The alarm buzzes and jolts me out of a deep sleep. I hit snooze and fall instantly back asleep. It buzzes again and again I hit snooze. It takes ten minutes before I wake enough to turn it off and trust myself not to fall asleep again.
Twenty minutes and a small strong coffee later I’m pulling onto the motorway, there’s a surprising amount of cars on the road considering the fact that it’s 3:30 am. I’m guessing that for a lot of these people it’s still yesterday. They haven’t yet made it to bed last night, never mind as far as my today.
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Knowledge doesn’t produce results, action does. Just knowing how to do something doesn’t guarantee success, especially something as difficult as qualifying for Kona; you have to put in the hours. In this book I share some of the lessons I learnt between being a back-of-the-pack beginner to qualifying for the Ironman World Championships in Kona, Hawaii.
It’s a funny thought. For me it’s Wednesday, for them it’s still Tuesday. It’s like I’ve discovered time travel, or a time warp, or maybe what I’m thinking is complete bollox.
I start to tell Ais my about thoughts on time overlaps or warps or whatever I’ve just discovered but stop myself before I start, knowing I’ll sound like a mental person, even more of a mental person than usual.
We’re flying to Switzerland to see new bikes. The irony of the carbon footprint we’re creating flying across Europe while going to look at eco friendly-planet saving bikes isn’t lost on me. But the thought does little to dampen the excitement of the trip.
It doesn’t seem to matter how long I’m selling bikes I’m still like a kid at Christmas whenever a new one arrives in the shop. Grace and Stefan are there rolling their eyes as I rip a box open and pull the latest bike half way out oohhing and aahing over new colours and fancy carbon wheels and frames. Before stuffing it back in arseways and moving on to the next one and repeating the process leaving a trail of packaging and torn cardboard in my wake.
And while bikes arriving at the shop causes excitement going to a bike launch or show causes a whole other level of anticipation. It’s probably like when your kids go to the friends birthday party and mainline on sugar for several hours. They come back still wired and buzzing before collapsing into a tantrum throwing, blubbering mess.
I’m still at the excited stage, I haven’t run out of gas and started the tantrums yet.
I fucking love it.
Come back and ask me after three days of bike overload and very little sleep if I’m still buzzing.
A friend of mine described it something like
“I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m flying, I’m grand. Nope I’m fucked”
The enthusiasm imbues me with a feeling of invincibility. I don’t need sleep and can work twenty hours a day and do a 10k run before breakfast and a three hour bike after lunch and stay awake through the presentations and talks… until I can’t. And someone finds me face down in my workbooks, comatose in the back of the bike showrooms.
Anyway that’s enough shite talk for this morning, there are bikes to be played with.
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From smoker to back of the pack triathlete to the Ironman World Championships.
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