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TriAthlone Olympic – 30th June 2012

[Report by Don “The Don” Morrissey]

Giving it everything at the finish

Stage Four of ‘The Amigos’ National Series Tour found us in Athlone this weekend chasing much coveted NS Points. Arguably this would be the biggest and most competitive race ever, being the National Standard Distance Championships and boasting 3,000+ Athletes. Funnily I was a little philosophical going into the race, Athlone has never been a favourite venue of mine, it was an afternoon start which I hate and rumours circulating before the race suggested a reduced swim. However it was actually a positive reason why I really was in this mood, I had received the much desired email from TI last week telling me I had taken one of the 5 first round age group places from Athy to represent Ireland in the World Championships in London in Sep 2013. Season Goal complete and I actually considered not doing Athlone as a result.

So was the pre-race hype warranted? Well Triathlone extended the registration by three days ‘due to unprecedented late applications’, according to their website, however final numbers were closer to 1600, so draw your own conclusions. When the final waves were finally released, everyone that had finished ahead of me in the previous three races (+ another 4-5 that would have finished ahead of me if they had competed in the same races) were registered, so this was going to be seriously competitive and two pros had turned up, Bryan McCrystall and Mark Nolan to kill any chances of an amateur win.

Race day found us full of the pre-race nerves, joys, cryptic lingo etc etc. However Frank had a genuine nightmare week with technical issues with his ultra fast Planet X. Luckily he got it sorted but his moans as usual fell on deaf ears. I saw little of the guys before the race as I had parked at the back gate of the transition, which was a long way away from everyone. I missed race briefing because the guys on the back gate insisted that I walk the 15mins around to the front gate instead of the 30secs from the back gate to the briefing, so my bagel was much more appealing and I succumbed to my gut (as usual). I managed to get down to swim start first and saw the previous 3 waves going off. The flow as indeed very strong and would have caused serious H&S risks to do the 350 up stream. So indeed the rumours were true and the race organisers decided to run the swim all down stream from 1,000 metres (according to race briefing) OOOHHH NOOOOO!!!!.

As the current was so strong, everyone was to enter at the same time and on the wrong side of the pontoon, swim across to the race start and try and hold on for the hooter. However in reality the current was just too strong and as soon as the last person was in the water, the hooter went, giving the first guys into the water a distinct advantage (hence the farce). I had already decided to enter the water first, so I didn’t get caught with the farcical start. Before you could snap your fingers, we were exiting the water in ‘World Record’ pace. I was first out in a whopping 9.10, followed very shortly behind by PJ in 10.34, Fintan in 10.41 and Frank 11.20. I think all will admit not a great test a standard distance or for the National Championships, but none-the-less the same for everyone.

I transitioned well (even though it’s a very long one) and was out on the bike and facing the initial ramps and hills in no time. The bike course is a real time-trialer’s course, out and back on relatively flat roads, which doesn’t really suit me (Frank was smiling), but the bike out was particularly tough with the wind and what seemed like an endless hill. However upon turnaround, well explosion. I looked down at one stage and was averaging 55kms/hr. That dissipated somewhat, however I’d say I never dipped below 40kms/hr on the bike back. Unfortunately my dismount wasn’t the most elegant ever, landing like a ‘sack of shit’ on the ground. Luckily just a slight cramp, a few grazes and a bruised ego resulted and I soon found myself through transition and out on the run. As usual Frank had burned the course (approx 38kms in distance) in a freakish 1:02:39, I was a distant second in 1:05:39, while PJ & Fintan were having a blazing battle with PJ prevailing with a 1:07:00 and Fintan just behind in 1:07:19.

Meanwhile there was great excitement in the side lines with Tracy and Yvonne. They had downloaded the Triathlone App and were receiving live splits and amazingly Frank had hit T2 ahead of me with PJ less than three mins behind and Fintan just over three mins behind. That meant that this was going to be a close and exciting finish (which I had no idea of).

I had blazed out onto the course, dropped in behind the eventually female winner Aoife Lynch for a lap and a half and seemed to be flying. I felt so strong I thought a PB was definitely on today. One and a half laps into the run and Aoife Lynch was heading up the finishing chute to claim her win, while I was passing the chute and with it, leaving what seemed like all my energy at there, but with three laps still to go. I took two gels in quick succession to try and resolve the energy issues, but it had little effect and my 3rd lap was extremely difficult (over a minute slower than the other three). Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, the hurt and pain was magnified when I got the tap on the back mid-way around the final lap and ‘Good Man’ blurted out, as Fintan strode past me, skipping along like a ‘March Hare’ as if he was just starting the run. He told me after the race that he was hurting at that point too, but it certainly didn’t show in his stride. I was beaten and broken, but I struggled on and finished. Form was the order of the day as Fintan as usual blazed around with the fastest split of 41.41, I was second on 45.33, Frank put in a sterling run to try and catch me but fell just shy with 46.40 and PJ just behind in 46:49.

Overall Results:
Finish Overall AG Swim T1 Bike T2 Run Overall
Fintan Redmond 107 23 10.41 2.50 1:07:19 1.31 41.41 2:04:01
Don Morrissey 117 25 9.10 2.36 1:05:39 1.40 45.33 2:04:36
Frank Burke 129 24 11.20 3.06 1:02:39 1.48 46.40 2:05:32
PJ Dunne 171 41 10.34 3.11 1:07:00 1.33 46.49 2:09:05

Certainly the most competitive race I’ve been involved in both from a Club and Overall perspective. All moaning aside, I still put it out there and Fintan was the better athlete on the day and a superb result for his first standard distance. Serious results for Frank and PJ too, they have really put it down this year with phenomenal improvements in all areas. Great day for the club and I feel more qualification slots may beckon. I wrote in a recent post ‘Roll on the Beast’, however after how I felt during the race and yesterday, I’ll be whimpering into the jaws of the Beast. Well Frank is somewhere the other side of the world today, myself and PJ are off on the same day on Wednesday week for mid season R&R and will be back just in time for the Beast, while rumour has it Fintan has already been seen running up Mount Leinster in prep for the Beast….  You have to give it to Athlone for the organisation that goes into this event, it’s phenomenal no matter what the race day issues

Results

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Waterford Marathon – 30th June 2012

[Report by John Dempsey]

The Waterford marathon was excellently organised, no shortage of water on route, very well marshalled and supported, no unnecessary fuss at any stage, I had collected my number the day before and was in and out in 60 seconds flat, with small talk. The race started only a few minutes late, and with a nice relaxed atmosphere on the street beforehand it seemed like a good start. I had been chatting with another runner over breakfast at our hotel and he was also aiming sub 3 so when I met him again at the start and spotted Myles Gibbons and Eugene Doherty of SBR in the row ahead I was settled quick enough. Fell in behind the sub 3 pacer and we shot up the quays clocking a slightly faster than required speed but no worries. The first several km’s wound through the streets and passed quick enough, but even in the town we could feel the effects of the strong winds that had been promised all week. Started heading out the town then and the sub 3 group was starting to bunch up a bit and things were feeling easy, after a while I copped that we were going slow but sure this pacer knows what he’s at and we ran the first bit too fast so I’ll stick in the group, I’ll need it for the wind. After turning back into town we hit a climb at about 9k, got to the top, decided we were still too slow and went off the front of the group myself. Donal from the hotel, the lead lady and another two lads came with me, all agreeing we were going too slow so far. A sub 3 marathon requires 4:15 per km average.
Splits per km to 10k: 4:04/4:06/4:13/4:18/4:21/4:23/4:30/4:33/4:35/4:25

Our little group ploughed along into the wind, with the lead lady going ahead after a few k. We used each other for a bit of shelter and wound our way through suburbs and industrial areas. The support was great and we got great encouragement all along. Things started to slow down a little again battling the wind on a long straight, and seemingly none of us willing to do an extended shift of work out the front. At about 14k the pacer caught up with us again and everyone gratefully tucked into the group. It was soon obvious that the pacer had a worry on his head, both the atmosphere and the pace had changed, speed was suddenly up. heading out the long stretch of the cork road we were flying along at a fair clip but battling hard into the wind to do it. From about 14.5k to 17k was straight into the wind. The objective was to have about 30 seconds in the bag before hitting the bottom of the most significant climb on the course at about 18k. We passed a large number of people on this stretch of road including Eugene Doherty. When we hit the bottom of the climb the group splintered, with me being shelled out the back along with Donal and Eugene. Heading up the climb Eugene pulled up beside me and after a quick chat we settled into getting to the top not too far behind the pace group. It was a tough climb and took a fair bit out of hard worked legs. We crested the top together, and picking up a runner in a red top ahead of us, we 3 set off to catch the group again.
Splits 11k to 20k: 4:06/4:15/4:30/4:06/4:10/4:00/4:02/4:074:44/4:55

Down the hill and through the start area for the half marathon I got a great boost. They were waiting another 30 mins to start and they gave our little group a great cheer. We were flying down the hill at sub 4:00/k. The sub 3 pacing duties had been split in half, and we soon met the first pacer running back towards us returning the shuttle bus at the halfway mark. The flat bit of road that followed the descent was tough. Not too long later Donal and a runner in yellow caught up. The guy in yellow seemed strong, not sure if he was full or relay. He pulled off ahead a little with Eugene and the guy in red following, Donal and I worked away only 15/20 feet behind. Hit the roundabout in Tramore with a marshal calling positions – 27th!! Not long after this Donal started pulling away but the guy in red started coming back to me. Took a little walk at one of the water stations to try swallow a decent gulp of water and set off again without too much bother. Through the streets of Tramore and the 2nd placed lady passes before we get to the beach. It was at about 27k that I started to struggle. Running down the prom I spot Jason Kenny and Alan McGrath who I often run with on the side supporting two other lads behind me. They were standing just after a water station, again I had slowed to a short walk, “how are you feeling?”, “*$%&ed”, “do you want a can of coke”, “no”, dump the bottle of water and start running again. 300 meters up the road all I could think of was how nice a can of coke would be and I started scanning the crowds for anyone else who might be offering some!! By this stage the 3rd placed lady had gone past too.
Splits 21k to 30k: 3:57/4:11/4:13/4:18/4:07/4:17/5:15/4:38/4:55/5:07

It was now a long way home, and several times I thought about quitting. All thoughts of sub 3 were well gone, hadn’t got the capacity to figure what pace was likely, just knew I was very very slow. I ripped off the sub 3 pace band I had printed and balled it into my fist. Plodding through a residential area a lady offers sweets, I do nothing for a moment and then nod as I go past on the opposite side of the road. Fair play to her she turns to collect a fist full of jellies and sprints up the road after me and me with my hand held out behind, she slaps them into my hand and roars “good luck”. I pull my hand round to see what I had got and smiled to see a jelly cola bottle in the middle :) That was first in the gob but was hard to chew when running. Very soon after another water station, grab a bottle, throw in my pace band, and slow to a walk to eat my sweets. full fist of sweets get shoved in, chew chew chew, drink, chew chew chew, taking too long, spit out what I hadn’t swallowed and keep going. I was now on the main road out of Tramore heading for Waterford, familiar enough as its part of the Waterford half which I ran in Dec ’09. really struggling with pace now and getting attacks of cramp every 5 minutes. I surely stopped 15/20 times on that final stretch from 30-40k to relieve painful cramps, mainly hamstrings but also quads. Also got passed by a fair few. Hit a water station giving out lucozade sport, grabbed 2 cups of lucozade and a bottle of water just as my legs ceased up again. Stopped to stretch and down the luco. At this stage I was yo-yoing with several runners. I was running faster than them, but they’d pass as I stopped with cramp, then I’d set off again passing them out before the process repeated itself, again & again & again. It was along here somewhere that I spotted Donal struggling up ahead and I was slowing catching up, when I wasn’t stretching. Got to the final water station accompanied by huge noise. We were sent off right on an out&back before repassing the same water station and onto the home stretch. On the out bit I notice something over my shoulder and my heart sank, it was the 3:15 pacers!! I’d ran 3:14 2 years ago in Cork, what was going on? They slowly caught and passed me and I had nothing in the legs to stick with them. They were also on their absolute tod, not a single person running with them.
Splits 31k to 40k: 5:11/5:22/5:29/5:53/5:00/6:31/5:03/5:21/5:08/5:34

The final straight, I felt so good running this in Cork, just desperate and drained yesterday in Waterford. I remember trying to pick up the pace a little, not that I had any goals at all left by this stage, I just wanted it to be over as soon as possible. Got a little nearer to Donal but never caught him, and he started to pull away slightly in the final kilometre. legs were screaming with pain and threatening to cramp, but I was not going to stop and thankfully the cramp held off. The crowds again were great, shouting encouragement but I couldn’t enjoy it. I knew I was over 15 minutes late and that Mag was waiting for me at the finish, I just hoped she wasn’t too worried. Into the RSC and onto the running track, the sensor at 42k picked me up and the guy on the mic called my name. I crossed the line exhausted and a 6 foot 6 medic (male) wrapped his arms around me and asked was I alright, grand, then sit over there. I wasn’t ever going to fall over but I looked like crap by all accounts. met Donal and Eugene in seats beside me. Donal, who had ran a 3:01 in Blackpool 12 weeks earlier finished 20 seconds ahead, Eugene, who had started ahead of the 3:00 pace group finished with the 3:15 fellas.
Splits 41k to finish: 5:40/5:26/1:38 (last 200m 5:15 avg)

Finished in 3:18

Mag is still keen for me to run another marathon soon and have a proper shot at the sub 3. Today my legs are a little sore, but nothing like they were after Cork, the recovery seems to be quick for me this time which is encouraging me to go ahead and run Longford. In the run up to and the aftermath of Cork I didn’t want to see my runners again, this time I’m still really enjoying the running and bursting to get back at it which is also encouraging. I reckon I’ll not run until Tuesday or Wednesday, and only run 3 times this week, but will try mix in a bit of swimming and maybe one cycle, then a bit more running next week before starting to lash the miles out of it again. Plan at the moment so is to live like a monk the next two months and try burst through the 3:00 mark 26th August.

Longford seems to have a small field with no pacers and I expect that if I do it I’ll be running large parts of it on my own, pro: I’ll be in charge of my own pace, con: I’ll have to be more aware mentally of my pace (& disciplined) and will be isolated and alone on the back roads of Longford, Roscommon & Leitrim. It is also about as flat as they come, with no significant hills and just a small climb towards the end. It’s also apparently poorly supported which is no surprise given that it passes through so few built up areas. I’ll see how the next few weeks go before I book anything.

Results

Tri795 Bike and Run Routes

Tri795 Bike and Run routes are available on Garmin Connect. We’ll have a video for you soon, so watch this space.

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Strawberry Half Marathon – Enniscorthy 24th June 2012

[Race Report by Brian O’Shaughnessy]

Another well organised event by the Porters. Race bags with a decent t shirt collected Friday or Saturday very handy and made for an easy start Sunday morning. Numbers down a little due to the Waterford Half and Full, but still 350 approx for the half, 150 for the 5 miler and 100 or so 15km walkers. Parked up and made my way down to the start on a lovely sunny morning with a gentle breeze.

A lot of the usual suspects I’ve been racing against all summer were about. A bit nervous as though I’ve been getting plenty of training but no real long runs except the Sunday before. Had planned to try map out a min pace earlier in the week on the garmin due to the hilly course but in hindsight glad that I just ran to feel, try to run the first half in reasonable comfort and then hang on in for the 2nd half.

Off we went bang on 10am with Tom and a troop of Clonliffe Harriers bandits in toe. Great to see Dena and all the Hoganites at the 2km, always makes a diffence to see a friendly face along the way. Passed through 5km in about 19.40 and moving up the hills well and passing a few. At 8km the same guy who has blown up in the last two races blows up again, stops, turns and starts cursing and swearing! The hills in fairness are long and draggy but not complete stoppers and nice roads to run on, well marshalled. Still felt good at 10km in about 39.50, at this stage I was running on my own for a good while now and so it continued for the rest of the race which is good because you run your own pace but doesn’t help the concentration. Maria and the kids were waiting at 17km which was a nice boost but the hardest part was certainly Edermine to Enniscorthy along the N11 – long, flat and straight 5km, a real tramp’s heartbreak with a good breeze in the puss to add insult. Passed one more guy at about 20km and crossed the line in 1:26:56 and 19th place and the usual suspects behind me. Delighted, a PB of about 40 seconds (not 3 minutes unfortunately), zero nil nada juice in the tank which is a lovely feeling when you do finish.

But by all accounts the finish for 1st and 2nd was an absolute classic. An old bucko told me it was the best finished he’d seen in 40 years. Tom Hogan was on the shoulder of one of the Clonliffe bandits and it was a eye balls out sprint finish down the prom, Tom pipping the guy right on the line. Sweet. Nice way to celebrate the arrival of Tess Hogan.

The Porters are great people to organise so many races and running in Wexford would be a lot poorer without them, most of which are 3 snots. If you’re thinking of a road race for next year this is one to consider. This is their only commerical race of the year.

Results

Hook or Crook Triathlon – Dunmore East 17th June 2012

The fantastic four. Neoprene heroes, Frank, PJ, Fintan and Don.

[Report by Fintan Redmond]

This year has been all new challenges for me, between racing for the first time in rivers and the sea and trying to figure out the form of the three amigos “feeling sick” before a race = good performance, “not feeling sick” = bad performance, which ends up in a good performance anyway. All good fun

All four of us travelled down yesterday on our own making sure not to give up any pre race secrets and praying the weather wouldn’t get any worse. I had my coach by my side making sure I ate correctly and didn’t forget anything. The two boys (Frank and PJ) were split for the first time this season by the sounds of it, and chilling in different corners of the town before the race (must be new race tactics). Until we all meet up before the race for our usual group photos. The weather now was starting to settle nicely.

We all made our way down to the beach as instructed. I was doing my best to keep an eye on the lads as I was not sure what the procedure was for a sea start but as soon as I turned to head for the beach I’d already lost them. Trying to find the lads was like looking into a pack of penguins. Thoughts going through my head should I stay at the back middle or up front, I decided stay close to the back to be safe. All of a sudden we were off and staying at the back was a mistake. I didn’t mind swimming beside people but the f**kers doing the breaststroke, I had about a minute or two of getting the head kicked off me until eventually I got past. Then heard someone coughing up half of the sea (Mental note don’t try that). Got to the first buoy found it hard to get around that. Swimmers were starting to spread out now, which made the rest of the swim ok. Got to the beach felt like D day landing with a torturous hill to climb. Got into transition hardly had the energy to get out of the wetsuit, after fumbling and more fumbling I was ready to go. The three amigos bikes were all ready gone. Don was first out on the bike followed by PJ, Frank and myself.

The bike route was difficult enough with a nice few hills, not too bad for me until after the turn around there was a strong head wind, which made it difficult. PJ had an interesting meeting with two horses running around and two guards chasing after them like idiots, it was described as a scene from a Benny Hill show but dangerous. Frank won the battle of the bikes with Don in second, myself third and P.J fourth.

T2 another disaster for me was all over the shop getting my feet out of the shoes.

Eventually got going, nice hill straight away out of transition and then more hills and more hills. The sun was starting to heat up now, not ideal for running. Eventually got past the hills and started to make a bit of ground from here on in I got into a nice stride and had forgotten completely about the lads and just got into the zone until I was passing PJ not knowing at the time it was PJ until I heard bollox! F**k you. I said sorry don’t know if PJ heard me but it felt good for a change. Then I saw Frank and thought to myself Christmas must be coming, caught up with Frank and passed him. I think I pulled Frank on a little cause I could feel him breathing down the back of my neck. Got to the finish line there was a great atmosphere with the Redbull DJ bopping away and the sun now splitting the trees, and our faithful supporters cheering us at the finish line, thanks to Orla, Yvonne and Tracy for all their cheers of support throughout the day.

Times

Don – 1:22:53

Fintan- 1:26:05

Frank- 1:27:15

PJ- 1:28:15

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