Thursday 27 November 2014

Caribbean Chilling, now that's a race prize!

30 km of trail running, including 3764ft ascent up welsh mountains
180 km of cycling with 5641ft of ascent
2750m of swimming in Snowdonia mountain lakes and the Irish Sea.

It was well worth it....
Chilling out on the Island of Nevis in the Caribbean, the 1st place prize for Ewan Brown and myself for winning the Always Aim High Series. Encompassing the Slateman, Sandman and Snowman Triathlons in North Wales. Can you win a better prize in UK triathlon races? You can read my previous reports on the three races by clicking on the links above. If you fancy you can sit back and watch the races on Channel 4 / 4od (Snowman Sat 29th 6.15am Channel4)

Nevis, 36 square miles in area, apparently more monkeys inhabit the island than people, average daily temperature of 82 degrees, operating on two currencies; the US dollar and East Caribbean dollar, which is fixed at 2.7% of the US $. 409 Hotel rooms are available across the island, many luxurious and more use to the grey haired wealthy brigade than triathlon prize winners. You can find out more about Nevis on the island website here.

Nevis is truly a tropical island paradise. How was the trip? I have been asked by family and friends in the last few days, since returning to the UK. So here are some of my answers to the questions I have been asked recently. 

Did you have to wear an anti- shark wetsuit when swimming in the sea?
Does an anti shark wetsuit even exist?
The sea was bath temperature and because I was doing serious swimming I wore my bikkini, it's more areo than a swim costume. There are sharks around, but according to the locals only little ones, if you see one we were advised just to wave and smile at it and it wouldn't bother us. Thankfully I never had to put that advice into action. Ewan did scare the living daylights out of me, by popping up out of no where on one swim, thankfully he sent me this shark article once we were home.
What is not to like about swimming here?

Did you get pricked by sea urchins? Like that time you went skinny dipping in Greece?
Hey, I was 18 then, and yes I know skinny dipping after a few cocktails is never a good idea, I have learnt my lesson!
Ewan managed to get some sea spike type things in his foot during one swim. Though it didn't put him off swimming. He was back in the sea later that day after some tweezers sorted out the spikes. Like most days, we took advantage of the bath temperature waters; clear views down to the sea bed, admired sting rays, brightly coloured fish and sea turtles. We got in plenty of open water swim practice. It was good to meet someone else who also translates "little swim with sea turtles" as "several kilometers around the headland in choppy waters"! 
Perfect bay for swim practice and no Sea Urchins or Sharks (that we saw!)

Did you swing on large vines in the jungle, like in the jungle book?
Nevis is covered in dense jungle like vegetation. The island is volcanic and is dominated by Nevis Peak, a 985m high Volcano in the middle of the island. We hiked up to the summit on Sunday morning before breakfast. Scrambling up steep muddy trails with the help of ropes, roots and vines, I did feel quite Mowgli like! 
Happy Hikers at the top of Nevis Peak and GI Jane Hansom using the ropes and vines.


What was the other prize winner like, were you guys out triathlon training dawn till dusk?
"Thanks guys for not being weird and odd balls"
Ta lizzie, same to you guys!
Ewan Brown won the men's series and he was joined by Lizzie, his girlfriend. Adam my boyfriend joined us and the four of us lived here for the week (Oualie Beach resort). I think the prize was just as much a reward for Lizzie and Adam as you can't win races alone. The people behind the scenes are very much key to the success.
Munching on Pineapple outside the Oualie Beach Resort Bungalows.

Training dawn till dusk? Well Lizzie, Ewan and myself took a Hobi catamaran out for a spin while Adam cruised around windsurfing. And if one of us spotted a sea turtle or sting ray we would all hurtle in and splash around it. It was pretty hot and humid, surprising really for a tropical island at 17.10N longitude and 62.35 W latitude! So while we did hire bikes, rides around the island were morning affairs or just transport from one beach to the next, with plenty of sight seeing stops.
Thanks for being awesome holiday buddies guys!

What did you eat? Can you now eat spicy jerk chicken or do you still have embarrassingly mild taste buds and sweat when you eat spicy food?
Hang on, that incident was due to a very hot spicy curry, about 7 years ago! 
Anyway, yes I did have Jerk Chicken, once, the final night buffet at our host Oualie resort. Other than that, the four of us, shared cooking duties. Being in adjourning bungalows we stocked the fridge full on day one at the local super market, not so easy gettting the shopping back in the local Reggae Reggae mini bus, a different story.
Between Ewan, Lizzie, Adam and Myself, we cooked up a piece de resistance each night. The speciality was the final days lunch extraordinaire, aka use everything up. Rolls filled with peanut butter, scrambled egg and split peas, washed down with red cabbage salad. Apparently according to Chain Reactions Grant, we were breaking all the pre flight dietary rules! 
Cooking the final days lunch special!

Sounds like you laid about in hammocks and on the beach all day, were you not meant to do a Triathlon?
Ah yes another element of the prize was free entry into the Nevis Triathlon. Which we were in top form for. After our end of season break, of doing bugger all, eating and drinking aplenty, we were in fine form! That didn't matter, this was a more laid back, fun race. The sea swim was just as much about spotting a sea turtle and the ride about avoiding monkeys than PBs. Recovering from an Achilles injury I took part in the relay, doing the swim leg, passing onto Adam who rode the bike so hard it punctured so he ran it down the road and passed the baton to Always Aim High boss Tim Llyod who put his competitive spirit into action as he sprinted for the line in an epic sprint finish. Ewan won the standard distance men's race, with tri247.com Paul Shanley in second, while Jane Hansom, who was ultimately responsible for us being in Nevis in the first place, won the ladies event. A top effort by all in the heat, I was pretty happy to be only involved in the swim.

Ewan and Jane won the Olympic Distance race, while I was joined in the relay by Adam and Tim. Good to see Tim put in some effort! 

If you win the prize again next year, can you take me? 
I think you should enter the Slateman, Sandman and Snowman triathlons and try and bag that holiday yourself! You can enter them here.

All in all it was a fantastic week away. I can not thank Jane Hansom, Greg from @NevisNaturally and the Always Aim High team enough for such an incredible prize. 

The week in Nevis brings the end of season break to a close. Training will resume, it has been great having a rest since Snowman at the start of October. It has been nice spending time with friends and family, celebrating weddings, congratulations Nikki and Alex. Taking my role as chief clown at the hen do seriously and abandoning the structured swim, bike, run training for a few weeks. 
This time of year is great, the training instructions from coach Lou were "do what you feel like" so the mountain bikes got muddy, the cafe stops got longer and generally nothing has been too serious. I think that may all change though...

A big thanks to my sponsors Raceskin and Always Aim High. It is great to be working with you guys. I look forward to keeping toasty wearing your kit during winter training. I know the school kids at Lingfield Notre Dame School appreciated the buffs, water bottles and swim caps  supplied by Always Aim High. Having quiz prizes definitely made the talk I did for them way more fun. So thanks guys.

A final big thank you to Sarah J Pitts, Chris Kitson and Danica Bonello Spiteri for all their help, magic hands and knowledge in their ongoing help with fixing my dodgy achilles. 

Good luck with your own winter training and hope you all have your thermals ready!

Thursday 9 October 2014

Season Finale at Snowman

"Moel Siabod? You are going up Moel Siabod? The 872m high mountain?"

"Ummm yup, should I be nervous about this?"

"I have been up there once, it was a days hike"

"Oh, we can't be going all the way to the top if it's part of a triathlon, its only slightly longer than a standard Olympic distance triathlon"
Ignorance is bliss!!

Snowman Triathlon, 750m lake swim, 69km undulating bike and 9km run up and down Moel Siabod (872m high). The final race of the 2014 season, race number 11 and I'm glad I had stuck to my normal pre race routine of being totally naive & clueless for what this triathlon had in store.

"Due to conditions on the top of the mountain all competitors are required to take hat, gloves, legging and waterproof top on the run" 
A new experience placing a woolly hat in T2.
"It can't be that mountainous surely?" I'm thinking.
North Wales. The perfect outdoor playground. Always Aim High, the company behind the Slateman, Sandman, Snowman Triathlon series had utilised the stunning Snowdonia scenery to perfection. My original plan at the beginning of the season had been to enjoy Slateman as a scenic/different race. Then crack on with the 'normal' races. Slateman blew my mind, the sound of cowbells rang in my ears for days after, alongside the memory of running up the Dinorwig slate quarry zig zags. Most of all, it was the friendliness of the staff, volunteers, supporters and fellow competitors that made the weekend so memorable. After hearing that the male and female with the lowest cumulative time would win a weeks holiday to the Caribbean Island of Nevis, I committed to returning in a bid to win the prize and experience the North Wales magic twice more.
   North Wales; an outdoor paradise, designed to be played in.

Saturday afternoon, I stood outside on the wooden balcony of Plas y Brenin National mountain centre, Capel Curig. The Snowman race HQ, being interviewed by Arwyn & his pretty intimidating TV camera.
"How do you feel about the race?"
I'm pretty nervous I say, looking up at the mountain tops draped in cloud.
I think back to earlier in the day, swimming in the lake with Adam and Chris, the water temperature,surprisingly OK, it was the shivering and degree of coldness I felt once out and stood in my wet triathlon suit that concerned me. The prospect of jumping on my bike and cycling 69km in a wet cold triathlon suit, was not an appealing one. T1 would be spent pulling on warm layers I decided. Arm warmers, a dry T-shirt and socks I hoped, would hold off hypothermia. I don't mention this, I rattle something off, tried to crack a joke or two (very badly, I'm no comedian, though I often forget this)
Nervous about getting a puncture I attached the spare inner tube, pump and tyre levers to my bike along with a chocolate bar, 2 gels and coke. The chocolate bar fell off, I managed 2 swigs of coke and thankfully i didn't succumb to any punctures.
"You won the Slateman, you won the Sandman, can you win the Snowman & that Caribbean holiday?" 
The Caribbean holiday, something I had been trying not to think about, yet the topic all my friends and family asked me about. Yes I had a good time buffer over Dorothy the second place female in the series but I knew anything could happen, a puncture or two? A twisted ankle on the mountain. I tried to fob the question off, trying to convince myself I was only focussing on the race. A harder task than I thought.

So yes I came out of the dark, cold lake still in one piece, I hadn't turned into an ice block. Yes I stuck to my plan of putting my arm warmers and T-Shirt on. Though I forgot the socks. The bike had it all. Long gradual ascents, long sweeping descents, short steep climbs, tight turns, dramatic mountain scenery, rain and sunshine. 69km of challenging riding. 

I entered T2 as first female having dug my teeth into the hills. Socks and new trail shoes on. Moel Siabod, lets be hav'in ya! Ahh so we are going all the way to the top, I realised as I clambered over one of the styles and looked up. Lesson learnt, do not look up.
"Do not look up, just keep putting one foot infront of the other" 
"This is flipping ridiculous!"

(Just two of the less explicit thoughts whirling round my head)
I touched the cairn that marked the top of Moel Siabod and turned ready for the descent. Wow! The clouds had cleared and a 360 degree vista appeared, including Snowdon and the surrounding mountains. The torture of ascending was quickly forgotten I was like a kid in a candy shop, or more accurately a Geography graduate in Geography heaven! Quickly realising I was not out for a days geography field trip. I slipped, slid, fell and trundled back down. My descending skills being far worse than my ascending. 


3hours 40minutes of fun in the mountains and I felt that sweet sensation of breaking the tape. A new course record was a bonus alongside the knowledge I had won the series and booked my seat to Nevis. Chris made a great race video that you can enjoy here and there is a race report here 

Good to christen the new RaceSkin Kit with a win. Thanks RaceSkin

Once more the supporters with their cowbells, fellow competitors, race volunteers and staff made this a truly spectacular race. For me the weekend had been made by staying with fellow competitor Stell and her two sons Mabon and Merin who generously hosted Adam, his Dad Chris and Myself in their incredible house in Dinorwig perched on the side of the mountain. We let off Chinese lanterns on the Saturday night, feasted on incredible food and were been made so very welcome. Lots of laughter, stories and adventures were shared so Thank You Stell, Mabon, Meryln, Adam and Chris for a fantastic weekend.
Not only Thank You but Well Done Stell on winning your age category, and your swim events in the Gala the day before!

 Thanks Stell for being such a fantastic host.

Well Done Ewan for winning the series on the male side. Looking forward to our trip to Nevis!

Finito. For me the 2014 triathlon season is done. My training diary for the next 2 weeks is completely empty. Thanks Lou! My body very much looking forward to being given a breather.

"Are you seriously going to do that? I'm not sure that's realistic!" Is my mums response to hearing my plans for the next week.
"Realistic" it's a good job I have always had my own interpretation of this.
Maybe in the next blog post I will tell you whether or not it was "realistic" and how it went....!
A huge Thank You to Always Aim High. The Slateman, Sandman and Snowman have been  a blast. I could now go into the roofing tiling business!

Friday 26 September 2014

Riding the Roller Coaster



"Next adventure is Austria, for the European Duathlon Championships on 24th August. I have been selected for my first elite Great Britain vest. A complete honour."

That was how the last blog ended. And so this post should, in theory be about Alpine adventures, Bavarian dancing, feasting on Schnitzel, rehydrating on beer and the famous Lederhose garments! 
Unfortunately not. My elite GB kit remains in it's packaging at the bottom of the wardrobe, untouched. 
On the Thursday, 6 days before my scheduled flight to Austria I took at tumble on Chain Gang (for the non cyclists this is a fast group ride, where your heart and lungs explode!) What happened? I'm not too sure, I woke up in an ambulance, my tyre leavers, spare inner tube and pump still in my jersey pocket and digging into me. The paramedic's were fantastic and provided first class treatment, though obviously not a cyclist as thought i was bonkers when mentioning this to them. Apparently I had gone straight over the handlebars, perils of pot holes. A huge Thank you to the Alba Rosa guys who sorted me out that day. A night in Harrogate hospital with a few broken fingers and a suspected fractured elbow and wrist. Bugger!
This wasn't part of the plan!

The cast was cut off the next morning as the doctor didn't think it was fractured. Torn tissue on the elbow and a sprained wrist with a few broken fingers and a nice black eye and bruised face. Brilliant I will be able to race in Austria after all.

Wednesday 20th August, bike box packed in the middle of living room, taxi about to arrive in 45minutes, I was off to Austria to make my GB elite debut. I looked at the bike box, how was I even going to carry it around the train station and airport? I couldn't even pick up a saucepan with my right hand, it was still so bruised and sore. I knew in my heart, this wasn't going to work, despite having been sat on the turbo in the last few days in a valiant attempt to convince myself i would be OK, I still couldn't put any weight on my handlebars. A big Thank You Dave Newport for being such an understanding GB team manager, one of the hardest phone calls I have had to make.

When the dream of competing for your country at the top level disappears what do you do? Go to your mum's, curl up in a ball on the sofa and drink copious amounts of tea! The perfect way to heal the body and soul. Thanks Mum and thank you to everyone for the cake,rocky road (Jo), jokes, phone calls, messages, they made me smile.

What next? I could call a day on my season? It had been good, I had achieved some decent results. Yes it would end on a low, but my body was battered. I couldn't even touch my head, my elbow wouldn't bend, my fingers were broken, my face was a mess. But I still had two races on my radar, the Sandman and Snowman Triathlons, part of the three race series in North Wales, organised by Always Aim High. I had won the first race in the series, The Slateman and the lure of returning to the magnificent North Wales scenary and the small issue of an awesome series prize played on my mind. 
So with the help of my coach, Lou, some innovative adaptions to training, one armed swimming, turbo training and some strong bandages and a lot of Ibuprofen, I got back to business, preparing for Sandman Triathlon in Anglesey on Sunday 21st September. 
Wrist in a splint and a few broken fingers requires some different training.
Me "I'm not designed for the turbo, i'm meant to be out in t'dales"
Coach lou "Yes and your designed to have two working wrists"
Long turbo sessions into the dark it was, good job my neighbours already thought I was crackers!


Anglesey, you were so worth it. Newborough forest and Llanddwyn beach, what a stunning venue for a race. Thanks Always Aim High for such a high quality event.

 Thank you to Rohan for putting Adam and myself up on your lounge sofa's and making us feel at home. Obviously it was all plain sailing. We arrived on Friday evening, would chill out and recce the bike course on Saturday, have a dip in the sea and be ready for race day on Sunday. The bike recce went well. Adam even made a a little video of it, which you can enjoy here. Unfortunately bank cards are not widely accepted at cafes in this part of the world, so lunch was put on hold. "It's not too far, just a short walk" I tried to convince Adam. It was MILES! from the registration to the beach. Keen not to have the long walk back up after having a dip in the sea, we hitched a lift from Jay and Nikki in their super cool red van, back up to our car. Feeling very chuffed with ourselves for avoiding the long slog back up from the beach, we headed off for a very late 4pm pub lunch. On returning to Rohan's house in Bangor I realised I had left my wetsuit in Nikki and Jays red van! All I knew was that Nikki and Jay were staying at a campsite and vaguely recalled them talking about some vineyard. Leaving Adam to cook dinner, I headed back to Anglesey to search of a red van in one of the many campsites. After some searching and asking a few locals I pulled into a field. There were Nikki, Jay the red van and my wetsuit drying in the sun. Relief! 
I had heard, like the Slateman, the Sandman would be tough. A sea swim, a longer than normal bike at 63km and a 10km run on sandy trails, sand dunes and the beach. It was Brutal with a capital B. The run was probably the toughest 10km run i have ever done, flipping heck, it was tough. However the sun shone, I swam and rode hard and survived the run to break the tape first and keep myself in the hunt for the series prize. 


The smile says it all!
 A stunning race venue, but some serious pain. Brutal and Beautiful! 

You can catch the action and my post race ramblings on Channel 4 and Eurosport in the near future!

A HUGE THANK YOU to everyone who has helped me survive the roller coaster last few weeks. 


And hot off the press, exciting development is i have my first ever sponsor....drum roll...I am proud to say I will be racing and training in RaceSkin kit, so a huge thank you to Colin at RaceSkin (www.raceskin.co.uk) for this opportunity, more on this in the next blog post. 


Thursday 14 August 2014

Bertha stole my hair tie and other summer tales

July, a time for rest, recuperation, recovery, a half way point in the racing calendar, a chance to gear myself up for the second half of the season.

I decided not to race in July. Last year I reached my main race, the World Age Group Championships in London, tired. Physically and mentally worn out. So to prevent a repeat this year, I thought a mid season breather would do the trick and enable me to finish the season with a strong flourish.
So we cycled from Calais to Amsterdam on Hybrid bikes, panniers full (mainly of Belgium chocolates) taking in the delights of northern France, Belguim; mainly the waffles and chocolate and Holland; no clogs, but we did see a token windmill or two.
Rest and recuperation is different for everyone, right?!

July was a great month, not that I am biased, being a Cancerian (8th of July, don't feel like you have to get me a birthday present, but you have the date now).
I was inspired, aplenty as the Tour de France swept through Yorkshire.
Day one highlights was witnessing Jens Voight's solo breakaway, this was the colourful German's 17th Tour, pretty impressive. His post stage interview is worth a watch. He really lives up to  his #shutuplegs slogan!
Some of the highlights from the Tour Weekend, including watching the parade in Leeds City centre, with Drum and Whistle. Grinton Moor Hill lined with spectators, Adam and Pete with the party hooters in Hawes and cheering the peloton on at the top of Grinton Moor. If you are going to spectate you may as well do it properly with all the gear...


Cheering on Leader Jans Voight (#ShutUpLegs)

Cycling, as a theme dominated much of life op north. Beryl Burton, the play, shown at the West Yorkshire Playhouse in leeds, depicted the Life of Beryl Burton, arguably the most prolific British female cyclists of all times.
The play was outstandingly good, full of slap stick comedy, entertaining and humourous it gave a real insight into an incredible lady. This picture shows the stage in the final scene, the stage littered with the trophies that mark Beryl's remarkable achievements such as five times world pursuit Champion, Thirteen times national champion, twice road racing champion and twelve times national champion.Read more about the incredible Beryl Burton here.

Inspired by Beryl, Jens Voight and all the guys in the Tour, off we trundled on our trusty Trek 7.0s, across to Europe of the Ferry for a week cycling from Calais to Amsterdam. 'We' being Foley, Jo and Myself, friends from our Loughborough University days. We started university life together, and ended it as house mates and great friends in Edelin Road, with many adventures in between, many, being far too inappropriate to recall in this public sphere of cyberspace. Every year since graduating in 2009 we have got together for a spot of cycling, 2009 was Lands End to John'Groats; a two man tent between the three of us, no cycling experience, 3 new hybrid Trek 7.0s, that we believed were the bee's knees and a few pages of the road atlas ripped out to guide us the length of the country. We survived, and each year more cycle adventures have followed.
                                It's all under control!"Now where are we...?"
 Beautiful smooth, quiet cycle paths line the canals. Ideal cycling 
It's Holland, there has got to be a windmill somewhere..

Back in the country, Trek 7.0 hybrid back in the garage, road bike out, i realise I better crack on with a bit of training during July seeing as i had a few races lined up.

London Triathlon: Race 3 in British Elite SuperSeries Sunday 3rd Aug
2014: 2.07.32 Swim 25.34 Bike 1.02 Run 35.22 (20th/26 Elite Senior Females)
Last year: place, 2.17.58- Swim 29.05  Bike 1.05.48 Run 39.23 (12th/14 Elite Senior Females)

A good year's progress! but still along way to go, to be at the sharper end.
What to say about the race? What makes a good race report? Drama, action, suspense? Well I am not sure I can provide much of that. I sat on my bed, in the cheapest hotel in Barking,on race morning, eating my breakfast of rice pudding (from the can, cold, don't knock it till you have tried it! I reckon Beryl Burton would have approved) watching the build up to the Women's road race at the Commonwealth Games. A momentus occassion for Englands, Emma Pooley, her final competitive cycling race. Read about her incredible career here and her future plans into the world of triathlon. An exceptional athlete and one of the key figures responsible for La Course, the women's one day cycle race that ran alongside the Final stage of the Tour de France, in paris, a big step for female cycling. You can read more about it here.

So back to it, fuelled on my rice pudding, and pumped up by the Commonwealth Games action, I got warmed up by negotiating the pot holes and traffic as I cycled through Barking to the Excel centre, remined me of my daily commute from Brixton to Croydon when I lived and worked in South London, just less Jerk chicken shops in North London.
Non wetsuit swim, found me floundering at the back, again, ahhh the swimming frustrations continue. Elo du lart, emerged out of the docklands with me,we set about reeling in people on the bike, 2 up tt'ing around the course, we gathered up a small train. This is where getting chewed up and spat out regually on chain gang, really pays dividends. Onto the run, my legs felt surprisingly intact, started off steady, going out of transition, realising I was heading into a dead-end, 'jump over the barriers' shouted the amused spectators, I was tempted, looked at the official, reconsidered it. Did an about turn and retraced my steps. School girl error and it cost me the 15seconds i had managed to gain on the group coming into T2. Bugger.
Out on the run course, picking up way through, I felt decent, but ran out of tarmac and time to make up much more ground. Basically i need a 200m swim, a 40km ride and a 14km run, that would be ideal for me. Shame it's 1500m, 40km, 10km really.
Pretty happy with the result, times indicate the run had to be short! Someones trundle wheel had a malfunction that morning!? Good progress from last year, though still my swim lets me down.
Attacking the bike with a Lion's size Roar having been dropped like a Goldfish in a Sea of Sharks (love an animal analogy!)

Liverpool Triathlon, 4th Race in British Elite Superseries and British Sprint Champs.
2014:1.09.27 Swim 11.44 Bike 38.12 Run 18.02 (18th/ 26 Elite Senior Females)
Last year: 1.10.29 Swim 12.24 Bike 36.41 Run 20.25 (13th/16 Elite Senior Females) 

It was a good job I had had my curly locks cut a few days before, as Hurricane Bertha whipped my hair tie off my head, leaving me to run around Liverpool city centre looking pretty bedraggled. Wet curls, skewing my vision!
I had great memories from Liverpool last year, an odd thing to say if you saw the results, 13th/16 last year, but cycling with funtastic Sam Anderson and running along a spectator lined run route with buzzing atmosphere was great. With those memories I was looking forward to competing again in Liverpool. To add to the excitment, we had world number one, American Gwen Jorgenson, also on the start line and in a way more excitingly for me, a chance to race my favourite Maltese Doctor, Danica, recently returned to being my neighbour in Leeds after her Commonwealth games exploits. We hadn't raced each other this year, but there had been alot of chat in training so we were eager to renew competitive juices, it was 1 a piece from last year! Not that we are too competitive...

Danica and myself set off together in my Micra, loaded up with bikes and wheels, thankfully 3 pairs, which were needed.
Bike check official " Those are ZIPP SLS?"
Me "Absolutely, look how fast and shiny they are" (me feeling as pleased as punch)
Official " These are not on the official list' 
Me "But those bikes have exactly the same wheels" (pointing at least 5 bikes with ZIPPs)
Official "Those are last years model ZIPP SL, they are fine, your's, this years ZIPP SLS, are not on the list"
Me "Because I have a little extra 'S' after the SL on the sticker, they are not allowed?"
(you can imagine what i was now thinking!!)
 Mad dash back to the car, through the centre of liverpool, quick wheel change and back, thank you Danica for your training wheels, thats one way of getting the heart rate up.

19.5 degrees, Hallelujah! 0.5 degrees was going to save my arse. 0.5 degrees meant wetsuits were on. That is like giving me a lifeline, or so I thought. Premature happiness, it turned out to be! 3rd to last out the water, the bike was a case of just staying up right in the wind as I clawed my way back through the field. The dead turns and wind made solo cycling pretty tough work. Onto the run, 5km felt pretty short in comparison to last weeks 10k. The picture below on the finishing straight sum's up how I felt; wet, tired, battered by Bertha and so relieved to be done.

Post race, people were collapsing left right and centre, space blankets were given out. Ah but Suze, you look chirpy and up for a chat, so can you help out WhoelEarthFoods with chatting some nonsense whilst holding a peanut butter smoothie. Click here if you fancy seeing the below interview, nice video by @wholeearthfoods

Again the atmosphere in Liverpool was great, despite the weather, the organisation superb and all the volunteers super helpful, can not fault it.

Post race, Danica and myself taking shelter from Hurricane Bertha in a Bus shelter as we battled the elements though Liverpool to the car. (Our competitive rivalry continues as Danica unfortunately had a puncture, though a super swim and start to the bike, makes me think, she would have well and truly beaten me .....next time Danica!)

So July and August have been great, bit of racing, bit of spectating world class sport in fancy dress, bit of cycle touring across europe....

Next adventure is Austria, for the European Duathlon Championships on 24th August. I have been selected for my first elite Great Britain vest. A complete honour. 



Right ho, i am off to the gym to get strong and flexible....just like this incredible Ninja Warrior (well worth a watch)

Happy Training and Racing

Wednesday 2 July 2014

Hitting the snooze button...


7 races
4 Duathlons (run, bike, run)
3 Triathlons (swim, bike, run)
….with a sprinkling of bike & run races in between. Time to hit the snooze button...
And a few other vital stats...
 piece of fan mail (a 'Well Done' card from my Mum surely counts)
3 name checks in magazines (admittedly my mum wrote 2 of these for the local village parish magazine, i'm sure subscription numbers are at least in double figures)
9.5 days the weather man has claimed 'tomorrow will be sunny' and this is the view....i thought bike scrubbing post ride was a winter activity!







So here is a quick recap of the 2014 race season so far…
1.3.14- 7th York Crit race
8.3.14- 5th  (1st in Age Group) Dambuster Duathlon
30.3.14- DQ British Elite Duathlon Champs (racking error!)
13.4.14- 12th Sheffield Cycle road race
27.4.14- 1st Stockton Duathlon
7.5.14- 1st John Carr 5km running road race
18.5.14- 1st Slateman Triathlon
31.5.14- 1st World Duathlon Age Group Championships, Pontevedra
9.6.14- 13th Blenheim Elite Superseries Triathlon,
21.5.14- 2nd Dambuster Triathlon
And in pictures with captions….
 AlbaGirls post York Crit race- drinks on Seonaid for our domestic duties! Good Luck Danica and Seonaid at the Commonwealths in Glasgow!