IronMan?

So more than a week before the race, and I’ve packed my bike in its box , ready for the flight to Nice: Funny thing is, the bloke in that video makes it look really easy. Oh, hang on a minute - that’s me in that video, isn’t it? Two things made it harder...
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No idea why. I took with me to eat . . . A banana (172 cals), three of Wife’s flapjacks (3 x 285 cals), a mini Mars bar (300 cals) and five gels (5 x 107 cals) of which I only ate 2 (-3 x 107 cals). Total = 1,541 cals. *Burp* Sounds like a whole lot...
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Look what arrived in the post: That’s my international race license - just 51 days ’till Ironman France! Eeeek!
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Von Smallhaussen is doing a Couch-to-5K programme, and has even gone as far as entering races (plural ), so I went along for her training session on Saturday morning. Quite good fun - the effort they were putting in was pretty impressive too. I might be an Ironman-in-training, but seeing how hard Von’ and her...
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There’s a reason that fewer women than men seem to ride their bikes in the UK. As explained in Beauty & The Bike , it’s the infrastructure - we’re expected to just mix in with the traffic, and it often just doesn’t feel safe, whatever the official statistics say. Warning: sweeping generalisations ahead. The thing is,...
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Big ride today - nearly 80 miles playing in the hills of County Durham, getting as far as Wolsingham & then coming home via Durham and the Angel. I had an incident at a set of lights that made me question the safety of my pedantic attitude to red lights. You see, when I...
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The run section of Ironman France is four, 10km circuits of the sea front in Nice. I find it bad enough swimming laps in the pool, but I have never got on with running around a track, and this looks alarmingly like this - albeit a track that’s a little larger than the usual...
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So my Decadent In-laws are here to stay and it’s the school holidays. Normally I’d do my long ride on a Sunday, but we’d hatched a plan for a picnic on Holy Island - the family would drive, and I’d cycle there before hitching a lift home. I plotted my route . . . ....
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I thought I’d been being good. But apparently not - the beer I drank during recovery week didn’t make up for the vast quantities of food I wasn’t eating. When I got on the scales this morning, my weight was back down at 11st - 70kg. This is not good, as it means I’ve...
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Rest week seems to have done me the power of good. Despite a Saturday night of foolishness at a local hostelry, I did my long ride on Sunday morning. Not too early, but I did it - 54 miles up to Consett and back . And I felt great all the way round -...
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