Pupper is outside the back door and barks to be let in. When Ais opens the door she comes in proudly carrying a bone like a trophy. She drops it on the floor, looks at it blankly then barks at it.
“The bone” I think “The big doofus is barking at the bone” and vaguely wonder why. But this is Pupper. There doesn’t really need to be a why.
The bark attracts Coopers attention. He wanders on over to see what the fuss is. He looks first at Pupper doing the barks then looks down at the bone.
Cooper takes one more look at Pupper then picks up the bone and walks off with it.
Pupper’s left standing there wondering what’s just happened. Whatever it was it doesn’t seem to be what she intended. She looks puzzled. It’s hard to picture a Boxer looking puzzled but Pupper somehow manages to pull it off.
“What do you think she was barking at?” I ask Ais. She just shrugs.
“What do you think is going through her head when she does something like that?” I ask.
“Candy floss” Ais answers. “That’s all there is in there, candy floss” Read More
When I looked at this weeks training plan I mistakenly wondered out loud “Is this meant to be an easy week?”
This was then answered with just the tiniest hint of annoyance…
“Why don’t you come back next Sunday and let me know if you still think that was an easy week” Read More
Ais woke me early with a coffee in bed. I was sitting there looking at some rubbish on Facebook or Twitter when Ais suggested that seeing as we were up earlier than we’d planned I had time to get in a swim before our meeting in the city.
I didn’t need to be told twice and grabbed my swim bag and another coffee on the way out the door. Read More
We sat down on Sunday evening to write out my plan for next week. I’m itching to get into what I think of as proper training since I got back from Lanza. This week has been fairly moderate as Ais was careful to make sure I’m recovered and ready to go again before ramping up the load.
I’m sitting there impatiently pen in hand, note book open. Picture a poor hungry orphan sitting there, cutlery in hand waiting impatiently for the food to be dished up.
Ais starts with a question.
“What do you think of starting back with the big days this week, maybe on Thursday? You could go into work late. Swim, bike, run?” Read More
I was standing on the start line of my third running race in less than 24 hours. My legs were sore but it was only a 5k. How bad could it be?
I came back to triathlon or more accurately to Ironman in 2015 after an almost two year break following back surgery. I discovered that year, twice in fact, at Ironman UK and Ironman Maastricht that remembering being fit does not equal being Ironman fit. In 2016 after talking to Ais about trying to make a proper return to Ironman racing with a realistic view on getting back to Kona I started training properly.
2016 proved to be a difficult year training wise and by the time I got to Ironman Mallorca in September I was close but alas there was to be no cigar. Actually I wasn’t even that close in the end.
We also had the small matter of our wedding coming up after Mallorca and Ais suggested that we take in a race somewhere exotic during the honeymoon. Perhaps an Ironman? I did not need to be asked twice and I entered us both in Ironman Fortaleza in Brazil sharpish. Read More
In 2017 we had a record amount of athletes race the Ironman World Championships in Kona, Hawaii. As we start 2018 we already have seven Irish (or adopted Irish) athletes qualified for Kona in October.
Click on through to see who has ticked the Kona box so far…
I took a little break from the blog but now I’m back. My last posts were my 2017 Ironman Florida race report and Ironman Florida race Analysis back in November. I haven’t been hiding, rather I had a couple of other projects I was working on. This is more of a personal update than the usual training one, those will resume next week. Click on through for all the latest including book launches, my next Ironman race, eleven dogs, yes you read that right. ELEVEN DOGS and more.
I feel like I’m straining against an invisible leash. My legs saying ‘to hell with it let’s go’, my head saying ‘don’t be a clown’. I pass the three-kilometer marker. My legs have settled after the cycle and every part of me is grateful to be upright and not crouched down over my tri-bars. I shake my arms, working out the stiffness from the bike and my Garmin beeps to tell me I’ve done another kilometer. That was quick, I think. My pace is now bang on target but it still feels way too easy. I tell myself to have patience but the fear of being caught is building inside me again. I look over my shoulder, but there’s still no one close to me. Read More
We had another two Irish athletes take not only Kona slots but also an Ironman trophy and a spot on the podium.
Click on through to see who are the latest members of the Irish 2018 Kona contingent. Read More