I’ve spent several months coasting. Sitting on cruise control with no target or aim. This was mostly a purposeful decision after what was a very mixed experience at Ironman Texas in April. I had what I felt was a good performance, and a really fast day.

If I’m really honest I didn’t really ever think I’d see that speed again. But it seems that older does not mean slower. At least not just yet…

If you want to follow the numbers more closely I’m on Strava as Rob Cummins Wheelworx or if you’re more of a pictures instead of reading type I post on Instagram as wheelworxrob.

 

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WARNING: ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THIS CLICK THROUGH THERE IS CURSING. LOTS OF IT. BE WARNED. IF YOU’RE SENSITIVE TO OR DISLIKE SWEARING THEN THIS IS PROBABLY NOT THE WEEK FOR YOU.

ROB

The enjoyment of going faster than I’d ever gone before was almost cancelled out by the mess the race turned into with all of the drafting. It certainly stuck in my throat for a long time.

Ais said I’d feel different once I got some distance from the race itself. She said that that number, a low nine hour, a time that would have been an Irish record when I was getting into the sport, would feel good. And of course she was right. With a little perspective it did feel good and gradually the sting of the drafting debacle and actual result wore off.

Immediately afterwards I fought conflicting thoughts of losing fitness and the best shape (on the bike anyway) I’ve probably ever been in to knowing that there was still the exhaustion that had been present from the build up to both Ironman Florida and Texas.

I needed to rest both physically and mentally so I switched focus and took my foot off one gas pedal and put it onto another.

I’ve spent four months more focused on the business than I have been in a while. The summer was filled with six and seven day weeks with twelve and fourteen hour days most weeks. I really enjoyed it and of course it helps business and that also took my mind off Ironman stuff.

Even after that long a break there wasn’t any particular urge to get back training. It’s been a long time since that urge and desire hasn’t been present.

It was only the opportunity to go to Switzerland as a guide/mechanic/entertainment for a bike tour that I actually planted my arse on a bike with any consistency. Riding went from doing thirty minutes twice a week to three to four rides of ninety mins with the occasional two plus hour ride thrown in.

Mostly out of the fear of embarrassing myself very badly in what looked like being a decent weeks climbing in the Swiss alps. The desire to train still wasn’t coming back. I was mildly concerned it was gone for good and maybe I was finished with Ironman.

I rode fairly consistently for about six to eight weeks and gradually got back some fitness and managed to not embarrass myself too badly in Switzerland. I even taught the Aussies on the tour a bit about cursing and they in turn taught me how to curse in Australian.

All in all it was a good solid cultural exchange.

Although the Swiss contingent were a bit of a loss at the amount of fuck’s that were thrown around during the daily briefings. And during breakfast. And on the coffee stops. I tried to explain just how versatile Fuck is.

  • Fuck me look at that! = Surprise
  • Fuck that hurts! = Pain
  • Fucked if I know? = Puzzlement
  • Fucking deadly!! Extremely good occurrence.
  • Fucking shite! = Extremely bad occurrence.
  • Not a single fuck shall be given. – I couldn’t care less
  • Fuckery! – Usually shouted when things go wrong. Like whacking your hand with a hammer or catching a finger in the spikes of a spinning wheel when servicing a bike.
  • Fuck! – Used like this you could throw it in anywhere you like, amazement, wonder, surprise, anger.
  • I think you can see where I’m going with this. The Aussies after some explanation got it, Emma and Maurice still looked, well, Swiss, and a little at a loss as to why there needed to be so many fucks all over the place.
  • But they did laugh at some of my Fuck jokes so maybe they were just pretending to be all shocked about it…
  • Anyway with that rather long and waffling introduction I’m sort of back on the blog. And in training. I’ve had numerous requests for a return of the weekly blog (actually one… hello Brian and thanks) so here we go.

    I stopped writing earlier this year because I felt I didn’t really have anything new to say. I’d written the blogs about getting my arse handed to me by Patrick in the pool.

    I’d written the ones about getting my arse handed to me in small running races.

    There seems to be a lot of getting my arse handed to me going on…

    I’d written about most of the stuff that pops up in a training diary. And of course all of the random shite floating through my brain during long swims, rides or runs.

    Anyway, I will probably just drift into the same old stuff again. Telling stories of how unpleasant it is getting lumps kicked out of me by faster peeps and why I keep going back for more.

    If I do feel free to give me a kick in the arse, either literal if you’re Dublin based or figuratively if you’re from more exotic places and tell me to move on to new topics.

    So this week it was certainly the most fucks that have ever appeared in a blog of mine, but maybe not in a sentence that’s I’ve spoken out loud. I reckon I’ve managed more than that in the one sentence at least once before.

    If you want to follow the numbers more closely I’m on Strava as Rob Cummins Wheelworx or if you’re more of a pictures instead of reading type I post on Instagram as wheelworxrob.

     

    Chasing Kona eBook available

    From smoker to back of the pack triathlete to the Ironman World Championships.

    Read about how I overcame all of the odds and discovered what it would take to get to the Ironman World Championships – my eBook is now available to buy as an eBook on Amazon UK, Amazon US, Barnes & Noble, and iTunes

    It is also available as a paperback at Wheelworx.