A friend once said to me “You never regret a run”. I disagreed. I’ve too literal a mind for such sweeping generalisations. True, I’ve not regretted any run I’ve been on to date, but I would probably a regret a run if I fell and broke a leg. Or at least would regret the part where I didn’t see that rabbit hole. Continue reading “You never regret a run?”
Exactly three weeks after the amazing Castles Challenge Middle Distance Tri in Bamburgh I competed over the same distance at Aberfeldy, in a race that also happened to be the British Championships. The ‘British Championship’ part had been of little interest to me until after my success in Bamburgh, when I realised that my training had paid off and I was on my best form ever. Now I started wondering what might be possible at Aberfeldy – it was a course I knew and enjoyed, and the age group I’d be competing in would be smaller than the whole field at Bamburgh, BUT the field would be much stronger, attracting triathletes from across the country, and the swim would be much shorter, so I wouldn’t have ‘the Bamburgh advantage’! That way madness lies, I quickly realised, so I sensibly concluded that there was no point getting hung up on whether I could finish on the podium again (don’t believe a word of it: it nearly drove me mad!).
Hello there blogosphere, it’s been a while! Almost a year since I wrote about my first middle distance tri – Aberfeldy 2013. I enjoyed Aberfeldy so much that I concluded that the middle distance tri (aka half ironman) really suited me: I decided to concentrate on this distance in 2014, so I entered two. My first was on July 27th – the Castles Challenge in the beautiful setting of Bamburgh, Northumberland – and the second will be Aberfeldy again, on August 17th. So, here I’ll recap on my training and report on the Bamburgh race. Continue reading “Race Report: Castles Challenge Middle Distance Triathlon (27 July 2014)”
I am not a lover of rollercoasters. I’m so prone to travel sickness that most fairground rides leave me regretting I got on them in the first place. Some great exciting things happened this week. One really awful thing happened this week. I’m not quite over the disorientation yet, but I think it’s time to write about this week.
I won the Edinburgh Triathletes Club Championship last year, and got this rather splendid trophy: look it has my name on it! It is a little large for drinking malt whisky from, but I gave it a good go on the awards night. In truth I sort of won it by default: I competed in more of the club’s target races than any other lady, so it actually didn’t matter how well I did. In most years the competition is a bit fiercer, and I wouldn’t normally stand a chance. But hey, I’m proud of my achievement! I’ve never won anything for sports before, so this means a lot. The reason I mention this fantastic achievement, in passing you understand, is purely because part of the prize was the physiotherapy equivalent of an MOT check, which I finally claimed this week. (MOT = car safety and roadworthiness test in the UK). Continue reading “Week Twelve: MOT fail”
This week I competed in a 10K race with 4349 other people, even though I was running alone, and could pick my own route and start time. Most of my competitors weren’t even in the same country as me. This was a new experience for me, and a good one. Before explaining how it worked I need to introduce you to my favourite bit of running/cycling geekery: the mobile phone app Strava. It’s not an exaggeration: this app has revolutionised my training, and has really motivated me. The app uses the phone’s GPS to record speed and distance during my runs and cycles: while there are other apps that do this I’ve never found one that works as well as Strava.
So why is it so good? Continue reading “Week Eleven: virtual 10K”