Cyclocross Season 2014 – 2015 starts in Rathfarnham Village

David Conway and David Furlong were in action at the Rathfarnham Village Cyclocross race with Conway taking Furlongs scalp (not a easy thing to do for various reasons!)

David Furlong in action

David Furlong in action

Results ttp://www.elitetiming.co.uk/Results/Ra … esults.pdf

Short Report by David Furlong

“This was a one-off race run by the organisers of the Supercross Cup, which I raced last year. It was in conjunction with Rathfarnham Village festival and bound to be good craic. After all the solo trips last year I was delighted to have convinced DC to give it a go this year…

What can I say…it was deadly as usual! Start was a sprint down the main street of Rathfarnham around onto the main rd, down a side lane onto a ramp, down a steep bank then into a wood with some sketchy singletrack (including a drop some mtb’ers would baulk at :) ), then the obligatory tight turny bits, hurdles and back up then steep bank. Then repeat 6 times. The aerial shot below gives an idea.

hats off to the organisers, great idea, great venue, LOADS of spectators, very family friendly. I was telling DC all last year how he’d love this cyclocross lark and lo and behold he declared to me afterwards that it was the best racing buzz he’s had since his first mtb race. “

Wild Bill does Ironman Austrailia 2014

Race Report by Bill Barry

“Ok, I may as well start at the beginning. A long long time ago in a galaxy far far away. Ok, not a galaxy, but ya get the idea. When I was a chap, while I was up waiting for some late night metal show, I came across this documentary about a guy who had Aids and after some time of self pity and abuse he decided to change his life around. He ended up doin an Ironman( i think Hawaii ). It was a very inspiring docu, and as I had seen some Triathlons and enjoyed watching them, I said to myself that one day I would do an Ironman. 
Fast forward quite a few years, and drunk one night at a wedding, surrounded by my fellow almost retired footballers, I declared I would do an Ironman before I was 40. Waking up the next morning, I realised that not only had I set myself a goal, but I had given myself a deadline. Oh sh*t, what have I done. Ok, its out in the open, I may just go and do it. 
The next year I did my first triathlons and I was on the way. A few of my friends decided they were fed up of team sports, and they were taking up tri as well. Because of young kids i decided I would wait till my youngest Renee was at least sleeping through the night before comitting to the preperation for Ironman. In the meantime my mate had only went and done an Ironman before me. The cheek. He wanted to get it in before kids!! Wise move. Anyways, my mate, the one and only David Devine from Waterford tri club set a benchmark of 10:54. So there was my target. As you can see I’m not the least bit competitive!!!!!

Bill beats the hell out of Ironman Oz!

Bill beats the hell out of Ironman Oz!

I was planning on doing Austria as my mate had done Austria, and lets be straight, I wanted more than anything to beat him. But myself and Alma were saving to go to to visit our best friends in Sydney the year after, and after a suggestion while on skype to them, I decided to kill two birds with one stone and do my Ironman in Australia. So some time last November, I embarked on my Ironman training. I tried my best to follow the Joe Friel training plan. It was a long lonely, cold, sleep deprived Winter. Training was done mostly in the mornings before work or straight after work. Long runs and bikes early Sat/Sun to get back to spend time with family. But to be honest, I wasn’t much company!!!! The training got especially tough in the New Year when sessions were too long for indoor training, but the weather was shocking for outdoor. I would have loved to train more with all you guys, but I was on a different plan than ye, and I wasnt the most reliable time keeper when fatigue started to set in and I would give myself an extra hour in bed. Thr training in the pool with you guys really set me up well for my swim. Liam worked wonders with my stroke, and my competitive nature made sure Peter and Don pushed me hard. On one of my toughest days out on the bike I met a similarly soaked and cold Fintan going the opposite direction on the Carlow/Kilkenny road. As it turned out I had to abandon after 140k due to being soaked right through and shivering with the cold. But the thoughts that my team-mate was out suffering too, kept me going to that point. I couldnt wait to get to the sunshine in Oz.
The stress of the logistics of getting myself, wife, two kids, and the precious bike to Oz, and to the start line was made minimal by Alma’s brilliant skills and hard work organising everything from flights, accomodation etc. My mate in Oz, Pa was great and collected us from the airport and roped in a mate Trent to carry me and the bike. We arrived at our rented house in North Bondi, and began the acclimitisation process. A week of very little sleep followed, as the kids were bouncing off the walls with energy in the middle of the frickin night!!!! The second day there, Pa had me up at 5 in the morning to cycle out with him and his mate (ex pro-cyclist) to West head. Undulating he said. I’m on taper I said. We’ll take it easy he said. Easy and undulating it wasn’t, but boy was it worth it. It blew the cobwebs and jetlag off me and I was rewarded with one of the most enjoyable cycles of my entire life. And the scenery was fantastic. I had two weeks of taper training( and sight-seeing) in Sydney before my race and Pa became my tour guide around Sydney, training in Centennial Park on bike, running along Bondi beach, and swimming in sydney harbour behind a shark net in Parsley Bay. On one loop around the small bay, as I swam along the shark net I suddenly noticed a very large, fast, dark shadow on the other side of the net!! I practiced my T1 transition as quickly as possible!! 
The Thursday before race day we drove the five hours to Port Macquarie. By we, I mean Alma and Pa drove. Our family in one car, Pa, Lily and their two boys in the other. I was delighted they were coming to cheer me on. We were staying in a motel 100m from the swim start. Race check in and I was finally starting to get nervous. Did some recce’s of the course and first thing I noticed as we drove the bike course was the road surface. It was shit. Even Alma noticed it just from driving on it. That had me worried. Did a short brick recce and I was happy enough with that. Two days out I did the early morning swim on course. All the Aussies were remarking how cold the water was. It was like a frickin bath. Yez should try swim in Lough Dan!!!! I swam up to the first turn and I didn’t feel particularly well. I decided there and then to ignore Joe Friel and give myself a rest day the day befor race. Also I took a spin out to the new addition to the swim course. Namely a concrete weir we had to climb in the middle of the swim. More on that later. 
Race morning, and I was quite calm. The kids weren’t too happy at being woken in the middle of the night, but Alma got the cheer squad up and at em. Wetsuit on and across the road for swim start. Pa met me in the carpark which was being used as assembly point and that was a very welcome sight. Swim start was the new rolling swim start, which meant I had to pick my forecasted swim time. I went for second group of 1:00 to 1:10. Ambitious I thought but hey, give it a go. Before I knew it our group was released and it was a very casual stroll down to waters edge and over the timing mat to start my race. All very surreal after a few years of bedlam swim starts. I got into my stroke very quick and noticed I was travelling at roughly the same pace as a guy beside me , so I decided to tuck in as close as I could to avail of a draft. After a few hundred metres we approached the first of many doglegs on the swim course. It was the first time I saw a bouy as lots of moored boats were blocking our view. I noticed the guy I was drafting on my right had pushed me way out left of our first dogleg right. I made a decision there and then to do my own sighting from that point. Sighting was difficult with all the boats, but thanks to Liam’s sighting practice in the pool(boy did i curse him at the time) I made my way towards the weir. Going over the weir the first time wasn’t too bad(if a little odd), but on the way back down the scaffold steps were only half the width of the out section. It made for a very contested approach to the second stair climb. This really got my blood going. I probably swam way faster in the second half, coz I was fighting for position the whole way back down through all the boats and doglegs til I could finally see the final turn into swim finish. I came out of the water feeling upper body tired but like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders and relieved that phase one had been ticked off. I have to say that the feeling I had throughout the swim was that I was swimming consistent but slow. I got a nice little surprise later. 
So, into T1 and took my time and was quite calm through my routine. Collected the bike and I was off. This I was dreading. It was a bit fresh at the start but I knew I’d warm up. Lots of people around me were wearing jackets!! The route out of town started with a testy little climb that I was to discover after had been added to the run route!! It was up and down for the first few km’s and I found myself being passed by lots of people going up the climbs and then passing same said people on the way down other side. I didn’t care, i was sticking to my plan not to raise my HR. Eventually got out on the open road and felt comfortable enough at my selected pace, if a little rattled on the heavy-gritted road. After a few km’s a marshall came up beside me and started yelling at a group behind me. I didn’t even know they were there.” Pass out or back off”. The course was flat on this coastal section but started to get a bit lumpy again comin out towards the turnaround. A few km’s out from the turnaround and I hear a familiar Irish voice hollering at me. Pa had driven out to cheer me on. I would be very welcome for that later on. Out to turnaround and back in by Pa and his son Lucas. That cheered me up again. On the way back into Port Macquarie I noticed the wind picking up a bit. And the climb up Matt Flinders drive was cruel after that distance. By the time i got back to town several people had come off their bikes due to the crosswinds at certain exposed points. Boy was I glad to have listened to the advice given by Pa’s Aussie mates to steer clear of full discs!! Heading to end of first lap I was very glad to be on target at 2:53 or thereabouts. And I still felt reasonably comfortable. But that was all to change. Met Alma and the kids on the climb out of town and Renee was fast asleep. The poor mite. Aveline was jumping around with a ‘Go Daddy sign’. When I got back out to flat coastal road I was met with an unrelenting headwind. Ah feck. My speed was down to 16mph and on the same stretch on the first lap I was 10mph faster. This is not good. The second lap outward was cruel in the extreme. By the time I met Pa near turnaround i was demoralised. Cooked I shouted at him. Bollox he shouted back. I trudged on. At the second turnaround(it’s a double turnaround per lap) I stopped to use the single portaloo. In my exhaustion I didn’t realise it was occupied. I sat on a fence and felt very sorry for myself. I may even have shed a tear.SShhh!! Had a chat with myself which went something like “you’ve come all this way, you’re not f***king giving in now.” Got back on the bike and carried on. Passed in by Pa again and had the strangest exchange. The way I heard it , he screamed at me ” get your f***king arse back into town, yer on the bloody home straight”. Apparently he said no such thing, and was very couteous and civil to me and just said softly to me to get myself back to the finish. Ya hear what ya need to hear I guess. Well, what I heard did the business and it spurrred me on. After I got through the horrible crosswinds on the bottom end of course I was back on the open highway and with a strong wind behind me i put the hammer down. Out went the HR plan and it was flat out all the way home. I pushed as hard as I could all the way back, til I got to Matt Flinders drive again. I’ll never forget the name of that hill. After almost 180km i nearly blew a gasket trying to power up it. Through all the ups and downs and crosswinds and into town. Boy was I glad that leg was over. I tried to push it all the way to finish, but Matt Flinders nearly broke me. Into T2 after 6:18. I was happy with that after the pain of that second loop. 
Into T2 and I was very glad to sit down for a minute. Young fella started to put suncream on my shoulders. Handed him my chamois cream and asked him if he’d do that too. We had a good laugh at that. “Ya can look after that yerself mate”. Out of the tent to start my first ever marathon and i was feeling very low. I knew my 11hr target was gone. But I was met by my wife just outside the fence and i stopped for a chat and grabbed a few gels on the table. I told her how I felt and she told me I had done a 1:05 swim. I thought it was more like 1:15-1:20. I was chuffed and that really made all the difference going into the marathon. My quads felt completely dead. Not sore, just dead. I set out at a slower pace than I was hoping for but picked it up a bit and really got going. This was my favourite discipline and i was determined to soak up the atmosphere and enjoy the run. The first test was the newly added hill on the way out of town. I ran up it at a strong pace and out past the club cheer area. This was an area the organisers had encouraged all the clubs to set up a cheer tent to create a bit of atmosphere. Why they had to make us run up a hill to get to it I’ll never know. But I was glad when they started cheering ‘come on bill’. How did they know my name? Maybe there’s another Bill behind me they know. Then on the way back through town a bunch of girls screamed ‘come on Bill Barry’. Then I realised I had my name on my number!! d’oh. I was tired!! The wind on the top end of course was very tough. Blowing from all angles. Then the lead woman came past me. Nice view, I’ll follow that for a while. That got me as far as the next fuelling station. The heat was starting to get to me on the second lap and I had no real nutrition or hydration plan for the run. I stopped at every second sation and grabbed a few gels and drank a few drinks. I had brought my own gels and most of my drinks on the bike leg and I was sorry I didn’t bring my own for run. Boy was I sorry. The Gatorade was barely tolerable and the gels were disgusting. By the third lap of four I was struggling and felt myself getting sloppy with my technique. I clipped my foot on a cobble block that was sticking up a bit and I jarred my ankle. I was really struggling with my ankle and couldn’t put my full weight on it when the camber changed. I could only run properly on the flat. By the middle of lap three I was walking through all the stations, I stopped and had a much needed chat with Alma and the kids and my mate Pa, but I couldn’t stomach the gels. The next station I stopped and stuffed my face with cakes and chocolate and drank a litlle coke. This eventually got through to my muscles and i started to feel a little better. On the fourth and final lap I got to the hill at the start and for the first time I walked up it. It took all my mental strength just to get running again. I really just wanted to walk to the finish. Then as I was starting to realise I was on my final lap, I passed a bunch of kids blasting out Slipknot!!! That was it, I was pumped. Your’e on the last f***king lap, your’e gonna do this. Let’s do this shit. I pumped out the last lap like a posessed maniac. I was screaming at people to get out of my way. On the run into town i picked it up another notch. The adrenaline was pumping now. I collected my last wristband and sprinted as hard as I could for the last few km’s. As I came into the finish I was running like a Phoebe-esque maniac and looking around for Alma and the kids. Couldn’t see them, but Pa nearly came out over the fence after me. I sprinted and jumped and fist-pumped all the way to the finish. You are an Ironman!!!!! I was carried to the recovery tent and sat down at a table and scoffed some pizza and coke. I nearly fell off my chair I was so exhausted, but some locals got me some more coke and propped me up. but I couldn’t hang around. All I wanted at that moment was my wife and kids. I stumbled out of the recovery tent and fell into my wife and kids embrace. What a day!!!!”

Roth Ironman 2014

Racing795 had a special weekend in Roth,Germany in July when 7 club members took home precious Iron-man medals in this grueling event which features a 3800m swim, 180km cycle and 42km run. To add to this, temperatures hovered in the mid 30 degrees making an already massive challenge even harder. Our athletes had been training specifically for this event for the past 6 months – 12 months with upwards of 20 hours a week and 12-15 hours been the norm. 6am starts and 2 sessions a day where a regular feature of each person’s training schedule while balancing family life and work commitments.

Roth 2014

Roth 2014

Dena Hogan, Joy Furlong and Louise Nolan were out first in the blazing heat and with all three good swimmers the real challenge would come later on the bike and run. Dena had a fantastic bike section completing the course in under 6 hours but severe dehydration struck during the run and she did fantastically well to complete the course in 11 hours 59 minutes. Joy put all her marathon experience into play and came home in a great 14 hours 11 minutes. But the time of the day belonged to Louise Nolan who came home in a fantastic 12 hours 52 minutes, well ahead of her own predicted time. Frank Burke, Fintan Redmond, Mike Ryan and Ross Moorehead set out approx. 45 minutes after the ladies and they had to call on all their experience and reserves on a brutally hot day. Ross was first home for the club in an impressive 11 hours 37 minutes closely followed by Fintan in 11 hours 49 minutes. Mike Ryan came home in 12 hours 35 minutes with an excellent 4.10 marathon run. Frank Burke, who had a hamstring injury coming into the event, had to battle every inch of the way and showed unbelievable resolve to come home in 13 hours 51 minutes. Each of the 7 displayed a brilliant determination to finish despite the blazing heat which is a real credit to them. 

Roth 2014

Roth 2014

Each would like to thank their friends, clubmates in 795 and other clubs and particularly their families for all the support both on the weekend itself but also over the previous 6 months. With Bill Barry already completing an Iron-man in Australia earlier in the year that makes 8 Iron-man medals this from a club of less than 50! Each of these now Iron-man holders came into Triathlon from various backgrounds and abilities such as running or cycling but none came with all 3 skillsets.

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Race report below from Frank Burke

“The Trot in Roth

Nine club members signed up for Roth thanks to Fintan obtaining codes from the organisers. These codes ensured we all got signed up for the event before it opened to all on the web. When Roth did open, it sold out in 8 minutes! I wonder had the Ironman talk last year, anything to do with this?!
Training started in earnest on January 18th armed with a plan from PJ -226 sessions of varying lengths – one for every Km to be covered on July 20th.Life became a routine of swimming, running, biking and physio (Paul Kelly’s elbow was an extension of my glutes for six months!) A lot of the bike sessions were gruelling in the rain and cold (no coffee stops!) – I remember one day in particular where we couldn’t feel our hands or feet on reaching Enniscorthy having come from Kiltealy and we still had to head home via Gorey and Carnew through a heavy mist – no coffee stops! Every Thursday, Ross Jim and I would hit the roads of Wexford and Carlow – no coffee stops. On one of these spins – Jim broke the news that he wasnt goin to Roth – then there was eight! Training progressed and lead to the Charlie Chaplin Sunday spins – where PJ, Mike Ross and I met up and headed off with 10m gaps between each on 90, 110, 130, 160km spins on the TT bikes – “all picture and no sound” – thee most unsociable cycles you were ever on. We then had “The Election bike spins” – another way of passing the time – commenting on all the election posters as we went thro counties Wexford, Carlow, Kilkenny and Laois. “Jaysus you could play handball of that lads forehead” etc. etc..

We then decided it would be a good idea to do some warm weather training to get away from the misery on the bike in Ireland. PJ organised the trip and off we went to Portugal. On the first day of training, PJ came off the bike – everyone on the road that day knew but no one said “He’s out for Roth”…..then there was seven!
May and June were tough months as the no of sessions stayed the same but the duration increased massively. One session ran into the next as you were either getting ready beforehand or washing gear after, packing bags, emptying bags, drying gear,making energy bars (and swapping recipes!!). Varing the diet on the bike became a major topic of conversation – sweet stuff on the long bikes was a killer and you came back with no gra for dinner. Bodels ham sandwiches came to mind along with a suggestion from Fintan that cheese was good for the palate. These were tried and definitely helped . Pool sessions were replaced by openwater swimming. I never did as little sea swimming as this year. Bagnalstown was a regular haunt for the river swims on Thurs and Sat eve’s with a stop off in Aldi for the aul bottle of red wine – purely medicinal of course (antioxidants to kill the germs)! 

At one stage we were covering half ironmen distances 3 weekends in a row and didn’t take much notice. A torn hamstring in June was bad timing (I’d like to say it was doing hill repeats- would sound more impressive than the daddies race at the school sports day!) I wondered if the number was reduced to six but lots of rehab, cryotherapy, ice baths helped to get me to the start line. Paul Kelly played a stormer!

Finally prep for the race began- bikes to Dublin for Shipmybike- Ross had spent alot of time and effort designing and printing Racing795 labels for our bikes and bags. Mike and I were soo impressed, but then he put a lot of prep into this event. He scoured Done Deal for a Tri Bike – regaled about the bike he was goin to buy while on the Sat morn bike spins and then….got PJ’s flight, PJ’s accomodation, Barry’s bike, Niall O’M’s jocks, Jim F’s socks and a bag in Mr Price. He did book the car and it was a pile of sh1t! – lots of gear grinding!

An early start, a flight to the airport (Ross drove) and another to Munich, and finally in Greding (great hotel-thanks to PJ) Over lunch it transpired that the bold Ross got an A in German while in college …. he then asked for the English menu! Our pre-race swim was like swimming in a lukewarm bath! Never made the race briefing- after dropping off the bikes in transition it took us too long to get out of the field where we parked. The organisers should give the national ploughing championships a ring on how to get people out of a field – german efficiency and all that…

Race morning was a 5am breakie. Got to the bridge in Hilpostein and got a first view of the transition and at 5.45am, the enormity of the whole event hit me square. Imagine looking down on croke park from the top stand and the whole field full of bikes and people. A quick good luck with Fintan and saw off Mike and Ross at 7.30. I was last to go. Wetsuit on at 7.30 and the sweat ran down my face – while in the shade!

Swim
Swam up to front for a bit of boxing, the canon went off just as I got there – happy days – what timing. Swim was enjoyable especially when my cap slipped off. I let it go an coolness on me aul bald head was heaven. No box given or taken. Out in sub 1.5hrs – v happy for this muck savage. T1 was good bar forgetting to put sun cream on legs (unshaven btw!!)

Bike
Now for the leg I was looking forward to – good road surfaces and warm air. I should fly this. Nutrition and hydration plan well practiced! That’s where it all went wrong. Heartrate of 115bpm was my plan for the bike and used it every time in last 6 mths. Hr strap didn’t work on the day, so abandoned the watch watching and went on feel. Hit Heindeck and a little hill out of town, left hammer felt weak… Dropped to small ring on every hill after that. Occasionally checked speed and couldn’t’ understand why I was soo slow as felt I was pushing it on an knew I had to leave something for the run. Ate all I was supposed to eat and drank 8.5litres of iso/water during the bike. My feet an head were cooking badly an after 60k I felt terrible. I reckoned if I got over the first loop I’d improve psychologically. Not the case. Second loop was even hotter. I’d freewheel down descents and try to lift my feet towards uppers of bike shoes to see if I could generate any air underneath to cool them. Watched with envy, other cyclists at aid stations pouring water through their vented bike helmets. I couldn’t with my aerohelmet (no vents- big mistake). Shoes were good road shoes and would have been better off with my cheap tri shoes – loads of vents, but I went with gear I was training in! School boy errors in hindsight – but then hindsight is the only exact science!

Going up Greding hill for second time, Paula ran alongside me and told her “ twould be a minor miracle if I finish” – not defeatist but a very very realistic assessment even with a half fried brain. After that climb, you hit a long stretch with a cross wind, tried to open up a little more. Back of right leg kicked off – f###! More stretching antics while still cycling.

With 20km to go I knew I was in real bother when a local (heading to the shop on an mtb) passed me on the outside of a bend going uphill and me on the tribars. I hadn’t realised I was going so slow…It was then I had a chat with myself. It was along the lines of “forget about a time and get this thing done”
BTW – there was a great gang of Racing795 support crew on Greding Hill and while I might n’t have shown it, they really gave us a lift going up that hill. Thanks to all of you – ye were brillant and other triathletes from Ireland got a great boost for ye also.
Never got off the bike for the 6.5hrs and as I watched lots getting off at top of aid stations an lying in shade on side of road, I reckoned if I did get off I might not want to or be able to get back on. Averaged 27.6km for bike according to my garmin – pitiful considering i was doing this at 32km average for the same distance albeit in 12-15 degress in Ireland.
Into T2 and sat on a bench in a tent which was probably very hot yet it felt pleasantly cool with the helmet discarded. Was fearful of how my soles would be on removing shoes. I promised myself id try the run an see how it would go. 

Run

Off on the run eventually – i wonder is their a prize for the longest transition :D . Passed among others a black guy with a Sheffield tri suit (he was walking) in first two km. Remarked to myself,” jaysus a black serious looking athlete is feeling the pinch – this must be hard!” Noticing this particular triathlete had major significance later!! Reckoned that my pace would be dictated by one thing – the energy levels I could muster to run as i felt so bad after getting of the bike, so my naivety pre race about 5.30 vs 5 45 per km made me laugh inwardly! Run plan was made up on the spot 1km in once I realised I could run at about 6.30/km – run for 1 hr but walk between every aid station and eat and drink something. Treat would be a five min walk at the end of the hour. This worked for first hour – jaysus only 8k done, 34k to go. Was going through an aid station at 12 or 13k and here I spot the same Sheffield triathlete walking again. He had obviously passed me at some stage and was in trouble again. Threw him a few words of encouragement and he ran along with me. This was to prove sooo important….

Hit 15k an cramp set in on left calf. Tried to stretch and left shin cramped. On shifting weight to other foot, the same happened to this one. PJ arrived out of nowhere and I could tell by his face he thought I was done. He was at me to run but the cramp was agony. I finally got walking while my Sheffield friend waited and encouraged along with PJ. Btw his name was Dave Campbell (9 ironmen completed – some in 9 hrs). He gave me a magnesium salt tablet which I finally managed to swallow with a gel an took another at an aid station. Cramp eventually dissipated and got back running again but every km was soo long. The run route was a tramps heartbreak with several long stretches along a canal with gravel and tour cyclists weaving in and out between runners.
Walk a bit, run a bit, eat a bit, drink a bit. It was a battle of wits at this stage. Dave and myself had a great chat all the way. You’re now thinking , if he was able to talk then he wasn’t working hard enough! The hr wasn’t v high I think but legs after the heat exhaustion on bike couldn’t do what the mind wanted them to do. The chat with Dave kept our minds off the km numbers and the time. Rain eventually came down which was like an aul gentle massage but I was already soaking wet from sweat an sponges of water over my head, garden hoses provided by German locals etc.If the sun hadn’t gone down and the rain arrived I can honestly say I would have dnf’d…I met a blind guy being lead around, a guy with a blade for a foot and a double amputee during my race all when I was at a low ebb and again, you reframe “jaysus what am I complaining about – man up!”

Ironically from 35k on, I would like to think I helped Dave get home as his leg cramped a lot and while I wanted to run on – we walked a good bit. I now was anxiously watching the clock as wanted to get under the 15 hr cut off, but I could n’t leave this guy who got me through the previous 20k! A bit of coaxing and cajoling an on we went. Met pj at 36 k and Bernie and Kate shortly after. They waited in the dark on the side of a bank having stood there for hours cheering on the whole crew earlier, to see me home – thanks girls, it was really appreciated at that stage!

Finished under the 15 hrs and the highlight was the last 30 seconds running down the chute with Conor and Luke. Into a tent that resembled the set from MASH – lots of triathletes on the horizontal with drips beside them. Muttered to doctor ” I drank loads” – he informed me that I could not physically be able to take in enough fluid in those conditions with the skin type I had. ” yah, we have a lot of Irish in this aid tent today”. Two bags of saline solution later they let me go. Thanks to PJ, Ross and Mike for sorting the bikes in the black dark in the middle of the countryside! Only found out from PJ at1am that I was 13hrs 51mins and not 14hrs 51min; twas a great surprise!

I felt my training kicked in on Monday rather than Sunday as I couldnt get over how good I am since the race. I was walkin like John Wayne (to rob a phrase from a funny text i got from Louise on Monday) but that was expected and pain is always only temporary. Was up Monday morning at 8 for breakfast and stayed going until early hours Monday night. Monday was 19 degrees an cloudy- perfect day for a race…. The day before was 15 degrees higher! There were Turkisk lads at our hotel and we spoke to them on Monday at breakfast – they suffered in the heat so what hope has a whest of Ireland lad got.

Stats:
Total time based on Garmin watch was 384 hours since Jan 18th to race day. But this does not factor in prep and travel time to and from these sessions!
946km of running
4463km of biking (turbo sessions distances not included in this figure)
170km of swimming

While I know this is a ridiculously long report – it was six months of training and a near 14 hour event and I have always learned from others in the club via the forum and hope that some of the above will help someone some day. Well done to the other 6 ironmen club members – it was fantastic that we all completed it.

Louise, IMO your achievement was outstanding considering your biking base and I know you won’t mind me saying that. When Lou joined the Tues morn swims she was a major help to me as she was just a little bit better than me so I had something to chase every Tues morn – that changed rapidly this year as her swimming got stronger and stronger. Joy – I always knew you would do it as your marathon experience meant your mental resolve was already proven. I would recommend anyone to look at the video clip on the Roth website of Joy getting out of the water…it says it all about her state of mind – fantastic. Dena and Fintan – it was always a case of how fast you two would do the IM – you two have taken up the mantel from Don with your constant improvement and commitment to triathlon and by taking on a coach to bring you to the next level. Dena your determination is unquestionable considering how deep you had to dig on the run to finish. Fintan completed a great race considering he did some extra distance on the bike course – leave you to tell that one Fint! Mike decided that the bike was not quite tough enough so he left on his back break and pushed through 180 k in 34 degrees of a hilly course, got off and then did a 4 hour 10 minutes marathon and he the other side of 50 – awesome! And then there is the enigma that is Ross (aka Horse Whisperer). “Jaysus me knees” – “jaysus i’m not feelin the love today” – “mightn’t stay with ye for long today but shur we’ll see how long the knees hold up”. These are just a selection of excuses Mike and I heard from him on our training spins! We’d check on him to see if he’s okay and then once he’d get a smell of home – off he’d go leaving everyone in his wake. Well I knew he’d swim and bike well but didnt know how he’d go on the run – would he blow up early? He nailed the race and put in a great time and beat the lot of us! 
Thanks to PJ for putting his efforts post injury into coaching Mike Ross and myself – not bad on the cv eh – having trained a sub 12, 13 and 14 hour Ironman at first attempt and for his support to all of us on the day in Roth. Thanks also to the Racing795 families who were extremely vocal along the route. In fairness the German people also gave savage support throughout the race.

Thanks to the people like Shaughs, John Dempsey, Yvonne, Bill Barry and others who I believe kept everyone up to date via Facebook on the splits of the seven of us and all the club members past and present for their interest in all of us and how our training was going, the text messages and phonecalls while in Germany and thanks to the three other ironmen – Peter, James and Jim who paved the way for all these adventures! 

We all have alot of coulda, woulda, shoulda and while they are all pertinent in some way, the bottom line is we all dealt with difficult conditions and circumstances, and still finished!. The time we got is the time we deserved on the day because IMO an ironman is an eating drinking packing competition with a bit of activity throwin in for good measure.

Dempsey – match that for length :D

2014 Kitzbühel ETU Triathlon European Championships

Dena Hogan IRL 02:38:39 00:26:38 00:03:40 01:25:16 00:02:06 00:41:01

Dena Hogan did the club proud representing Ireland in the 2014 Kitzbühel ETU Triathlon European Championships in Austria finishing in an impressive 11th position against the cream of Europe – well done Dena!

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Hook or by Crook 2014

Well done to Ciara Bowe and Bill Barry competing in this year’s Hook by Crook Sprint Tri in Dunmore East. It was Ciara’s first Triathlon and she recorded a fantastic result finishing very strongly.

Ciara Bowe, 2014

Ciara Bowe, 2014

Race report by Bill Barry

“Twas another beautiful day for the Hook or by Crook Triathlon in fabulous Dunmore East. It has to be the first race morning that I haven’t been a ball of nervous tension. I must be getting used to this madness. I really look forward to this race every year and it didn’t dissapoint yet again. Sun, Sea, Great atmosphere, and my family there to cheer me on. (i think when the girls are older they’ll certify me as totally nuts).
For the first time I was in the second (old men & ladies) wave. I was looking forward to the sedate, non-agressive race start. Not a bit of it. I looked around and there seemed to be way more in wave 2 than wave 1. And the start was quite congested and choppy. I was sure there was a few karate chops aimed in my direction. I was happy with the way the swim went and particularly my navigation for a change. Thanks again to Liam O’Neill for forcing us to practice that!! I got out of the water and actually ran up the cliff path. I usually run/walk this portion. Did my T1 on auto-pilot (very slow) and out I went on the bike.
I had said to myself beforehand that I would try to force the pace a bit more on the bike, as this is where i usually hold back. But my legs weren’t responding. Eventually after about 4k my legs woke up and up went the speed. But a slight cross/headwind limited my top end. I was happy with the way things were going til the return leg and LOTS of traffic. Car traffic. It was silly and downright dangerous at times. And just when I left the traffic behind(after some colourful hand gestures(who knew I could cycle one-handed)) I came across more traffic, only this time in the form of a bloody peloton. Or pelo-tone as Sean Kelly would say. At least 15 mostly black and green jerseys riding together. Where were the marshalls? A little colourful language in a slightly raised voice put the frighteners on a few of ‘em and I was past in a jiffy(still mumbling profanities under my breath). Into T2 and again into slow-mo. Too relaxed me thinks.
And away on the run. As is usual with this race I started the run with a dodgy gut. Too much fluids maybe. I let a few people go past me at the start of the run up the hill as I knew there was a sting in the tail of this hill. And as I predicted (yes I was feeling a bit smug) I passed them back out on the last steepest section of the hill. As we flattened out at the top I decided to kick into top gear. Only to find i left it in a ditch somewhere when I started Ironman training!! As hard as I tried I could only go up one gear from Ironman pace. I had some company for the rest of the run and trotted out a good strong steady, if not lightning, pace.As I was coming in the last few K I thought to myself-Jaysus is it over already? At the finish a young fella less than half my age thanked me for pacing him!!! I took his details so I could send him the bill.
I ended the day with a 1:30. Not much of an improvement on last year, but I enjoyed every second of it.”

Ballyhoura 2014 XC NPS Round 4

Results -> https://www.dropbox.com/s/5qq8w2xgf4tqr … 20Full.pdf

Report by David Furlong

“Good race on Sunday. Hard and physical. me, Jim, Brian and Miron made the trip. Luckily it was dry on the day, but very muddy in places from the rain in Saturday. For some reason the fields were smaller than usual and quite strong, probably because of the weather and the marathon champs next weekend..

Miron coped very well in the S4 race and Brian, myself and Jim finished in that order in the s3’s. I thought I had mcElwee but he powered away from me on the last lap. Good day out and well worth the trip after the mudfest of Lady Dixon”

Some great pics on the day

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XC NPS Rnd 3 Lady Dixon Park – Mud Apocalypse in Belfast!

Race Report by David Furlong

Results -> http://www.elitetiming.co.uk/Results/NPS_2014_RD3.pdf

“Sir Thomas and Lady Dixon Park…ah yes, the smell of roses, beautifully cultivated lawns, old oaks and fast flowing dusty singletrack…That was last year…. :( 

So off we set at 8am, destination Malone, the affluent southern suburb of Belfast and Lady Dixon Park, host to Rd3 of the 2014 XC NPS. Chauffeur for the day was Jim, with DC joining the party. McElwee was already in the advance party having travelled on Saturday and holing up in some dodgy Belfast establishment overnight.Although we were to learn later that the dodgy establishment had a friggin jacuzzi!

So as DC previously mentioned, it was just like 2008 over again. Except in 2008 we were nervous wrecks, shoving copious amount of carbs and drink down our necks and enduring multiple toilet stops en-route. But now we’re the old dogs for the hard road, experienced campaigners all chillaxed. Only problem is old dogs are slow dogs.

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Arrived at 11 and after meeting up with Mc and a quick registration me and Jim decided to get togged out and head for a quick lap. The weather was iffy at this stage and it was obvious that it had pee-ed it down overnight. Mc and DC were not so keen on an early practice and with Mc complaining of a dodge knee they decided to do a track walk instead. Track walk I hear ya say. very pro. Having ridden the course before off we set looking forward to the singletrack. We were soon awoken. The rain had given the surface the consistency of butter and trying to stay upright was a big challenge. The steep kickers were unfortunately unrideable, so off the bike and a quick run. So in summary, slidder down hill, fall off, pick up bike, run uphill. Some flat bits and grassy climbs in between. Repeat 3 times. The big problem was the claggy muck sticking in the wheels and drivetrain.
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