Chilly Runs and Wintery Fun

To keep some enthusiasm in training over the winter, I have, over the past 2-3 years, entered winter running races. They don’t tend to be your normal plod down the road mind you. I like to mix it up and enter some off-road obstacle type races too, which always seem to include an unnecessary amount of cold water to wade through. I find it does a great job of keeping your enthusiasm for training in check over the dark months and kick start the next year’s training. So here is my look back at three races that I competed in from December 2014 until February 2015. The Grim Challenge After a troublesome car journey involving my car breaking down only 5 miles from the event, myself and Emma mad

All triathlons are not created equal!

All triathlons are not created equal. Races are broken down into four basic distances, with courses and culture making each one a unique challenge. In this blog I have aimed to do a list with approximate guidelines for the four distances — your triathlon might be slightly shorter or longer, but this is a good general guide. Triathlon Types and Distances Sprint: 0.5km to 0.75km swim (0.3 to 0.5 mile), 20km to 22km bike (12.4 to 13 miles), and 5km run (3.1 miles). Super sprints are slightly shorter races: 0.4km swim (0.25 mile), 10km bike (6.2 miles) and 2.5km run (1.5 miles). The sprint is the most popular distance in the sport. Beginning triathletes most often select sprint distances as thei

Anything is Possible...

I found this in the Ironman website and I think it resumes a lot of what this sport is all about! "In 1978, U.S. Naval Commander John Collins and his wife Judy issued a challenge. They proposed combining Oahu’s 2.4 mile swim race, 112 mile bike race, and 26.2 mile marathon. On February 18, 1978 fifteen competitors, including Collins, traveled to Waikiki to take on the first-ever IRONMAN challenge. Swim 2.4 miles, bike 112 miles, run 26.2 miles- BRAG FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE. "

Hell of the Ashdown 22nd February 2015

Why am I here?’ We’ve all asked that question after a pre-dawn alarm call and hurried preparations as we get ready to embark on another test of personal endurance. In my case it was worse - I was going to Hell. On a freezing February morning I was in a group of cyclists huddled together shivering at the start line of the Hell of the Ashdown sportive, listening to a marshall explaining that the route had been altered because of ice on the roads and imploring us to ride safely. Last winter I tore my quad after coming off on ice and missed a month’s training. I was very nervous. It all started in January as I was searching for pre-season challenges. We triathletes love pain (allegedly) and the


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