Tri Talk HomepageTri Talk EventsTri Talk ForumsBlogsTri Talk TrainingTri TradeTriPlayerWikiTeam Tri Talk
IM France - The Epic Kit Search and Race Report!

 
Post new topic   Reply to topic    TriTalk.co.uk Forum Index -> Events
View previous topic :: View next topic  
Author Message
Jonathan I




Joined: 28 Mar 2009
Posts: 224
Location: Surrey

PostPosted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 10:25 pm    Post subject: IM France - The Epic Kit Search and Race Report! Reply with quote

At risk of boring.....
Its long and the first half is nothing t do with the race itself.
I thought worth publishing just to give you lot an idea of how darned frustration the week before the IM was, and how very very much I appreciated all of your support. You lot are, as I said before, the best.
JI



Ironman France 2010
A Race Report - and how to find kit in a short space of time!

Prologue....

Email to IMF Forum Friday 18th June 2010

Evening all
Well its been an interesting 72 hours here:
Sadly there has been catastrophic flooding in the area with at least 20 dead.
We were staying at one of the sites affected - awoken at 3am with a hammering on our caravan door - "the river is flooding" - unfortunately the entrance to the campsite was blocked already - so all the campers ended up taking refuge first in the restaurant, then later on the roof terrace as the water rose, this was 3am, and we then lost power and lighting. Pretty terrifying, especially with the two kids aged 2 and 4.
To cut a long story short we were rescued by helicopter after a few hours, and are now safely on a different site nearby - all well and amazingly the kids seem fine. Yesterday I thought about not bothering with IMF, as frankly it seemed unimportant. However today I am determined to nail this beast even though I currently have no bike, no wetsuit etc etc! Not sure if it will be salvaged or not, and if so whether before next week. Current plan is to hire some kit from a Tri shop in Nice.
The main thing is we are all safe and well..... feel very sad for those not so lucky....
On the positives the skies have cleared, and I doubt IMF will be affected by the catastrophie.
I guess I'm allowed to be philosophical right now - and my feeling today is lets do IMF to celebrate the bravery of the helicopter and rescue crews, and the people of Var, and celebrate our goal to be the best we can be.
Take care all.
Jonathan


How to prepare for an Ironman in 10 days….
 
Or perhaps more accurately, how to assemble an entire kit list from scratch, when you’ve spent months carefully refining your kit list, and you have no idea where the nearest Tri shop is!

Well after posting the comment to Tritalk I was feeling fairly positive about doing Nice once again. Having been told I was unlikely to be able to get my kit back, I thought it would be straightforward to borrow/rent kit from Nice somewhere.

We moved up to Nice the following day, to stay in a Gite with my Dad. The evening we arrived I picked up the local Yellow Pages and flicked through - assuming I would quickly find a couple of Triathlon shops to call - well this was after all the spiritual home of French Triathlon, was it not?
No section on “triathlon”....
There were quite a few cycle shops, so all should be well, I guessed. I phoned three or four shops. No rental to be had. Once shopkeeper did rattle something after saying “non” which my French didn’t really catch, but I assumed was a suggestion to keep trying different shops. I was feeling positive.

The next day was Sunday - and a bit of a non-starter for bike shops in the area it seemed. We went to a beach with the kids. Whilst wandering down the promenade in Juan de Pins, I walked past a moped and bicycle rental shop, and stopped to peer in the window. Mopeds would clearly be scrutinised carefully by the IM referees, but one or two of the bikes looked ok - they were basically town bikes, but if I added slicks, and took off the shopping baskets, they would get me round - non?
OK maybe not, but a leaflet in a box outside the shop also mentioned “racing bikes” for hire. This was to be my first port of call the next day. They had a branch in Nice.

I decided to go for a walk down the promenade to get some lunch. On the way back a fit looking chap ran past me in 10k training mode. “I need shoes” I reminded myself. I followed in pursuit:
“Est-ce-que il y a un bon magasin de jogging pres d’ici” I asked him slightly breathlessly once I had caught him (he was pretty quick). He was remarkably cool about being pursued by a strange Englishman during his midday workout and explained Planet Jogging in Nice was the place to go. Excellent news.

A little later Anne was browsing on the Blackberry and we had a Eureka Moment - she had found “Antibes Triathlon” - with an address in Antibes just a few miles away. The kids had exhausted the beach options, so we jumped in the car and drove off in search. The GPS took us to the relevant street and I jumped out to look for the shop - expecting to see a toy-shop full of carbon fibre, neoprene, and lycra. My search would be over. Sadly not. The address seemed to be simply a post box in a large office/service building. Sadly I realised this was probably the postal address of the Antibes Triathlon, rather than somewhere to accommodate the Ironman In Distress. Rather deflated, we headed back to the Gite.


6 days to go to Ironman - my kit list still consisted of:
One pair of speedos
One rather badly worn (and flooded) pair of training shoes
No time to lose. At 8.30am I jumped in the car and headed off towards the first of two bike shops, to be following by the bike hire place I had high hopes for.
Doh! First bike shop closed! This was in a small suburb of Nice, and like many French shops they had a day off on Monday. Grrr! I headed off to the large Specialised Dealer with the large ad in the Yellow Pages - surely to be open on Mondays. After negotiating the challenging environment of the A8, I arrived outside “Neway Cycles” a large outfit promised all sorts of solutions for the cyclist in need. Closed!!!!
The horror was starting to dawn on me - even if I could find a bike shop to rent me a bike, the likelihood was that it would be closed on a Monday - so how was I going to get the bike back to them after the race, as we were flying out Monday morning......
I dashed towards the Nice branch of the bicycle and moped hire company. Once inside the largely deserted store, it became apparent the shop was 90% moped and 10% bike - and the only bikes in the Nice branch were indeed Shoppers. I started calculating the likely split time on one of those, and how close to the Cut Off I was going to be.....
“Our Cannes branch has racing bikes - I shall phone them for you”. Great! Sadly after explaining the dilemma and story of heroic woe to her colleague in Cannes, the news was not good: “Our racing bikes are not suitable for racing - they are more for tourists, just to cycle around on”. Clearly odd, but I suspect the talk of Ironman Racing had rather put off the Cannes branch who did not wish to have their bike trashed.... I made a mental note to go do to Cannes incognito if I ended up being desperate, also realising the bikes were probably just Shoppers without baskets, and go faster stripes.
Again dejected, I drove home, eyeing up on the way a rack of “Blue Velo” City Hire bikes..... Mmm, I have a cunning plan...... (although I was not sure how they would cope with Col D’Ecrenez).

Logging in to Tritalk I was stunned by the response of my virtual mates there. The words of encouragement and practical offers made me believe once again, I am going to do this IM, one way or another.
Chickenboy kindly offered to source some gels for me - a big win since I’d spend months trying to find some to suit me - and ticked off “gels” on my Kit List, which now read:

Speedos x 1 pair
Old and slightly battered training shoes x 1 pair
Gels x 24 (on order)

Things were looking up.
The wetsuit and bike were the major concerns - more the bike as I was reasonably sure I could source a wetsuit at the Expo, although of course there was no guarantee of that. I had three kind offers of wetsuit loans, of varying sizes, so things were looking up....

.....and then Muddy offered me a bike. Utterly fantastic. I felt bad about putting people to such trouble, but this was going to be a fail-safe for me. I emailed her gratefully accepting, if all else failed.

Kit list now read:
Speedos x 1 pair
Smelly trainers x 1 pair
Gels x 24 (on order)
Wetsuits (assorted sizes, lightly used) x 3
Bike (roughly correct size) x 1

Then there were my virtual researchers - Gary, Penny and Dave all kindly checked out the options for other bike/Tri shops. One name that cropped up a couple of times was Culture Velo - I’d previously tried to call them, and they denied renting anything, and they were the shop that were closed on Mondays. However it was now Tuesday, so lets try again.
This time it was more positive - yes we have 2 or 3 models for rental.
I dashed off in the car again.

Actually they didn’t formally do rental, but they did have some secondhand bikes for sale which they seemed to let people have on an informal rental basis although, they told me when I arrived, the most suitable one had just been sold. But they had a Cannondale. On old Ultegra bike, on sale for 300 Euro’s, obviously previously well loved, but functional. “I will rent this bike please”.

I HAVE A BIKE !!!!!!

The joy was incredible - I was on the way to the start line. I bought some new tyres to be put on the bike, chose some SPDs, and the bike shop reassured me they would service the bike overnight - “don’t worry”.

We headed off for the beach again, this time I was a very happy man.

Then the unexpected text from an old neighbour. Karl-Heinz was our German neighbour on the Disaster Camp. We shared the same helicopter and I had carried his daughter to the restaurant from their flooded car, so we were mates. I’d previously been told no access to the camp would be allowed before 29th June (after the Ironman), but the text was exciting....

“I have been on site - and your bike is still in your caravan, it looks fine”

So if Karl-Heinz was on site, and my bike was in one piece, why was I scrabbling around trying to find kit in Nice, when all mine was sitting in the caravan?

An hour later I was on the autoroute, driving back to the Disaster zone! Bearing in mind the Health and Safety message we’d been previously given about accessing the camp, I’d managed to obtain the key for our caravan from one of the junior camp staff, declining his offer to check with his bosses that the camp site was open “its fine, I’ll just pop down”.

With key in hand, driving back to the Camp Site was bizarre - there were abandoned cars and caravans everywhere, rubbish strewn all over, and a large contingent of Fireman pumping muddy water out of the swimming pool. A thick layer of muddy dust covered everything, with pools of stinking water in between. I found our caravan. Happily the van was more or less intact - it had moved slightly off its foundations, and the decking which used to be outside the entrance to the van was now at one end of the van, rammed against next door’s decking to block the central access road. I peered through the door window - I could see my bike!
I tried the key.... WRONG KEY !!!!!
I couldn’t believe it, and thought how stupid I had been to give the caravan key back to the camp site anyway. The caravan was clearly a write-off, so breaking in seemed the obvious way to go! It was though a fairly solid caravan. None of the windows were prise openable. I pulled hard on the door handle, then harder, then really hard - then it came off in my hand. Ooops.
So I phoned the owners.....

“Well the thing is, for Health and Safety reasons we are not allowing people to access the site, as it is still a disaster zone, and there is the risk of disease etc etc etc”.

I pointed out that I was actually already there, and I really really needed my bike back for Ironman France in 4 days time. They let me in.

The caravan was a bit of a mess. The water level inside the van was about 1.5 meters, with everything that had been under the water covered with a thin film of mud, the floor with a good centimeter of gloopy mud, but anything stored on the high level shelves being pretty much “as new”. Happily I had deliberately stored all my race clothing high up to keep it out of harms way. I filled a holdall with clean clothes and goodies, and several bin liners with various degrees of contaminated clothes and other bits and bobs, rescued the bike box that had amazingly survived the flood outside the caravan, and headed back home.

I was elated. I had my bike. I had a (very muddy) wetsuit, and my kit. I was going to be on the start line.

Giles my bike guru from home recommended a LBS service of the bike (I had been considering a quick hose-down). I went back to Culture Velo - with muddy bike in hand, explaining the story and that I no longer had need for the Cannondale. They were very understanding, waved my offer to pay for the Cannondale service, and agreed to service the bike overnight.

My kit list now read:
Complete (with Gels to arrive Saturday!)





Saturday 26th June 2010

The morning before the race I arranged to meet my virtual Tri Talk mates at the carousel on the promenade.

We wandered down to the beach - had a team photo, and then headed out for a practice swim - a quick 900m loop, which was great, beautiful morning, clear still water. Stopping at the buoys out to sea to chat. The whole meeting was a real confidence booster - partly to make peace with the sea before the mass start, and partly to know I had many new friends to share the experience with.

Sunday 27th June 2010 - Race Day !

Sunday morning I set the alarm for 5am, although woke just before, having had a pretty good sleep. Had a banana, a Powerbar, and a gel for breakfast, washed down with some Infinit energy drink (yum!). I headed down to transition, pumped my tyres, then dropped my streetwear bag in. As I was doing so, I bumped in to Paul - and we headed to the beach together. I persuaded Paul to join me in the sub 1.18 pen, although near the back, after a brief debate about the prevailing current direction (it was non-existent!). We made a few acquaintances on the beach, enjoyed the loud music and the arrival of the helicopter....then...

A minute early, according to my watch, a horn sounded - it wasn’t especially loud and I wondered if this was actually the start - until I saw splashes in the water ahead and realised the leaders were off. As the beach started to empty - the view was amazing - with the dawn sunlight reflecting off the buildings along the sea front, and the masses of swimmers turning the still water in to a rinse cycle. As I edged forward to the water - I realised most swimmers had less than a body length of water each - they were swimming on top of each others legs. I decided to wait a few more seconds before joining the wash.
Once in, it was amazing - the real Imax version of all the Ironman videos I have ever seen - with arms flailing all around. I started to swim. There were a few minor blows at first but nothing serious, and no risk of losing my goggles - my biggest fear. It was impossible to see the buoy we were heading for - but I could see the helicopter overhead, and figured it would be tracking the leader, so used that as a sight to aim for. After a few hundred meters, the swimmers were as packed as ever - with occasional pockets of clear water, which you could aim for and try and get a clear swim for a minute or two until you entered another scrum. I saw a girl swimming the wrong way, back to the beach, with head out of the water - I assume having a panic attack. She would have been out of the pack in only a minute or so, I reassured myself. There was no point stopping....

I headed left as we neared 1km out, not wishing to find myself on the inside track of the turn buoy and the crush that would be there. It was not until the second turn buoy, as we headed towards the beach again, that clear water was there to stay. Not for long though - as we approached the gate marking the short shore landing (2.4km), the crowds appeared again - and annoyingly many on my right seemed to assume they had to go to the left of the gate, not through it - more elbows and pushing. Someone whacked me fairly firmly in the right eye - and I wondered if I would have a black eye (I didn’t, as it happened). As we entered the gate people seemed to find their sense of direction. Then towards the shore - there was a small queue to land, so those in front of me stopped, as I did. The chap behind me seemed in a hurry and either accidentally or deliberately put his whole weight on me and pushed me right under the water. As I surfaced I shouted lots of rude words, although probably not in the right language. It was good to be on dry land - and surprisingly people were walking casually around the turn gate, rather than running. “Time to do it all again” someone said - only 1.4k I though, with the knowledge the swim had been good so far, 50mins in.
Leg two was fairly straightforward - and the second landing easier. I wasn’t too punch drunk - although had serious difficulty unzipping my wetsuit before the exit showers so lost a few transition seconds before a marshall unzipped it for me.
I ran up the ramp to transition with glee, one leg in the bag, this is Ironman......

T1 took much longer than my planned 5 minutes - due to a combination of not being able to find my bag terribly quickly, so taking ages to dry myself before putting suncream on. Shirt on (a proud moment to be finally wearing it in anger) then out to find the bike.
As always - a great feeling of freedom to be out on the bike after the swim, and we headed down the Promenade Des Anglais. We had 3-4 lanes of closed road down the Promenade, and all the presence of all the Police and Marshals reminded me what a special event this was. The first few k’s were flat and fairly brisk. The first aid station arrived pretty quickly, and I suddenly realised I had forgotten to put any sun cream on my face and neck! I asked a marshall if they had any - “allez - ma voiture” he shouted, and he ran down the road in front of me to his car, delving inside to find a tube for me. They were all like that - incredibly helpful. As I was rubbing the cream on I realised the soreness on my neck must be chaffing from my wetsuit, rather than sunburn. Shortly after the aid station we arrived at the first climb – I knew from the briefing information what this would be like – short and steep. I hit bottom gear and headed up, trying to keep my Heart Rate low so as to not interrupt taking in the nutrition I needed to keep going. There was an American chap on the hill, blowing a horn and shouting “come on, keep it up, no-one looks good on this hill, there you go” – great stuff! It was actually almost exactly like a Surrey Hill, so very much in the comfort zone. After that there was a longish section of flat or near flat as we gradually headed up through Vence, and other villages, with people out in the villages cheering us along. Then the climb. Col D’Ecrenez was the feared climb, but I was relishing the challenge. 20Km of climbing as we rose up to 1000m. About half way up it started to get serious, as the sun rose, the shade disappeared and the gradient increased. A French chap next to me was muttering “trente deux degree”, and an ambulance rushed up the hill past us, later to stop by a bike laid on the side of the road. This was how Ironman was supposed to be…
That hill went on and on and on, then eventually stopped. I got off the bike at the Special Needs station, and instantly regretted not having packed a sandwich for myself to collect there, eyeing a couple of people munching on them. A quick bite of Powerbar for me – then descending again – fast and fun… The course winded up and down for a while after that, and having been annoyed to see my Av Speed drop to 19kmh (I needed 22.5 for a sub-8 hour ride), it started to gradually creep up again. The legs started to object a little though – sore bum, sore forefeet, as we staying at 1000m, not dropping into the big descent yet. There was one last final climb – 6km, where I passed a Male Pro rider, clearly having a very bad day and winding all over the road. I wondered why he didn’t simply stop and wait for the bus. “The only time you ever find yourself wishing you could run a marathon to get some rest” I heard someone say.

Then the descent – after Col de Vence (which we approached from the flat side, so no climb there), the ground dropped away sharply. The riding was amazing. The slopes were not too steep, just enough to get a great turn of speed, yet for it to be easily controllable with the brakes when needed. There were a few other riders around, but all keeping sensible distances. After a while, and against my usual conservative instinct, I felt the urge to overtake, and gradually picked off the riders in front – both on the bends, and straight line – descending in the tri bars. Totally out of character! The later bends were amazing “scalectric” like curves with banked road surfacing you could really lean the bike in to and accelerate out. These were of course closed roads, so no oncoming traffic to worry about.
Then the roller-coaster ride abruptly ended as we landed on the floor of the valley, hit the afternoon sea-breeze head on, and made our way back in to Nice. As we arrived at the airport, I could see the run course looking full, and was dying to get off the bike, remove the pressure from my forefeet with padded shoes and stretch the legs.

T2 was relaxed. I changed, had a drink and the great treat of the day – two small pieces of Melba Toast. Yum! Then the run.
I was looking out for Anne, Dad and the kids as I started, but no familiar faces at first. However I quickly was “adopted” by a few people in the crowd (the union flag and name on my shirt helped), who would cheer me on with every lap from then on. The first lap felt fine – and I ran it at my usual training pace of 60 minutes for the 10.5km – in theory I was on for a 4 hour marathon….
I saw Anne, Dad, Joshua and Isabelle at the beginning of the second lap, and then again on lap 3 – a real boost and delight. I felt stronger.

Then the heat – little wind and the sun was still very high. There were many people walking, and the showers in demand. Finishing was the first priority, a sub-14hour finish a second, so I accepted the urge in my legs to start walking a little. Initially the rule was only walk through the aid station, running the rest. That worked fine for lap 2, when I only lost 5 mins or so on the first lap time. Then it became harder: Firstly I was struggling to drink properly. The Infinit energy and electrolyte drink was making me feel sick, and vomiting would have played havoc with my fluid balance. I couldn’t take my energy gels any longer either – but I could not afford to run out of muscle power. Secondly the legs were starting to hurt more, although they still felt reasonably powerful. I also had a slight tightness in my chest – not really my asthma, but something not quite 100%.
In lap three I decided to move to a proper run-walk strategy, power-walking the “walk” elements. This worked pretty well – and someone commentated I was walking faster than they were running – which was pretty much the case. I certainly lost little speed doing that, and it was much less punishing than running all the time. I was worried about getting a low blood sodium though, as by now all I could drink was water, and I was sweating a fair amount. I moved back to the Infinit again, and found that if I sipped this slowly as I walked, it stayed down ok. Water was potential poison now.
And then the final lap. I had to finish this thing. I realised that the only thing stopping me now was either hyponatraemia, or a major injury such as a ruptured Achilles tendon. I figured I could probably crawl and hop 2km in a couple of hours even if the worse happened, so the goal now was getting to 40km in one piece. I therefore mostly powerwalked – which felt much safer at this stage than running. I checked the split time at the airport turn – 40 minutes to make my sub-14hour Ironman – surely almost enough time to walk the whole way now – but I walked a little more – I needed to be sure of finishing.
At the 40Km mark I started to run – surely nothing could stop me now – 2 hours to complete 2km. At the last shower I bumped in to Gary, my club mate from Guildford – amazing coincidence. We ran a few paces together before he waved me ahead and dropped back, and I headed on. As I approached the finish chute, Anne, Dad and the kids were in the crowd to my right. I waved, then suddenly Joshua was running alongside me! I waved him to go back to Mummy, but he sprinted after me with impressive turn of speed! I picked him up and walked back. Anne explained some people were taking kids though the finish – however I’d read an article in the Tri magazine recently saying Ironman had banned this – and were disqualifying finishers who took their family with them. I felt bad about it, but Joshi stayed with Mummy. In the end as I ran towards the finish chute again, I saw Gary ahead of me with his three boys! I crossed the line just a few seconds after Gary – it was great to be able to congratulate each other at the finish. The photographer seemed happy with the obligatory photo at first take, then I met the videographer – what to say? “That was very very hard, and I’m never ever ever doing it again, but it was great” seemed about right.
I went back in to transition, where I saw Anne and Joshua once again, and this time climbed on a concrete block to lift Joshi over the 6 foot high fence in to transition to join the experience. Once inside Joshi delighted in helping me collect my medal and bag, but we were thwarted in the attempt to get back in to the finish area for a Team finish photo by the security crew! It was then a case of collecting my bags and bike, meeting up with the rest of the family, and walking back to the hotel. Joshua needed a little persuading that his “tired little legs” were not as tired as Daddy’s, so I was not offering a shoulders ride on this occasion. I ended up horizontal in the hotel room fairly quickly, Anne wonderfully finding me the bagette I requested at 9pm on a Sunday evening, and then sleep…….
 

So what next?
We as I write I feel pretty tired still, different bits of me ache on a daily basis – ankle, knee, shoulders….
In theory, given enough training time, and a robust enough body, I’d love to try again sometime. The drug is addictive.
 
In reality I know I trained very hard for this event, inevitably compromising the other things I want to do in life – most importantly the family ones, and I know if I did the same again in a year or two the outcome would but be likely to be similar (racing for a PB is so seductive…). I also know I was lucky with the various body niggles along the way – I managed to avoid serious injury, although had a few near misses – my bike crash last summer, my clicky Achilles, my broken toe after last summer’s 3.8k swim, my ulnar neuropathy. All these things happen anyway of course, but when training for Ironman the room for slippage in the training schedule is much tighter, and the potential for injury greater.
 
As traumas do, the flood also reminded me the over-whelming importance of the family, and they need to come first. I have a future Ironman and Ironlady to coach (Joshua has already asked if I would do the race with him when he is older!).
 
So for now it will be playing with the kids, gardening and sailing that will be the main distraction. I shall of course find an interesting event to have as an “A” race next year – but it will be no longer than a Half. And I need to work on my cycling – I may do a few timetrials – that would be moving out of the comfort zone, and should be very do-able with everything else in life. I’ll keep the baseline fitness level “Olympic Distance” ready, which I reckon is do-able on 4-5 hours training a week.
 
So will there ever be another Ironman? I suspect not, although if the kids throw down the gauntlet one day, it’ll be tricky not to pick it up.
_________________
http://niceirondad.blogspot.com/
Back to top
View user's profile Send private message
MarkD




Joined: 03 May 2008
Posts: 352
Location: Cornwall or Dubai - depending on whether its playtime or work time

PostPosted: Fri Jul 02, 2010 1:41 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Jonathon, Great report and a great read.

I believe you must of had the most unusual and arduous final weeks taper of anyone taking part in the event.
Well done on sticking with it and getting firstly to the start line and then completing IM France - you are now an Ironman. Very Happy
_________________
2009 .... South Devon Coastal 1/2 Mara, Beaulieu middle distance, IMUK 70.3, Challenge Barcelona, Tavy 7
2010... Tavy 13, Saltash Half, IM France
2011... Abu Dhabi LD Tri, Challenge Roth.
Back to top
View user's profile Send private message
LifeofRiley




Joined: 13 Apr 2007
Posts: 2459
Location: Not sure but it's very dark in here...

PostPosted: Fri Jul 02, 2010 6:48 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Wow - an awesome read and an awesome result. Congratulations mate.

What is even more amazing is that you modestly left out the bit about how you saved a kiddie's life a few days after being rescued!

Mucho respect, sir!
_________________
I have reached 100kg - my maximum weight ever. The only way is down from here.....or is it?!
Back to top
View user's profile Send private message Visit poster's website
simonfoley




Joined: 25 Jun 2008
Posts: 183
Location: Geneva, Switzerland

PostPosted: Fri Jul 02, 2010 6:54 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Quote:
where I passed a Male Pro rider, clearly having a very bad day and winding all over the road. I wondered why he didn’t simply stop and wait for the bus. “The only time you ever find yourself wishing you could run a marathon to get some rest” I heard someone say.


I passed this guy later also. He told me they had given him the wrong number and he was an age grouper.

Great report- loved it. A bit short though.
Back to top
View user's profile Send private message
Doonhamer




Joined: 16 Nov 2008
Posts: 2380
Location: Up above the streets & houses

PostPosted: Fri Jul 02, 2010 7:22 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

You'll certainly remember June of 2010, won't you? You had an incredible journey to the start line & a great race.
Story well told, Top Fella.

(much better than some of these boring reports Very Happy .)
_________________
If in doubt, Flat out.
Back to top
View user's profile Send private message
Bainsy




Joined: 11 Jan 2006
Posts: 2314
Location: TUnbridge Wells

PostPosted: Fri Jul 02, 2010 7:25 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Well done matey - brings back memories of 2007 !!

A great race - and massive respect for meeting your goals after the week prior
_________________
Life is free - take it in big chunks.....

2006 IM CH, 2007 IMF, 2008 Norseman, 2009 100 hour Raid Pyrenees, 2010 Marazion, 2011 AXtri, 2012 - White Horse Challenge, Tonbridge, 2nd baby, 2013 - Aberdeen to Southampton bike, 2014 Gauntlet

2015 ?
Back to top
View user's profile Send private message
The Iain




Joined: 12 May 2007
Posts: 2345
Location: London (Forest Hill/Sydenham)

PostPosted: Fri Jul 02, 2010 7:37 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Great report, well done for getting through that "taper"!
_________________
Blog
Back to top
View user's profile Send private message
theprawn




Joined: 28 Jan 2009
Posts: 7917
Location: ldn

PostPosted: Fri Jul 02, 2010 7:48 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

nice one, a couple of weeks you'll never forget.

what's all this about saving someones life?
Back to top
View user's profile Send private message AIM Address
Jonathan I




Joined: 28 Mar 2009
Posts: 224
Location: Surrey

PostPosted: Fri Jul 02, 2010 8:17 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Simon I am dismayed to find via a word count that you slam duncked me to the tune of 1200 words, I shall try harder next time...!

Prawn/LoR - to be honest I missed it out as it was not really IM related but just part of the ridiculous "so called holiday" at the time. It was also not especially heroic as I was simply doing my job.
Two days after the un-scheduled helicopter ride we were on camp site mark II, chatting by the pool, when there was lots of shouting - a toddler had been pulled out of the pool blue and not breathing. As a Doc I led the resuscitation and we got him back. More helicopters involved as he was flown to hospital! He was apparently fine in the end.
_________________
http://niceirondad.blogspot.com/
Back to top
View user's profile Send private message
Poet




Joined: 13 Apr 2007
Posts: 9990

PostPosted: Fri Jul 02, 2010 9:23 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

So, you still doing Outlaw, then?
_________________
BLOG | ATHLINKS | TWITTER
Back to top
View user's profile Send private message
Display posts from previous:   
Post new topic   Reply to topic    TriTalk.co.uk Forum Index -> Events All times are GMT
Page 1 of 1
  Share
 
Jump to:  
You cannot post new topics in this forum
You cannot reply to topics in this forum
You cannot edit your posts in this forum
You cannot delete your posts in this forum
You cannot vote in polls in this forum





Home | About TT | Privacy Policy | Terms and Conditions | Advertising | Contact TT
Copyright ©2003-2015 TriTalk®.co.uk. All rights reserved.