We had a few Irish athletes racing at the Ironman 70.3 Dubai yesterday and incredibly the winner of the overall womens amateur race was an Irish athlete living in Dubai. Deirdre Casey completely dominated the race winning by almost 13 minutes and leading from gun to tape. Click on through for her details and for the top Irish finishers at the race.
I woke early and had some work to do before heading to the pool. I had intended on doing an hour or so but when I started swimming I was really tired. Right from the first length I was arguing with myself that I needed an easy day. I added up my training hours so far this week in my head and thought I had about sixteen hours so far and I told myself that with two more big days over the weekend I’d still get close to thirty hours done.
The arguments went back and forth in my head as I slowly clocked off the laps. I eventually decided that if I did 1500 meters I could call that a reasonable swim, anything less would be embarrassing.
We are having the first of the years free Bike Maintenance Class at Wheelworx in February. Click through for details.
“You should start an Ironman specific turbo class on a Saturday morning in the new training room in the shop on a Saturday morning” Ais suggested.
“That sounds like a good idea” I answered “How long of a session have you in mind?”
“Four hours” Ais answered.
“Jaysus” I thought that’s a bit epic.
If you’re training for Ironman or 70.3 this year this session is made for you with Ironman specific intervals and technique work. We might even take a short coffee break at the two hour point to give your backside a break. Click through for all the details 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.
We are regularly asked in both the bike shop and through our coaching should I train using power? In my opinion the answer for most people is no (it’s important to remember that I’m also selling power meters, so there’s a potentially large sale at the end of a yes answer) despite this the answer more often than not is still no.
But why am I reading everywhere that training by power is the most effective and efficient method of training?
I’m not for one minute saying it isn’t efficient and effective. What I’m saying is that it’s not necessarily the right tool for most athletes.
So how do I know if I’m better off with or without a power meter?
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