I am officially a repeat offender. I have done it again. Another 70.3 under my belt. And this time, it was all different. To be quite honest, after not being able to run the stupid run in the 70.3 Mallorca, the dehydration and the spiking heart rate and the subsequent physical meltdown including the ongoing health…
I forgot to write, yes indeed! I was so busy with training and work, I never had the half hour to compose a blog. Shame on me. And now, Ironman 70.3 Ireland is here! It’s tomorrow! I’ll quickly give you a rundown of events until today. I did the Streets of Galway and I did…
Training for an Ironman 70.3 is not easy when the weather is really, really against you. This last week was one downpour. You could never be sure when the rain was going to hit you because it was striking from out of nowhere at any time. Preferably when I was getting on the bike to…
Long time, no posting, huh? Well, as announced, I made a trip to the homeland the very night a wrote my last post and I did not take my laptop with me this time. I had enough to carry with me as it was and to top things off, I had obviously hurt my calf…
I’m finally, finally back into the training routine even though my lungs are worse than ever. On Tuesday, the aquathon series started. The weather was miserable. Well not miserable miserable, more like way too windy for my taste and looking awfully like it was going to rain. The temperature was actually a pleasant 20 °C.…
So this week was my first real race after Mallorca. My motivation wasn’t the greatest but I knew that if you fall of a horse, you had better get back on it. And that’s what this was going to be. I slept enough before the race as it wasn’t going to start until 3 pm…
Because Galway 70.3 is really only 7 weeks away and I can only train for another 6 (because we must taper), I really need to get back to my running. And so I did tonight. I felt tired, the air was just one thick wet curtain, it was windy and cold. Obviously, I wasn’t going…
HA! I went running for a full 11 km today. And HA! again. I ran at a decent 6:03 min/km. HA! HA! Funnily enough, all the way through the run, I felt like I was really crawling. My heart rate was at a steady 158, only creeping into the low 160s on the hills. And…
Some higher power does not want me to finish my second 70.3. It can’t be anything else. My tri season is all messed up anyway. Basically, I will go out of this season having done 2 sprints, 2 Ironman 7o.3 and not one Olympic (there should have been 2). I’ve already come to terms with…
I know it’s been a week since the race. I haven’t had the time nor the brain to tell you all about it. I still cannot believe that it is now all over. What a journey I had, what a race I had. But let me start at the beginning. Before I left for Mallorca…
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