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Ed Burgess in 13 questions

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Favourite – bike, run or swim?
Sea swim, followed closely by a run in the woods.

Favourite band?
Pink floyd

Favourite sports person?
Being a Tullow Rugby Club member, that would have to be Sean O’Brien

Something we didn’t know about you?
I make (and drink) a very dry home made cider.

Favourite book?
Any atlas.

Jaffa Cake, custard cream or Mikado?
Has to be the Jaffa’s

Best sporting occasion?
Rowing at Henley Royal Regatta

Toughest event?
Same answer as for the previous question.

Any pre-race/spin rituals?
A glass of wine.

Baseball or cricket?
Cricket

Best sports website/programme?
Nike running app.

Favourite film?
Babette’s feast

Best advice to a newbie starting a sport or received?
What ever you do, make sure it’s both social and fun.

End of Year Party 2013 – 23rd of November

Racing795 celebrated and remembered the year gone by in style at the end of year party held in the Bunclody Golf Club on Saturday 23rd of November. The club championship was awarded posthumously to our friend and clubmate Martin Mimnagh and accepted by his wife Siobhan who made an eloquent and funny speech on Martin and what the club meant to him. The club was also joined on the night by Martins brothers, sister and mother and many a yarn was shared about this year’s Tour de Frank. Niall Ó Muirí was the very popular winner of the inaugural spirit of the club award which celebrates a member who demonstrates the ethos of the club of participation and encouragement to others. Barry Byrne also presented his usual “special” awards for 2013! A special note of thanks to Yvonne Dunne for organising a great night. We’re looking forward to 2014 already!

Niall O Muiri

Niall O Muiri receives the spirit of the club award

Wicklow Mountain Rescue Moonlight Challenge – 16th November 2013

The finishing post… Glenmalure Lodge

[Report by John Dempsey – Congratulations from all your club mates on an excellent 3rd place!]

This is a great race, really well organised and a good atmosphere as well. The Glen of Imaal Mountain Rescue Team know how to put on a good event and it’s hard to beat somewhere like the Glenmalure Lodge for a finish area.

A member of the Mountain Rescue Team works with Mag and I had entered a long time ago as a nice to do type race, never with any intention of training specifically for it. In fact I got sick earlier in the week and had been suffering a tummy bug for several days so was more than surprised to finish the race as well as I did.

53 runners climbed aboard the bus that took us on an hour long journey out to the start line outside Fenton’s pub in the Glen of Imaal. 15 minutes later, after checking all the gear twice we were off.

There was a surprisingly polite start to the race with no one shooting off and no one doing the pace setting duties at the start. As a result I found myself out front plodding along at an easy pace and amazingly lead the race for the first 1.5k 🙂 As we started the climb up the fire road I slid back down to 5th but the lads ahead never got away from me. Funny enough, it was somewhere here that we crossed over the upper waters of our own River Slaney. After we turned off the fire road and onto the climb up Table Mountain across steep rough terrain the top 5 bunched up tight again with a clear gap to 6th. Out onto the open mountain now visibility was terrible. The top 5 swapped places frequently. Heavy fog and cloud cover meant that runners disappeared from view only 15 meters ahead. The organisers had put out reflective flags and light sticks to mark the path, but in these conditions it was getting difficult to find our way. Approaching the summit myself and another runner ran off track but were called back by the runner behind. Crossing the summit checkpoint in 3rd we set off down the early descent. Frank had given me a loan of his light for the race and it really came into it’s own here. Dancing down the bog, trying to pick out the route, avoiding bog holes, praying for decent footing, and racing flat out with pitch black all around!! I was in 2nd place now trying hard to catch first, racing adrenaline doesn’t come much better than this. After a lot of sloppy muck, and sinking to my knees more than once we eventually broke out onto more fire road and another marshal this time giving out jelly sweets. Myself and the guy in front seemed to have put a lot of time into the other lads across the sloppy stuff. Grabbed a handful of jellies to stuff in the back pocket and set off after first place again. 1k later though and the third place guy caught and passed me easily enough at about the halfway point in the race and he went on to win outright.

The race now wound it’s way down through the glen along the side of a slope and although it was dark I could sense the scale of the place as mountain loomed ominously on one side and dropped away steeply on the other. My legs were fairly heavy at this stage and I wasn’t able to take advantage of the downhill running and felt form was bad and I was just fairly plodding along for long sections. After what felt like forever I hit the bottom of the glen and out across the fjord to the public road. Another marshal checkpoint confirmed I was in 3rd and off I set dreading the next climb and always fearful of being caught from behind. 2k later the final marshal checkpoint, still in third and off up the second climb of the night. This one wasn’t near as long as the first, but felt much harder and steeper coming near the end of the race.

I was quickly onto a really tight path through the forest and climbing a series of switchbacks up the steep climb. Lots of walking on this part of the race, the path was steep, tight and fairly gnarly underfoot. Turning back on myself at one of the switchbacks I caught sight of a torch climbing below me. I turned the light down to its lowest setting for the rest of the trail until I broke out onto the fire road near the top when I turned it off completely for several minutes – no point in encouraging whoever was behind me. Only when I was sure that I had gone far enough East to be clear of the switch backs and had started to descend did I turn it back on again.

At this stage there were prayers and novenas and all sorts being offered to please, please, please make the person behind me slow down for any reason at all. I was in third, nearly home, wore out and delighted with my nights work. We had been warned about a tractor partially blocking the track with 1k to go, I was delighted to see it. The path then broke out onto the public road again and I was over the moon. I had spent the past 10k all on my own in the dark, trying to run forwards whilst looking backwards and here I was with less than 400m of tarmac to the finish line and not a sinner in sight. I was that busy congratulating myself that I almost didn’t hear the footsteps coming up from behind!!!

What the ****! Where did he come from, and why is his light turned off?? My calf muscles had been threatening me with cramp from before I met the marshals at the fjord and while I had no faith in them there was no way I would let anyone take 3rd place from me now. I started to sprint but the other guy had the momentum and was closing up on my shoulder fast. My calfs were screaming. I knew the final turn was to the left so kept in tight to force him to go the long way around me if he wanted to get past. We hit the turn almost together with him only 2 or 3 paces behind but on the outside. The finishing straight and I kicked as hard as I could and it was fear of being passed that drove me. Just as I kicked both calfs seized solid and I couldn’t flex my ankles – at all. The final mad push was done entirely on my tip toes but somehow I held him off and just kept running as hard as I could. There were people standing in the middle of the road cheering and I just ran through them, with no discernible finish line there was no way I was stopping early. Somehow I managed to stop myself whilst still up on my tip toes without falling over onto my face. Back to the finish area and hand shakes all round, turns out it was Stephen Perry from Tinahely Tri Club who had almost caught me – small world. After slagging him about turning off his headlight he assured me the battery was dead!?

Several minutes later two of the countless marshals told us we never had our photos taken crossing the finish line, and some short gesturing brought our attention to a massive inflatable finishing arch tucked in to the left that we had both ran past. “So we haven’t actually finished yet?” smiled Stephen while throwing shapes to jump up and run. Thankfully everyone laughed and the panic inside me (my precious 3rd placed finish!!) could settle down.

Some stew, coffee and good company later I was beat. I had been carrying a tummy bug the past several days and was now feeling sick as a dog. Whilst everyone else looked to be gearing up for a big party I just had to get home and fast. I’ve heard reports that the after party was even longer and harder than the race itself!

That’s probably the best result I’ve ever had and certainly my highest finish in any open race. I really gave it everything and even still over 2 days later my body is in bits. This is an annual event and a much needed fund raiser for the Mountain Rescue Team. I’d highly recommend it and hope to be back next year.

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World Triathlon Championships London 2013 – Sprint race

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[Report by Don Morrissey]

In March 2012 on a cold wet Saturday morning, I spotted a ‘Newsflash’ on the ITU Website, ‘2013 World Triathlon Championships Grand Final to be held in London on the same course as the 2012 Olympic Games’. Wow, season goal was intact, Qualify….

Luckily for me I sneaked a place in Athy in early June 2012, leaving me well over 12 months to prepare, but more importantly it meant I could look at the Olympic Games and say with certainty I’ll be there next year. If anyone saw the Triathlon in the Olympics, it was apparently the highest attended event on the program with the Brownlee Brothers doing the business amidst the most vocal crowd on the most iconic course imaginable, not to mention a wonderful performance from Gavin Noble to keep us interested. Roll on 2013

2012 was a vintage year for the four amigos, epic road trips to all corners of the Country chasing much coveted NS points in order to qualify and finally after a rather arbitrary long-winded qualification system within Triathlon Ireland, the inevitable happened, the four golden tickets were secured.

2013 for me anyway was far from vintage, however despite a few season wobbles, I found myself in London in the peak of my life. However one of the drawbacks for an event of this magnitude, is the endless check-ins, briefings, registrations, course familiarisation etc etc, which meant for a lot of walking to and from the Park, not ideal pre-race preparations, however TI were actually superb, very well briefed, which eased the tensions.

5.50am alarm, but I was awake already, packed bags, which were packed already, porridge and toast and off to Hyde Park. Met Frank in transition, sorted all the bits and pieces and we toddled off. We both decided that the finish line stand was the best place to position ourselves until our wave starts are 9.45/9.50. Then the music started and myself and Frank looked at each other and giggled nervously, it’s on. We saw the first wave Male 16-19 from start at exactly 8am to finish at 9:03-ish.

Suddenly the wet suits were on, quick photo with a few Irish guys from Ditch Moore and before long Frank found himself sitting on the pontoon staring into the abyss and then he was off. Frank said afterwards he suffered a little on the early swim but soon got into his rhythm. I was strangely calm and seriously focussed at the start, staring down the 250 metres to the turnaround point, while visualising my swim stroke. My game plan was obviously similar to everyone else, swim as hard as you can the turnaround point, get around without injury/drama, then swim harder back. We all seemed to hit the turnaround together, which meant for a lot of missed strokes and kicking. According to Frank the swim was well over the 750 metres, so I exited in one of my best results, a very admirable 12:19, while Frank came out in 16:51. Have to say Frank looked well in red in the water

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With the biggest and longest transition ever experienced, I managed to catch Frank in the corner of my eye as I ran into transition and believe it or not, beat him to the mount line. Frank through T1 3:31, while I flew through in 3:03. After many years of trying various types of bike mounts, I’ve found the most efficient for me is to stop, left foot in, push off, right foot in and immediately power up. As I stopped, Frank went tearing past me with his spectacular moving mount, however while he was tackling his left shoe, I passed him again, so it worked, I was ahead :D

We were a little disappointed to hear that leading up to the event, the organisers had reduced the sprint to a three lap course within Hyde Park, totalling 22.7k. However on the day, it meant for a much smaller, more intimate cycle course. The weather Gods failed us unfortunately with torrential rain and suddenly all the fears of a wet technical bike course hit home. It was literally carnage out there, with 8 x 90 degree bends, 2 x 180 degree bends and a number of ramps on each of the three laps, meant that the bike became a very serious game of wits and concentration with absolutely no chance to take your eye off the game. You had to power it at every opportunity and then just take it easy into the bends. They say there were over 120 fallers. There was 20 athletes hospitalised, one with a broken hip, so the facts speak for themselves. In fact on one of my bends, the lad in front hit the decks, slid into the barriers to the groans of the crowd, while I heard another slap just behind as the lad behind literally slid right past me in on top of the other guy. That group of S-bends certainly attracted the crowds and became known as ‘Carnage Corner’ as the public salivated on the wreckage. Luckily both of us stayed upright and I definitely put in the bike of my life, finishing only 3:30 behind the fastest split. I finished in a handsome 37:13, while Frank followed shortly in 38:10 (Sorry Frank).

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I didn’t factor the very wet brakes for the dismount and ended up dismounting at extraordinary speeds. I managed to slow down just before crashing into the barrier to tumultuous applause from the onlookers and marshals at my kamikaze exploits. Through T2 in 3:07, Frank in 3:24.

Then came the run. I knew for once I’d found a course that suited my abilities, flat and flat. A two lap course, with one long but easy drag totalling just under 5k (they extended transition to add the balance). I tore out of transition in a blaze, before hitting that slight drag, which brought me quickly down to earth, before settling in after approx. 1k. Of all the runs I’ve ever done, this was by far in away the most enjoyable (well probably the only enjoyable one). For the first time in the race, you could actually look around and acknowledge the support, families and friends who stayed out in the rain to cheer. It was an amphitheatre of noise all around the 2.5k course, with smiles, high fives, shouts of ‘Go Team Ireland’, which eased the pain of the race. Before long I was on lap two and picked the pace up again and soon we both traversed towards the finish chute.

I pitifully tried to break into a sprint at the finish, but failed miserably as the tank was completely empty (guess who won that sprint, it’s easy). I came home in a strong run PB of 19:17, while Frank closely followed in 21:20. My best overall race ever, while Frank was happy too as you can see.

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The next hour was just great, just savouring the moment, taking it all in, Athlete’s Corner, photos, Dextro Energy, smiles, the odd bromance moment, family hugs while still stealing a quiet moment to think of the great man.

It lived up to everything that was billed, an experience of a lifetime, moments to savour, moments to reflect, friendships built, sweat, tears of joy, immense training and sacrifices celebrated with close friends and family. It has to be done again. Sincere thanks to everyone via, text, forum, facebook and race pigeon for Frank
Stats:
Don: 59th Age Group 449th Overall:
Swim: 12:19
T1: 3:04
Bike: 37:13
T2: 3:07
Run: 19:17
Overall: 1:14:58

Frank: 99th Age Group 790th Overall:
Swim: 16:51
T1: 3:32
Bike: 38:10
T2: 3:24
Run: 21:20
Overall: 1:23:15

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Fixx Supercross Cup Round 1 – 22nd September 2013

[Report by David Furlong]

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(Photo by Paul Barry)

I haven’t done any racing this year and keen not to let a blank year pass (since I did my first tri in 2006) i was looking around for a new challenge. I’ve always fancied giving cyclocross a go, and when I spotted the Fixx Supercross Cup series I thought, here’s my chance. A 5 round series with 1 race per month starting this month, in easily accessible places (1 hrs drive) and family friendly venues sounded just the job.

So I stripped down my yellow TT machine, bought a frame and a few bits, and hey presto €500 later we have this mean machine (PJ: remember those stickers?)

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So what is cyclocross? Basically its a form of bike racing over a short (5-10min) lap on grass, gravel, sand. A typical course has real tight turns, hurdles that you have to hop off your bike and jump and usually a steep slope or bank that you have to run up carrying your bike. Races are usually 45min-1hr long and flat out from gun to tape! An hour in hell! It’s also the national sport of those hardy Belgians. Bikes are similar to road bikes except the frames have better clearance for fatter tyres and mud, different brakes and are usually a little higher off the ground

Thankfully for my debut it was dry.. i’m sure there will be lots of wet races ahead! So my goal was to finish, and not be lapped! I was in the B race which is for A3/A4 (road) riders. There was also an A race for A1/A2 riders. I was hoping there would be a few mtbers as well to keep me company…I had done some good training over the last few weeks (albeit with a dodgy back) but had no idea really what the standard would be like

So off I went with my two lads and a bell in tow. A handy 45 min drive to Grange Castle in glorious sunshine. 5 secs to sign on and a few practice laps – a nice lap with all the above features.

So the start, looking around there was a few mtbers I recognised and lots of shaved legs – a 300m sprint up a road to a 90deg bend on gravel! Scary.. thankfully no-one came down. Then off we go into the red-mist – trying to hold my own, the roadies killing me on the straight sections, making up a few places at the hurdles and run ups. really close racing. Any lapse in concentration and there’s half dozen lads up your inside. HR in the heavens – everytime I looked down it seemed to be in the 170’s (max 184). No point in trying to get it down. After a few laps the field starts to thin out and time to glance nervously around to make sure theres still a few behind me! Thankfully there was!

7 laps later and 55 mins and it’s over. Mission accomplished, stayed upright and wasn’t lapped. Even had a few behind me..

Have to say it was really enjoyable, hard but enjoyable. Great to be back racing. Not sure i’ve ever done a race like that with such a hard sustained effort. Even in the mtb there’s usually a few spots to take a breather. It was an eye opener how quick those A3/A4’s are in a straight line. The racing was really close with lots of riders close together most of the time.
For the next I need to
a) get fitter
b) learn to concentrate when I’m fooked (not easy) and
c) learn to ride around sharp turns without braking

I’m already looking forward to the next race in Bray on 20th October. If anyone is interested in joining me I can be found in the old golflinks (behind the FCJ) on Saturday afternoons honing my skills…

Thanks to my two lads David and Niall for keeping me company and cheering me on (David at end of first lap: “Dad you’re not last!)

Strava: http://www.strava.com/activities/84215394

Results:

“A” Race

“B” race