All the time knowing I would have to cycle the whole route in reverse. Knowing there were just as many ascents as there were descents.

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Lighthouse at the Peninsula

I made it to the roars and cheers of Collette, she had probably arrived 5 minutes before me, maybe more. Nonetheless I had now made it too, and despite being charged 6 Euros for the slice of cake, I felt I had earned it.

The view of the Island from here is quite spectacular and despite the effort required to get here… It is well worth it.

We didn’t hang around for long, Billy didn’t want us getting cold. We refilled our water bottles and began attacking the various climbs, ascents and hairpins in reverse. Only now I was feeling revitalised and confident. I now felt as strong as I had done in my ride the previous day. I was slower on the ascents, but rapid on the descents. Using my extra weight as a strength. The tunnel was quickly upon us and, as before, I lowered my glasses ready for the blackout. We were descending into it this time and going at a fair lick. The return trip and Tunnel video (6mins in)(Click link)

The ride back was indeed quicker as Billy had promised, the two major climbs quickly despatched. We were now on the last descent back towards Port Du Pollenca.

An awesome, challenging ride and one where a benchmark has been set.

The run

As soon as we got back to the hotel we were to get into our running shoes and Brick a run to the bike. I was eager to get this done but my body was unwilling. All I could muster was a 2k run/ walk… I was exhausted and walked back to the hotel for a rest, passing the shop fronts I had ran past the other day.

I should have been disappointed with myself for not being able to do the run. But because I had just had such an epic two days, I really couldn’t be hard on my self. Sue and I would opt for lunch and coffee by the pool instead.

Typically, as we sat down Billy was also enjoying some time by the pool and clearly saw me loafing. I had now been seen loafing by both coaches on two different days. I apologised that I just couldn’t do it, he also felt I had had an amazing two days and suggested I rest before the Sea swim later on in the day.

The swim – The sea

Those of you that have read earlier chapters in my blog will know the challenges I faced learning to swim. Swimming in the sea was going to be a huge step forward. Oddly I wasn’t nervous about it.

We all headed down to the beach at 1730 hrs, we would all be swimming as a group, the pro/elite guys would swim further.

It was awesome being amongst such a lovely group of people, each helping with the zipping up of the wetsuit, everyone chatting about their ride in the morning. Sue came down with us to witness this monumental occasion, and after a safety brief from the coaches we got in to the water. I allowed water into my wetsuit before really committing, allowing my body to acclimatize before eventually fully submerging into a surprisingly cold and slightly choppy sea.

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F-R Collette, Me, Coach Simon, Tracey

We first swam out toward the edge of a row of rocks. About a 100m swim, where the goal was to practice sighting and swimming in a straight line. All the time using our breathing techniques to remain calm and relaxed. Tracy paused for a moment and I swam up along side her, inadvertently scaring the proverbial out of her, the loud screech resonating in my ear. I have no idea what she thought I was, but she certainly wasn’t expecting it. We cracked on with the swim and turned toward another focal point, all the while giggling in between breaths.

We had just swam approx 200 metres and despite battling a current, I had kept myself reasonably straight throughout. I wasn’t nervous, in fact I was confidently enjoying the moment and wanted more.

Coach Simon now set us an out and back challenge where he would act as a bouy for us to swim around. The goal here would be to swim in a straight line ending back exactly where we had started, meanwhile swimming around Simon as tightly as we could.

Simon was mega chuffed with our efforts, and remarked on just how good we were.

Collette was enjoying the swim, and like me didn’t want it to end. Simon set us both another challenge. We were to swim a triangle of what was probably 300 m holding a straight line and exiting the sea as quickly as possible, using our hands and feet to crawl up into a running position. I smashed the swim but crashed and burned on the sea exit bit. The sand was so soft and I just couldn’t get a firm grip of anything, frantically sinking into the sand each time i tried to put my hands or feet down. Hilariously, eventually getting out into a wobbly exhausted mess. During this frantic battle with the sand I had also stubbed my toes on small rocks. I didnt care… It was great fun and I would love to do it again sometime soon. There is nothing left to fear as far as swimming is concerned.

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Another day of swim, bike, run fun (Collette left, Tracey right)

Day Five

The evening before, we had been set our individual training. I was pleased to hear the term “Easy day” thrown into the conversation. The climb up Formentor, as awesome as it was, had taken its toll, I was glad going to bed that all I needed to do was be up for an early morning swim and run later on in the day. I was going to need more rest than I thought…

Achilles revenge

“Bollocks” I thought to myself as I awoke at 0330 hrs with the all too familiar tightening of the Achilles’ tendon (Tendonitis) Where did that come from? It had been months since I had any trouble, I even felt thankful that, whilst injured with my knee, I knew the rest I was giving it was also helping my Achilles.

What had I done, or not done to aggravate it? I lay in bed determined not to suffer aloud, also knowing we had no pain killers or any form of ice or chilled things to ease the swelling.

I was going to have to make a decision about the swim as the clock turned towards 0700 hrs. With bugger all sleep I sent what I thought was the right message to Billy, I wouldn’t be up for the pre breakfast swim. He was fine with this, and advised I get a bit of rest and then do some gentle stretching and if possible foam roll my calf’s.

Sue and I would wander down for a late breakfast on the Thursday, my limp embarrassingly obvious. The swimmers were now chomping their way through huge breakfasts clearly concerned as I got mine. I tried to shrug it off but these guys were all too clued up with their own experiences, and knew pretty much straight away what was wrong. The advise I got that morning was almost the opposite of what I had diagnosed myself during those early hours.

After breakfast the first thing I did was dip my leg into the main pool (Not the training pool we had been using) more of a family pool. Simon had been right, the water was freezing and the ease to the inflamed tendon was quickly welcomed. I stayed in that position for long enough to go past the cold sensation and near the numb. As I struggled to get back up on my feet I noticed Collette looking down pitifully from her balcony. It must have looked like game over to her at that point. I was not going to give in. After an hour or so I started some very light heel drops and pushed gently through the pain. I felt confident to get in the gym and foam roll my quads.

The most uncomfortable foam rolling experience I have ever had, but necessary. My calf’s had clearly contracted overnight and stressed the tendon. I was ready to take the day off. But after some traditional RICE (Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation) and mobility work I would be accepting the missed morning swim set from Simon and booking a lane in the pool for myself. I would keep my compression socks on for as long as I could.

Unbeknown to me Collette had a bad night too. Hers was stomach related, through what she thought was too many electrolytes/gels. She had also missed the swim and asked if she could share the lane after she had completed her 1hr run. I should have been running myself but that was definitely not on the cards, and probably wouldn’t be for the rest of the camp.

The swim

I booked the pool for two hours between 1100 & 1300 hrs, and whilst still gently stretching got my kit ready for the swim. I had agreed to meet Collette for 1130 hrs but decided to get some lengths in first.

Collette was bang on time and despite running for an hour, was keen to crack on with the swim. Slightly confused by why she had been waiting outside the pool for twenty minutes for me. Not knowing that I was actually already in it (Sorry Collette)

Despite my admin cock up, and aggravated Achilles I would go on and swim a 3k set. On what was supposed to be an easy day. I even did the warm up twice. Most of the efforts were done with a pull bouy. But otherwise it was a solid swim by both of us.

The swim was massively helpful to my Achilles, an active recovery as I have been told many times is far better than lying in bed feeling sorry for myself. I should have got up and swam with the others.

Fortunately my Achilles had reduced to a mere scare by 1400 hrs and with residual swelling I took the opportunity to go explore Mallorca with Sue. A lovely twist to what could have been a drastic end to training. The next day, Friday, I would be back up to full speed and ready to go. The coaches had a surprise for us all…. The intensity was likely to be building further.

Day 6

Our brief for the day was to have breakfast and then be ready to go on the bike for 1000 hrs. The ride would be less “undulating” and efforts would be involved. We would be riding an out and back for coffee in the lovely old town of Campanet.

First we had to get the swim done.

The swim

I was very much up for this day, super stoked by having successfully beaten a potential Achilles flare up. I needed to be wise and chose to swim mostly on pull bouy, relying on upper body strength the entire set. Today’s swim was mostly drills and pace build. Racing and outpacing each other. I felt strong throughout, even brave enough to be kicking off the wall gently. There was no issue, wow. This was indeed a first. My Achilles has been known to write me off for a week or more in the past. Maybe I could smash the bike later too.

The bike

Whilst we had been swimming through our set the others had been on an epic ride up Sa Colabra and back. Our coaches would be having a “double ride” day and also riding with us, we would be pushing hard. Tracy had chosen to ride solo on another route to LUUC. A place I would be visiting the following day.

For the first few minutes of the ride the coaches rode behind us. Probably checking on my Achilles situation. After a while they were happy it was ok and I wasn’t just saying so. As we pressed on towards Campanet, we passed Orange groves and Vine yards. Sue would of loved it here, very typically Spanish countryside, sadly not on the back of a bike though. Instead Sue would enjoy the other reason people go to Mallorca…. A holiday. We were going at a fair lick, holding each other’s wheel. Collette and I taking the lead in turns. The “undulations” returned but this time they were easier. Nothing was going to be like the hills at Cap Formentor.

Before long we arrived in Campanet and blindly followed the infamous navigational skills of Simon. Weaving back and forth down the narrow streets, again thinking of how Sue would love this place.

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Campanet – Coffee and cake

Eventually meeting up at a cafe with the elite guys who had also seemingly been riding all day. The cake these guys eat is huge and yet they are so thin and strong. Maybe cake is the way forward after all.

I opted for carrot cake and full fat coke and enjoyed the delights of this old town, people watching away a good half hour of Mallorca sun. Unbeknown to us this was Simons treat to us. Yet another awesome day in Mallorca.

We all got back on the bikes and headed in our set directions, again blindly following Simons lead. Some of the group headed out for “More miles” we headed back, as planned.

I don’t know what it is they put in coke but it was like rocket fuel to me. As soon as I got up in front I would take the initiative to put my foot down and hit a canter. Thankfully a reversing van had slowed the others down allowing me to make my move. I didn’t disappoint myself, or the others as they all clung on to my wheel. Whizzing back through the Orange groves and Vine yards. Too fast to take in the sights. My head was down and I was pushing hard. Slowed only by the road coming to a junction and being unsure of the route. Video of ride back from Campanet(van at 2min)(Click link)

“More of what Lawrence is having!” Was Simon’s passing reply as the coaches retook the lead. I didn’t want to stop, I was in a rhythm and in the zone.

Day 7 – Saturday

The coaches had left the “Efforts” till last and had been keeping this one a secret! What could possibly be more of an effort than I have done so far? What could be so worthy of being kept a secret?

We had our usual brief after dinner the night before and I had taken a photo of the plan.

We would be cycling about 20k to the base of a hill climb at Luuc, that would be our warm up. Until this point I had not seen this hill, so naturally began to assume the worst.

Once at the base of the hill we would regroup and be released in timed intervals to complete our “Efforts”

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Efforts

Things like Lactate threshold and FTP (Functional Threshold) were mentioned, I knew this meant a tough day. Fortunately through discussion I agreed with the coaches not to do the planned 10k brick run after the bike. I would enjoy more Mallorcan sun as the others pressed through what must have been a tough run.

The Bike efforts

I thoroughly enjoyed this. I had been rereleased in wave two, a couple of minutes after Collette. I immediately began to hunt her down. We got to the start point of the two minute hill climb and I quickly saw any gains I had made on her quickly swallowed by the effort I was having to put in to get up that hill. The turnaround point came quicker than I knew it and I was thankful to be in recovery mode as I descended again. Then boom! On the clock for ten minutes at 90% FTP… Hunting down Collette.

I didn’t get to catch Collette until toward the end of the second effort but I was glad that I did. She must have known I was closing in on her as I was blowing hard. I eventually got past her and settled into a rhythm. She wasn’t settling for that and put in a kick, we would be cat and mouse until the end.

The session was set up so all the pros would be riding with us. Their effort was just as hard as ours, doubtless they would be going further than us due to their fitness, clearly able to climb higher in the two minutes. It was a great experience as we all passed each other at various phases, usually whilst they were in recovery mode. Cheering and helping each other to finish the set.

I was thankful to have a rest whilst the others, one by one, transitioned into their run. I was super impressed by the levels of commitment. Everyone, regardless of fitness levels was smashing it.

The ride home after the efforts should have been an easy recovery for me. Due to the fact I hadn’t run, I felt a bit guilty and clearly still full of energy. I decided to get on the wheel of two of the Pros/Elite. Tori Waight (Whom I had seen race in the infamous Weymouth 70.3) and Kent Langridge (Fenella’s brother). Before long they had noticed my intent and Tori invited me in a bit closer. Drafting off their TT Bikes back to the hotel was an awesome experience. Getting my head down and enjoying my last full training day. I held on (They were probably being kind and eased off the gas) and finished off with another 60k to what had been an incredible week.

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Me in the centre of an awesome and inspiring group of athletes (Before the “Efforts”)

Day 8 – Sunday and were all leaving

All good things come to an end? Well mine wasn’t going to end yet. I had booked the late flights back to the UK to maximize our “Holiday” I could get in an extra swim and then spend the day chilling out on the island with Sue.

After we had breakfast I booked the pool lane and committed myself to a pyramid swim of 100, 200, 300, 400, 500, 400, 300, 200, 100. A lovely way to finish my training. After a quick visit to the gym to do some mobility and stretching stuff I finally switched off the training chimp in my head and enjoyed 3/4 of a days holiday.

The weather was warm and none of us really wanted the experience to end. Sadly, one by one, our group became smaller and smaller. Saying goodbye to people I now considered friends and committing to events I had never heard of. Agreeing with Simon to come back next year and attempt Sa Colabra….. I will be back – You heard it here first

Thank you for reading the latest chapter in my blog.

Please take the time to read the previous chapters in my journey. Chapters 1-20 have been a lot of fun to write, and I welcome your comments and opinions.

The next chapter in my blog will be all about the last 5 weeks before my first ever Ironman event…. 70.3 Staffordshire on the 9th July

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