Ironman Wales Report and tips 2014


Family Lander Stow ensconced in the Clarence House Hotel, Tenby

I felt remarkably calm in the week before Ironman Wales. I had hit nearly every single training session bang on for the previous 8 months, except for a couple missed due to a cold in February, and I felt that I certainly had an “engine” capable of getting me through to the finish. There was no small amount of pressure on me as I was only planning on the single attempt, I was doing it for charity and I desperately wanted to finish. Read on to see how my day went, how I prepared, and also perhaps pick up a few tips along the way.

For those that don’t know: An Ironman triathlon is a race that involves a 2.4 mile open water swim, a 112 mile bike ride and a marathon. You have to complete it by midnight and the race starts at 7am. Ironman Wales is based in Tenby and this was the fourth year that it had been run. I was doing this as a massive personal challenge but also to raise money for the Plymouth District Leukaemia Fund (PDLF). To encourage folks to donate a few extra pennies I wore superman pants over my wetsuit in the swim and donned my trusty harlequin costume for the run. If you like this article then please go to to see how you can donate to help our fundraising.

In the weeks before Ironman Wales I had a fit of faux affluence and decided to book the remaining family room in the Clarence House Hotel, right on the finishing straight of the race. Until that point we were going to camp  on the outskirts of Tenby, but with Sam’s (my wife) recent stem cell transplant for her leukaemia and our two young kids along for the fun it seemed prudent to ensure that we were comfortable. This was my one attempt and I didn’t want to ruin it by a couple of rough nights in a tent and a load of hassle to get to the start, especially if the weather turned out to be poor.

We arrived at the Clarence House Hotel on the Friday night after a four and a half hour drive, and unloaded the car into the room before moving it to the long stay section of the Tenby Multi story car park. Our little Hyundai i30 estate had done a passable impression of Mary Poppins’ handbag for the trip and it took me 5 or so trips to get it all empty and the bike stashed in the hotel lobby.

The day before

On the Saturday we went down en mass so that Evie, our 5 year old daughter, could register for Ironkids and I could register for the full event. This involved a lot more standing around than we anticipated, as we first queued for twenty minutes to get me registered, then queued for ten minutes to get Evie registered, then queued for forty five minutes to buy some Ironman branded goodies. The tills were excruciatingly slow due to the bad reception for the credit card machines. Finally we got back to the room at about 10:45 and I could start prepping my transition bags. I was meant to be racking my kit between 11am and noon, and my planned easy morning had now become a bit of a rush.

Tip: Arrive a couple of days before the race so that you can get your Ironman shopping and registration out of the way early. The less standing around you have to do on the day before the race the better.

In Ironman races you are given three bags for transition. One for T1 (Swim to Bike), one for T2 (Bike to Run) and one for after. In IM Wales you have a fourth bag that you take with you to the swim start as it is 1km from the transition and you need to have shoes ready for the run through. You can also get another bag to leave at the bike special needs station, but I didn’t plan on using that one and didn’t need it. Once you rack your bike and transition bags on the Saturday you can no longer access the bags before you are in the race, but you can get to the bike on the Sunday morning before the swim. I had already written a list of things that I was going to put in the bags, which was a good thing as my brain decided to pretty much stop working on the Saturday and every time I tried to think about race strategy I got the mental equivalent of an engaged dial tone.

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With bags and bike racked it was now time for lunch, so we walked into the middle of Tenby, found a sandwich shop and ate as simply as possible to keep my stomach in order. This wasn’t the time to be eating pub grub, or trying something new. I stuck to a ham salad baguette which, this being Tenby, was extremely cheap. We then wandered back to the hotel room to chill out for a couple of hours before Evie’s Ironkids race at 3.15pm. Sam and I both fell asleep on the bed while the kids played with their toys, waking up just in time to get down to the start of the race.

Evie’s race was a 500m affair and I had the joy of running it with her while Sam and Kristian waited at the finish line. Evie started at the back of her wave, but flew along and picked people off one by one for the whole 500m. All was going swimmingly until we turned the last corner and the wind blew her hair into her face. I pulled it out of her eyes and held it in a loose pony tail, so that she could see, all the way to the finish line. Crossing the line she got her Ironkids finshers medal to go with her Ironkids t-shirt and proclaimed that she could have gone much faster if she didn’t have to wait for Daddy….

Sam’s parents had turned up while Evie was racing and Sam took them off to see the sights of Tenby while I retired to the room to relax for a bit before the race brief at 5pm. The race brief was reasonably light hearted, but suitably serious where it needed to be. It kept everyone’s attention and we were informed of the key offences to avoid. The big ones that stick to mind are do not litter anywhere on the course, this includes discarding bottles. Littering was punishable with disqualification. And do not draft. Drafting was punishable with a 6 minute time penalty, or disqualification if you did it again.

Tip: Get to the Saturday race brief early as it soon becomes standing room only, and the day before the race you ideally want a seat. If possible attend the Friday race brief instead. You do not need to attend both.

After the brief I grabbed some simple food from town and then back to the room to put my feet up for the rest of the night.

Race day

I had slept remarkably well and was up at 5am (T minus 2 hours)to have a breakfast of muesli and soya milk with a strong coffee. While doing this I put on the gear that I had laid out while packing my transition bags on Saturday, and prepared the bottles for the bike. One of water, one with electrolytes only and one with 10 Cliff Shot gels dissolved into water. I stuffed four Cliff energy bars into the four pockets of my tri suit, picked up my things and left the room.

Tip: If it is likely to be dark either at the start when sorting out your bike, or at the finish, then make sure that you pack a small head torch. Using a portaloo in the dark isn’t much fun.

I put my pump, toolkit, Garmin 910xt, shoes and bottle onto my bike, powered the Garmin on, calibrated my Vector peddles, and then wandered off to join the portaloo queues. I eventually found one underneath a light, so that I could see what I was doing!

Next I checked in my white bag containing a few things for after the race, and made my way into the throng of triathletes waiting to walk down to the beach. A few moments later we were on our way and the extent of the crowds became apparent. There were people four deep lining the walk down and we could see them spread all along the clifftop overlooking the swim course. From up here the water looked pretty choppy, but not too bad. The skies were blue, the sun was rising and the moon was also visible. What a beautiful morning to do something bonkers.

As I got to the beach the tannoy was declaring that the warm-up was over and that athletes had to leave the water. I was slightly miffed as I wanted my usual pre-race pee in the sea. Instead I did the rather undignified thing of simply peeing myself on the beach. It is almost impossible to pee whilst actually swimming without looking like you need to be rescued. I was stood near the back of the mob of athletes to the left hand side, with pee trickling out of my ankle cuffs, ready to head straight towards the first turn buoy, but hopefully out of the worst of the melee. I couldn’t really hear the tannoy any more, although it sounded like the Welsh national anthem was being played. Suddenly we were off.

The Swim

As I waded into the water there were so many athletes that it was more of a walk than a sprint, much more sedate than I expected. As I got deeper it was apparent that the waves were much bigger close up than they appeared from the cliff tops. I had been looking forward to the swim, but a brief flicker of doubt crossed my mind. Pushing this back I dove forward and started to crawl. I say crawl, but brawl may be a better word for it. This was the infamous Ironman bun fight with hands and feet flying everywhere. Visibility under the water was nill and the only thing to do was push on as carefully as possible and hope that you didn’t pick-up a black eye or lose your goggles.

Sighting was tricky as you had to time it right or you simply couldn’t see over the next wave. The first buoy was about 400m (total guess) out but the tide was against us, as were the waves, and it was like swimming on a treadmill and going nowhere. I had ear plugs in which helped massively with the motion sickness due to keeping the cold water from sloshing in and out of my ear canals, but this was so rough I feared that normal motion sickness might get me. I needn’t have worried though as I adapted quickly. My stroke rate settled down, as did my breathing, and I settled into a comfortable pace, bilaterally breathing every three strokes and frequently sighting as the waves jostled me. At the first turn we had a bottle neck and everyone bobbed about for a moment as we went around, there was even some chatting which was a bit surreal. As we turned the water seemed to flatten out a bit and the tide started helping. This was the longest leg of the swim, but very easy to sight on thanks to the lifeboat house. It soon passed and I turned towards the beach. Soon I dashed around the Australian Exit (run up the beach, over the timing mat and back towards the sea), receiving cheers as people spotted my Superman pants, and dived back into the water again. The first leg was every bit as lumpy this first time round and despite the now spaced out triathletes I received a bit more of a battering. Someone solidly punched me in the back of the head, a foot connected with my left goggle, pushing it hard onto my face, and with 100m to go someone managed to kick me in the end of the nose.

Tip: If you get dizzy and nauseous while swimming in cold open water then try earplugs before you reach for the pills! Open water swimmers know to do this, but it doesn’t seem to have been picked up widely by triathletes.

Out of the water, wetsuit off, shoes on, and up the hill to T1. My estimated swim time was 90 minutes and it took me 95. I was very happy with that.

Coming out of the swim after the second lap

Coming out of the swim after the second lap

The bike

The Ironman Wales bike course is stunning, extremely well supported and also challenging. The first fifty miles take you on a lovely tour of the coast, out past Angle before heading back to Pembroke Dock and Lamphrey. Here you turn and head cross country and over quite a few hills to Narberth before heading back to the coast, through Wiseman’s Bridge and Saundersfoot before hitting Tenby again. Next you loop back through to Lamphrey and repeat the Narberth – Saundersfoot Section.

My plan for the bike was simple. Stick to an average power output of around 180W, eat solid food for the first four hours in the form of Cliff bars and then tuck in to my bottle full of gels for the final three hours, giving me a seven hour finish time. Straight away my stomach didn’t feel right. Unusually it wasn’t my upper intestine that was the problem but my bowels, they felt really uncomfortable on the bike. I pushed on to see how it would develop and my pacing was spot on as we rolled along the coast to Angle. I would cruise past people on the flat and downhill sections, but some would catch me up on the hills. I refused to be drawn in and didn’t want to blow my legs up by pushing hard on a hill this early on. I saw many people gasping for breath though and pushing really hard. They were going to have an extremely long day! Inevitably I eventually overtook all of the folk that were already gasping, although a few very powerful riders did cruise past me and steadily pulled away, pacing themselves correctly.

As we went through the first check at Angle I contemplated the portaloo, but there was a queue so I didn’t stop. I swapped my bottle of water for another and carried on through. As we climbed out the headwind hit us as we crossed the exposed hilltops. The course was fairly flat, and I continued pacing myself into the wind, overtaking rider after rider as I did so. When I got back to Lamphrey I felt good and my average power output was showing as 187W. Throughout all of this time I was appalled by the amount of litter that had been dropped by athletes, and also at the amount of athletes that I saw persistently drafting. I had one guy try to stick on my back wheel and I’m afraid that I wasn’t very polite to him. If you draft then you are cheating yourself and the other athletes. Don’t do it or you risk that six minute penalty and potential disqualification.

After Lamphrey the real hills started to come, and also the awesome descents. There were a few really good ones and I made up places on those too. On one occasion I heard a rider come up fast behind me as I entered a steep downhill left hand bend. I was going quick and it sounded like this was going to be messy. I pulled in, slowed some more and looked back. He was on the outside of the road and struggling to scrub off speed as he went into the gutter. I have no idea how he remained upright, but he just about pulled it back and carried on. What an idiot, going far too fast for the conditions. Unfortunately I know of a female cyclist that was taken out during the Challenge Weymouth event on the same day by a rider behaving similarly and she was badly injured at no fault of her own. No race is worth endangering your life and other peoples, especially as none of us were exactly racing for the win!!!

Tip: Work on your bike handling skills. Being a fast but safe descender makes up a lot of time and doesn’t cost you any energy expenditure.

The hill in Saundersfoot and up to New Hedges was simply awesome with people crowding the road and cheering. It didn’t hurt that the race leader was only a mile or so behind me and the crowds were out in force. I didn’t know he was there until he whooshed past me on the outskirts of Tenby. I whizzed across the double roundabout in Tenby, slamming the brakes on as a cyclist swerved out in front of me, at which point the bottle on my bars ejected itself onto the road. I wasn’t in a place that I could safely stop and retrieve it, so I carried on with no water.

At this point my brain was getting very fed-up with cycling. My backside was getting a bit sore from the saddle, my neck was stiff from the aero position and even my right index finger was sore from the gear changing. I couldn’t wait for the next thirty or so miles to be over so I could get off this infernal two wheeled contraption. I moped along to Lamphrey, my output wattage average dropping from the big climbs and descents, and here I finally stopped. My bowels couldn’t wait any longer. I spotted an available portaloo, perched the bike against it and dashed inside. It was clean, thank goodness!

Cue whistling, some humming and a few other noises that I shant describe.

I was in that portaloo for five minutes according to my Garmin, but it was worth every second. I felt much better getting back on the bike, grabbed another water bottle and I was off. My brain started to settle down and was no longer protesting so much. I paced myself around the climbs again and could enjoy the descents even more this time around, now that I was familiar with them. By the time I got back around to Tenby I was enjoying myself again and looking forward to the run.

My guesstimate for my bike time was 7 hours and I had finished the bike in 6:58:29. According to the results I had overtaken 400 people. Don’t think that I am a good cyclist, I am fairly average, but my swim is disproportionately slow compared to my cycling and running abilities.

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The run

I didn’t rush the second transition. I put my harlequin outfit on, ate a honey stinger bar and visited another portaloo. My bowels still weren’t right, but that wasn’t going to stop me. As an ultra marathon runner I wasn’t about to be daunted by a simple 26.2 miles, no matter how much my intestines were objecting.

As I ran out onto the course the roadside crowds were again four people deep. They saw my costume and they went bonkers. I couldn’t keep the grin off of my face. It was awesome and I didn’t see a single other person in fancy dress

Tip: In an Ironman the run is all about what is left after the swim and the bike. People often push too hard on the bike and suffer a poor run because of it. Unfortunately the Wales course really lends itself to this eventuality due to the nature of the bike course and the location of the worst hills, so you have to be really careful.

I had been racing now for nearly nine hours and the pros were just finishing as I started the marathon. How awesome are the pros?!? For me I wanted to finish in under fourteen hours, but I didn’t once look at my watch to see how I was doing. The available time left to me didn’t matter in the slightest, the only way to get an optimum finish time was to look after my body’s needs, pace myself and keep moving forward. I would finish when I could, worrying about the time wouldn’t make me any quicker, but might force me into a pacing error and make me even slower.

Worryingly I was told on the run that a friend of mine had cut the swim short, doing the first lap only and heading back up to the transition. He was a slower swimmer than me, started behind me and was already worried about beating the cutoff, and that was before we saw how choppy it was. This was really worrying, but I also heard that he was on the run course, which was a little confusing. I would see him on later laps of the run, but we were going in opposite directions, so I didn’t have time to chat with him.

I walked each aid station and ate what I could. It was on the second lap that I polished my strategy. I would walk the quiet uphill stretches with few spectators and the aid stations so that I could shovel in flat coke, bananas and mini pretzels. This gave me the energy to put on a show in my costume for the spectators on the busier sections, high fiving everyone, grinning like a loon and hopefully looking like I wasn’t suffering too badly. Tenby itself was exhausting and amazing. The crowds were simply epic, and all the kids wanted a high five. As the evening went on, and the beer flowed, more and more adults wanted high fives too. I passed various other members of my tri club, both those competing and those in the crowd, it was great to see the friendly familiar faces. We were all in this together and there was no option but to drag ourselves to that finishing line.

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The run was four laps, with bright bands given out each time we went through New Hedges. The colour band denoted what lap you were on, so you knew who you were lapping and who was lapping you. I spent quite a lot of time running with Anya, also from the Plymouth Tri Club and in her first Ironman. We chatted and joked as we went to keep our minds off of those body parts that hurt, which was pretty much everything. Triathlon doesn’t tend to leave a muscle group unused!

The sun was now vanishing and the roads getting darker. I went particularly slowly on lap 3 so that I would have some energy to put on a bit of a show for the final lap. It was time to pay back some of the crowds enthusiasm and high fives. The runners that had more than one lap to go were given flashing LED bands, to keep them visible in the dark. Generators and lights were also moved out onto the remote sections so that it never got too dark for too long. I pulled myself together, grabbed the light blue band for the last lap and started to skip. Anywhere people cheered me I tried to wave, skip and high five. They loved it and their enthusiasm kept me going. The final leg through Tenby was simply epic, the crowd went extra mad as they saw me come through for the final time.

As I emerged from the town walls it was time to turn left and onto the finishing leg instead of right and onto another lap. I ran down the finishing straight high fiving anyone that I could reach and as I reached the red carpet I paused, took a deep breath and began to skip, pointing at my number to ensure that I got:

“Richard Lander Stow YOU ARE AN IRONMAN”

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To be honest the announcer seemed a touch bewildered at the clown skipping down the red carpet and he only just seemed to get it out 🙂

I crossed the finish line in thirteen hours and fifty two minutes, 8 minutes under my target time, and with a grin on my face that I am still wearing four days later. I spotted my wife almost immediately and sent her off to get me a large portion of fish and chips. Oh, and I spent 17 minutes in portaloos. Stupid bowels!

A small present that my wife bought me after the race.

A small present that my wife bought me after the race.


My training for Ironman Wales was a mixed bag as I was doing ultra marathons earlier in the year and didn’t solely focus on Ironman until early June. To help me through this I enlisted the help of experienced triathlon coach Neil Scholes of Kinetic Revolution. I had some lofty goals and very little spare time in which to achieve them. Over a nine month period Neil took me to a level of fitness that I have never managed to achieve before. On an average training week of just 9.5 hours he made me a better swimmer, cyclist and runner than I had ever been, let alone all three at the same time. There were some simple rules that I stuck to in my training though, see if any of these might help you:

  • Consistency. Do all of your training sessions. If you are tired or poorly then modify them to suit, but do something if you can. If in doubt then rest and see a doctor though!
  • Recovery. If a training session is meant to be easy then ensure that it is. This is so that when you get to a hard one you can go hard.
  • Enjoy. I tweaked all of my training sessions for my own enjoyment. This meant that runs were mostly on trails, bikes rides were on my turbo (sorry, but I am perfectly happy riding on a turbo trainer!), and outdoor swims were spent exploring places with outdoor swimmers and not spent doing drills. I kept those for the pool which I visited when it was quiet so people didn’t get in my way. Do what works for you.
  • Injury. If you start to get an injury then sort it out and see the right kind of specialist. I am lucky as I have an awesome sports therapist in Kelsie Peters, and when I had an issue I used all of my connections to get the right treatment. At one point this led to me travelling up to London to visit Jonathan Bell, orthopedic surgeon at the Wimbledon Clinics and then Claire Robertson, a physiotherapist specialising in patella femoral pain, also at the Wimbledon Clinics. This was worth the time out as they specialise in seeing athletes and it helped me get to the root cause of some chronic knee pain that had been getting worse and worse over the last few years. I am pleased to say that after taking their advice that I had no knee pain during Ironman Wales, and my knee is improving all of the time.
  • Specificity. Swim like a triathlete, cycle like a triathlete and run like a triathlete. You are not a swimmer, a runner or a cyclist. You are a TRIATHLETE!
  • Be wary of doing things “like a pro” or using kit that a pro would use, unless you are a pro or potential Kona qualifier!
  • If this is your first Ironman then do not be too specific about setting a time goal. My primary goal was to finish with a vague thought at the back of my mind that it would be even nicer to finish in under 14 hours.

If I was doing another Ironman then I would start looking towards a better time goal and I would make the whole previous twelve months of my time dedicated towards achieving it i.e. I wouldn’t confuse the training by mixing in ultra marathons. I would also give myself a couple of years to hit my time goal, so that if I fluffed an event it wouldn’t matter and could be worked into the plan. I would never be specifically trying for a Kona slot though as that requires more training time to achieve than I have available to me. Whether I actually get around to another Ironman is up for debate as there are so many other interesting adventures out there that I want to have first.

My last training point is that you cannot blag an Ironman. You need to put in the miles, work on your weaknesses and turn yourself into a machine capable of completing the race. If you do find yourself in a position that you can’t finish due to a timing cutoff then man-up and accept that, don’t cheat. Don’t draft, don’t make illegal progress etc etc.


I recently wrote an article on Ironman Pacing which I stand by and worked for me. You can see it here.

What’s my next goal?

You may have noticed that I planned on Ironman Wales being my only Ironman for the time being. This is because I have different goals for next year and will be heading into ultra marathons in a big way. I want to qualify for the North Face Ultra Trail du Mont Blanc and to get there I need to get points in qualifying races. I shall be running in the 81 mile Oner in Dorset in April and then the South Downs Way 100 miler a couple of months later if I can get an entry. If I complete these in the time limits then I will be able to enter the UTMB ballot for 2016. If I get a spot on my first try (fingers crossed) then I will be running the UTMB in the year that I turn 40. After I achieve the UTMB then maybe I will return to Ironman, but I may move on to something a little more different, a multi day desert race perhaps.

My equipment

  • Wetsuit: Zone3 Vision as a rental from – Very happy with this suit and much more comfortable than my old Orca S4 or Foor Classic
  • Bike: Felt B16: The cheapest TT bike I could get which I then added Garmin Vector pedals to. I then had a “proper job” bike fit from Paul at which was worth every penny as it increased my efficiency massively. I really like this bike and rate it as excellent value for money. I find it comfy and have had no problems with it.
  • Helmet: Giro Air Attack. I love this helmet. It is so quiet and efficient to ride in, it doesn’t get too hot due to effective venting and is aerodynamic in just about any position you can put your head in while cycling.
  • Wheels: Nothing special. Whatever came on the Felt. They go around in circles
  • Tyres: Continental GP4000S. Always. My favourite tyre with amazing all round grip, low rolling resistance and awesome durability.
  • Tri Suit: Orca 226 Kompress two piece. Very comfortable, has four streamlined pockets and I love using it, although it does have a tendancy to flash my belly button squeeze a small roll of tummy out the gap at the front as the top creeps up. No issues at the back as it is tailored properly for the bike.
  • Sunglasses: Sundog Triathlon. Excellent value for money, very comfortable and durable.
  • Running Shoes: Nike Free 5.0. I simply adore these with their 8mm drop and supremely flexible soles. They are my go to shoe for tarmac events and have been for some time.
  • Fancy dress outfit: – Thanks for sending me a free outfit. I couldn’t wear the full thing on the day as it was too warm and I had to substitute from a lighter costume. The quality of the costume that you sent me was great though and it will be used again in the future.
  • Nutrition and Hydration: Cliff Bars, Cliff Gels, Powerbar Isotonic from aid stations, Bananas, Flat coke, and a few small pretzels.
  • Hydration system: Horizontally mounted bottle between aero bars and two on a mount behind my seat. I wouldn’t change a thing about this setup as it worked brilliantly for me

Oh, and unless otherwise mentioned I paid for all of my own kit.

Of the above I cannot think of anything that I would really change. The next biggest aero advantage I could get would be from aero wheels, but the cost vs the benefit is simply too high. I could do much better simply by doing a bit more bike training.

Thanks and apologies

Thanks to Tenby and Pembrokeshire for letting 2000 tunnel visioned triathletes stomp around your beaches, towns and countryside. You did an amazing job of supporting us and Tenby remains as my wife’s favourite holiday spot in the UK. We will be back at a more relaxed time.

Thanks to McCaulays Health Clubs for supporting me throughout my training over the past two years. You have been ace and very accommodating, not to mention your great facilities at Ivybridge.

Thanks to Plymouth Triathlon Club for putting up with me over the past couple of years and extra massive thanks to those that weren’t racing but came up to support the club members that were.

Thanks to Anya for running with me for part of the marathon and putting up with the idiot in the clown suit for so long.

Well done to all PTC members that finished and apologies to Paul Vickers for what I called him just after he lapped me on the run 😉

Thanks to all the people the greeted me with a high five. According to Newton’s Third Law a high five should infinitesimally slow a runner down, however I have found that the massive positive mental energy burst far outweighs the negative result of the physical energy transference.

Thanks to for some awesome photos. Any that you see of me racing are taken by them unless otherwise mentioned.

And finally

Please don’t forget to donate a little to our cause, particularly if you enjoyed reading this, or liked my costume on the day of the race. or donate directly at

And: Why aren’t Ironman branded mugs as endurable as Ironman athletes? I bought two and it turns out that the handle on one of them was only held on by the paint that coated it…

To the questions that I was asked during the event:

  • No, the superman pants wont slow me down, nor will they fall off in the swim
  • Yes, that was MY red bottom bobbing up and down in the sea
  • Yes I am having a laugh
  • Yes, I am still smiling
  • No, I don’t have a fecking joke for you
  • I was a harlequin, jester would do, but certainly not a joker. Joker was a batman villain with a penchant for purple and lipstick
  • To the guy sat out near the New Hedges turn around: I love you too.
  • No, the hat isn’t too hot, it actually wicks sweat away rather well. The rest of the outfit is equally comfy and I have run 44 miles in it before without a problem.

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The time is nigh! Ironman Wales 2014

Ironman Wales 2012 Start Panorama

Ironman Wales 2012 Start

Well, the time is upon me. After two years of contemplating and planning for it Ironman Wales is finally here and I will be racing on Sunday as number 1047.

For the past 10 months I have been coached by Neil Scholes of Kinetic Revolution through two ultramarathons and now into Ironman Wales. My main goal was always Ironman Wales, and the ultramarathons just a bit of fun to see if I could. Here is an email that I sent to my coach yesterday which gives an insight into my frame of mind this week.

I am really looking forward to it. I am utterly confident that I can do the distance and that I have done the training (and race practice) to get my pacing spot on. I also know that if things go a bit wrong then I have the capability of easing off, eating, drinking, recovering and then picking up the pace again.
A large part of this confidence comes from the training that you have set out for me for the past 9 months or so, and with the two half iron practice races in the bag, I know what I’m going to take, eat, drink, wear etc.
I have also put myself under no pressure to finish in a particular time and my main goal is to finish and feel that I have paced it right, overcome any issues and got to the finish line.
I was feeling quite hammered after the last few weeks of training, but my energy and mental freshness, for want of a better phrase, have been building throughout the taper as they should.
My knee is also feeling better all the time after dedicating some daily time to the appropriate stretching and strengthening as well as a regular application of frozen peas!
The weather forecast is the icing on the cake, and it doesn’t hurt that people keep telling me how fit and Ironman ready I look.
Did I mention that I can’t wait? So excited that after two years of thinking about it that it is finally here. 🙂

Finally here is a bit more about why I am doing this in the first place. I originally posted this on my personal Facebook page earlier in the week.

On Sunday I will be competing in the biggest race of my life. Ironman Wales. It is twice as long as any triathlon that I have done before and I have been in hard training for it since the end of last year. At 7am I will start swimming with nearly 2000 other people from Tenby in south Wales and wont then stop until I have swum 2.4 miles, cycled 112 hilly miles through the Welsh countryside and then run a marathon on the streets of Tenby, Athletes must be finished by midnight, which gives a cutoff time of 17 hours. I am hoping to finish a bit sooner than that, but in this kind of event you never know what obstacles you may face from jellyfish to punctures to cramp and worse. I will be doing whatever it takes to get to the finish.

I am doing this as a massive personal challenge but also to raise money for the Plymouth District Leukaemia Fund (PDLF). To encourage folks to donate a few extra pennies I will be wearing superman pants over my wetsuit in the swim and then donning my trusty harlequin costume for the run.

Nobody chooses to have cancer and the poor folks, like my wife, who have leuakaemia and have to spend months in a small isolation room deserve all of the support that they can get. The PDLF support the Birch and Bracken haematology wards and in turn the patients themselves, massively improving their quality of life as well as their chances of survival. Please donate what you can as you never know when you or a loved one will need such a high level of care.

Please share this and support us in our fundraising by clicking on the following link and donating a £ or two.

Thank you all for any support that you have given me and thanks to everyone close to me that has enabled me to do this and all of the training for it despite everything else. Also thanks to who sent me a new harlequin costume to race, you can check out their awesome array of Halloween costumes here. Stay tuned for a write-up after the event with lots of pictures.

Bike Run Swim Challenge – Update

SwimmingI have shifted the swim to the day before for more favourable tidal conditions, after a friend at the Devon Wild Swimmers gave me a few pointers about the low tide conditions in the Erme Estuary. This means that the challenge will now take place over three days, starting from Bigbury Beach at 10.30am on the 19th July. Go to the full challenge page for more info.

Heading to the hospital Bike Run Swim style

PlymptonThose of you that follow me on Facebook will know that my wife has recently been diagnosed with cancer. She was admitted to hospital in a rush on the 28th Dec and a diagnosis of Acute Myeloid Leukaemia was confirmed on New Years Eve. We are getting a lot of support from our family and friends which is making a huge difference. Many people have been shocked by the diagnosis as Sam is so young (34) and healthy. Strictly speaking AML is an old man’s disease. Looking on the bright side though she is young and fit, she doesn’t smoke and she doesn’t drink. This means that she has done everything she can to reduce her risk factors and increase her chances. She started chemo last night.

With this in mind I will shortly be changing my charity, most likely to the Plymouth District Leukaemia Fund or PDLF. They are responsible for giving the Haematology ward at Derriford hospital some great facilities, which in turn has increased the chances of surviving cancer of all their patients, as well as making it a reasonable place to be when you are ill. More to follow in the coming weeks.

PlymptonToday my wife was doing well so I thought that I would run the 13 miles to the hospital with my gear, and some goodies for Sam, in my rucksack. It was the first time that I have exercised since she was admitted and it felt great. For the most part I floated easily along in my Nike Free trainers. That is until I realised that I was going to be late for a small yet scary procedure she was due to have this afternoon. I sped up! After a wrong turn while trying to find a shortcut I finally arrived sweaty and smelling just as she was being wheeled out of the ward. Phew!

It turns out the surgeon doing the procedure is a multiple Ironman finisher, including Wales in its inaugural and toughest year. I tried not to distract him too much with questions while he was cutting into my wife’s neck with a scalpel!

The procedure went well, still waiting on the final x-ray to confirm, and I am now clean and fresh while keeping her company for a few more hours. Oh, and the nurses all think I have a screw loose.

Do I ignore the Ironman snobs or shut them up?

I am getting the urge to do an Iron distance training session as I am fed up of discussing my Ironman aspirations with people and them simply dismissing me because I have never done a full long distance triathlon! Apparently half iron distance doesn’t count and I get the impression that certain folks think that I have no idea what is coming when I do the full thing.

The only question in my mind is “can I fit it in without jeapordising my race schedule?” The gap between now and my next marathon (18th Jan) is the biggest gap that I have between races until August, so it will have to be soon…..

I’m thinking while I type, so I think I need to ponder it some more.

Do I ignore the Ironman snobs or shut them up? Of course if I do this then it means I will be doing 3 iron distance events within 9 months…..along with all of the other stuff, but on the other hand it will yield some useful information with regards to performance and nutrition.