Alton Towers.

 

I hate this place. But I also love it.

Got there early doors, and already the car park was filling nicely. There was already a big queue for the monorail (monorail, That’s right monorail – I hear those things are awfully load – no, it glides as softly as a cloud…)  so we walked the walk into the park – which I am not sure I have done before, but it was easy to find as we just followed the other 20,000 people. Luckily the entrance was quiet and we walked straight in.

So, Smiler was the big attraction, so the plan was to queue on that, then get some fast tracks for the other big ones, and be leaving the park at 12:00 (well, the last bit was my plan, the others were not signed up to that) we saw the queue for smiler, then were told that the end of the queue was actually arouhnd the corner and out of sight. But we stood and prepared for the wait. It took ages until the ride actually took passengers, then the queue started moving quite well, and after 1.5 hrs we were about 30 mins away from the most inverted ride in the world (thats *IN*verted). But then, there was a massive clunk, and (according to newspaper reports – which were boll0x) a massive piece of the track fell off. We waitewd and waited and waited and then after 15 minutes we gave up. We saw that the contestants in the carriages (which were back at the station) were going to be rescued so we left – the ride was closed all day, and it still is i think days later.

We had a look at other ride times and decided to try Rita with a half hour queue. After 45 minutes we were nearing the end and that bloody well broke down. We were promised fast track tickets for it, but we couldn’t find where we would get them from so at 12:00 we had queued since 9:30 and not been on anything. I was not in the best of moods.

Food time, and a quite reasonable seven quid later I had a burger, chips and coke aand we started queuing for air. Now that was 25 min queue and it really was, I had only just finished my nosh when we borded. Probably not the best idea. Kate had a little panic when she was waiting for the ride to start, but here she was, on the first big coaster of her life, and it was ready to swing her around to face the floor, and possible death.

Air is good, but scares me more than any other ride. I don’t like the fact that if the harness opened you would have to try to hang on – actually the ride that scares me the most is the cable cars. After Air we went onto the Nemisis – which was only about a 20 min wait was well, and then we made our way back to Oblivion.

Earlier in the day there were 40 minute queues for this, so a little apprehensively we climbed the route to the top, and there was nothing – no queue what so ever – we went straight on, I could not believe it. Oblivion is fab. It takes you up to the top of a big drop and then holds you at the top for a second or so before dropping you done and into a hole int he ground. It really truly takes your breath away. On this first attempt I honestly could not breath – its immense.

Kate loved it, so we went on again.

We went back on Rita which I don’t like too much and then on Th1rteen – which is unusual and quite enjoyable and after finding the log flume was shut it was time to pay for parking – the cheeky monkeys, and queue for the monorail back.

After a couple of hours in the car we were safely back home. Was a shame we didn’t do Smiler, but at least Kate experienced some pretty cool rides on here first day of being tall enough…

 

Stafford / Uttoxeter

 

So we went “oop north” this weekend, well up North for us anyway.

We had tickets to see the Alton Towers place, so needed a stop off on the Saturday. As we had never been to Uttoxeter we thought we would try there, and as we pretty much had to go through Stafford to get there I thought I would take the family around the old haunts of mine when I was a student back in 1990.

Great journey up, until we got to Junt 13, and the road into Stafford was shut, so we continued up the M6 and got off on the next one. It was weird coming back into Stafford, the old places were either closed – KFC, or still there – the original Balti house. We parked up and took a waltz in,

Although I didn’t spend much time in Stafford center itself, the place looked vaguely familiar, Bird in the Hand was one place we went, the union seems to be a court now, and the roads and streets looked something like they did before. We only stuck a couple of hours on the car, so we made a b-line for the Bear Inn – which did some great burgers. This was another place I used to go occasionally, but it seemed so much smaller than it was!

Anyway – had a look around, then back in the car for a trip down to Brooke Court in Milton Grove. It wasn’t there – it had been torn down some years back, and on the site a number of new houses. The flat opposite was still there though – it must have been worth saving..

Across town and over to Bodmin Avenue to see the old place, then round to the Linton Tavern which was now closed. Back to Beconside and off to Uttoxeter.

Uttoxeter is shit.

 

The Premier Inn was hot, and afer a short walk in, we got to the town which was scary. We go to quite a few places, but this was something out of a zombie Apocalypse. Everyone looked off their nuts on heroin, although we saw no trouble, it was not somewhere I was confortable with. We walked around the town, which as far as the shops go isn’t the worst place we have been to, and found the chinese we planned to use later. Then we headed to a pub – and there was not much choice – and we have been in some real dives before. We settled on Wetherspoons, which was the best of a worrying bunch and settled in for a couple of beers. After a Stella, Amstel and a couple of Heinekens we were off to Woo’s.

The Chinese was packed, but we managed to get a tiny table near the entrance, and filled ourselves with rice, beef, port and satay chicken – it was pretty good nosh to be fair, and for us, the location – a little out of the way behind a screen was ideal!!!

Back home and after a couple of beers the place was not quite so scary and back to the hot hot room for zed’s before the Alton mission.

 

 

Lon Las Training

 

Well, I had two weeks off after the tri, and did nothing at all. That is pretty rubbish.. Will be attempting the Lon Las route in a few weeks so really needed to get some training in, but didn’t really manage.

 

Went out last Friday for a three miler, which went okay, then three miles this morning.

Also tried the bike. Just 15 miles around the levels, went through Llanwern’s new road which is three miles and straight, but also windy – very. Started great, 18 miles and hour, but then the cross wind came, and boy was it cross, immediately I was down to 13 miles and hour and barely making it – unfortunately this was only half a mile in, so had a long way to go – and its rather exposed. Got through okay, and luckily this meant that the rest of the cycle was more with the wind than without, but 15 miles, my derriere hurt. Need more practice.

Also, just discovered that the cycle rack will not actually fit onto Paul’s car – this is a slight issue !!!

 

Also did the 100 meter scroller: 1min 11 seconds – http://the100meterscroll.com/

 

 

Willey

 

Ha ha we went to Willey.

It was the wedding of the year, well the only wedding of year up near Rugby in a tiny hamlet called Willey. It was the wedding of our nephew James on Sian’s side of the family, and they had planned to have it “outside”..

So they picked the right day for it, this weekend has been the hottest of the year so far, and may well be the best of the year in total. We arrived at around 14:00, to meet up in the local pub, it was pretty warm, but before I had taking a decent slug of my ice cold Stella I was on parking duties and had to park up our two cars, in someones big long drive. Should be easy, it wasn’t, I was parking in the wrong place, and had two of the householders coming to tell me off – our car was no problem, no one noticed me, by the time I brought Becs car over the parking attendants were out in force, and with no air con I was sweating cobs.

Got back to my pint and it was now steaming over, but it was still colder than me. The sweat was staining, I couldn’t hear due to water build up, and I realised I should have worn a vest. Managed to get in the shade and started to cool down a little, when we were called to the ceremony – in a field, at 15:00, in the sun. Even the cows went to seek some shade.

The ceremony was a “Humanitarianism” one. Don’t know what it means, but no imaginary people were mentioned and it was quite good. As soon as possible we heading to the massive marque for tea and scones. And discovered the FREE bar, yep free – ace.

Tea and scones and San Miguel then a couple of speeches the best “man” (who dramatically was a woman) was pretty good, and the groom was especially tearful.

The rest of the day involved sitting in the shade, taking trips to the portaloo, which was an especially fine example – although it was like a sauna inside (I don’t mean it was full of half clothed people, sweating over themselves – just hot). Picking up free beer and water and coke and stuff, and then eating a pretty good BBQ later on – great sausage, chicken and lamb burgers.

They had a great band on, playing swingy jazz, but we left earlyish to let the youngsters enjoy the beerred up rest of the evening – so we were back in the hotel by 11:00.

Good day, fantastic weather, top food and a free bar – how could it be better!!!..

 

What a leak

 

Had a call today, for the first time, from our tenants in the house. There is a leak. Can I go over.?

So went over and had to laugh, even though my house was being ruined. The tenant lady was sitting in her car, whilst Niagara falls poured down the outside steps of the house.. I ran inside and turned the water off – no more leaking. It had been doing this for half an hour, the water was pissing out of the extractor fan in the small downstairs toilet and was coming out at mains pressure – if the water had been switched off immediately there would have been hardly any damage.

But it wasn’t and there was, the floor was knackered, the doors were wreaked, the water had even pooled in the ceiling. So big panic – I called Bovis Customer Care and they said someone would come out, the tenants said they wouldn’t be, i phoned them back and they said it was all okay. So I was piggy in the middle – really annoying.

Next day customer care were coming, tenant was shouting a lot at various people. I did absolutely everything I could for them, I got them a hotel, and sorted it all out, the only problem they had was that the carpet was gone from the lounge/hall and toilet – not brilliant, but hardly un-inhabitable.

Anyway – they have now said they don’t want to renew. I am cross.

By 10th June the carpet was fitted, but carpetright didn’t send all the carpet, so we still have to do the hall way.

So its been a right pain in the harris, and now will have to find new tenants, which will mean I will probably lose two months rent. Not HP.

Tri Training – In Summary

 

So we are done, finally finished the event in 3:22 which was something I was very pleased with. I had initially thought about doing one way back on January 13th 2013. 1500K Swim, 43K Cycle, 10.6K run

Results:

Position: 197 / 240 – not exactly sure how many started, 268 were signed up

Bib: 174

Swim: 31:28.1, 186 Transition: 00:03:23.20, 212

Cycle: 01:39:09.95, 184 Transition: 00:01:44.15, 211

Run: 01:06:41.40, 202

Position:197  In age category (Veteran!!): 60 In Gender (I think): 155

 

Training:

Run: 203 miles, average of 8.5 miles a week

Cycle: 480 miles (plus the carten 106miles), average of 20 miles a week

Swim: 1279 minutes / 21.3 hrs, average of 55 minutes a week

Beers: 312, average of 13 a week

 

Costs:

WetSuit: 150

Wheels: 350

Pool Membership: 180

Entry Fee: 60

Misc: 100

Total: 840

Pembrokeshire Triathlon – 29th June, 2013 – On Land

 

It was great to be on the bike – really felt great at this point, as I took my first few peddles, saw the support staff, and was off up Broad Haven front – I took on some liquid and overtook a couple of people along here I was flying, then the hill came.

The hill out of Broad Haven isn’t massive, but it was today – down a gear, keep it spinning, down a gear, down a gear – no more gears… But I was catching a couple in front which helps with your mental-ness, but I was also passed by a couple who just breezed past me. After a while we were out on the open road and I really got down to it, luckily the roads were being marshaled and it was great to not have to stop at junctions, the pace was quick(ish) and the up and down was going well. I overtook a couple along here, but also a few overtook me. In all it was quite forgetful, I rememeber being 8 miles in and at half an hour so was outside of a 1:30 at that point, but I kept things spinning and really felt quite good for most of the cycle.

The hill up to Herbranston was a killer, but after that there were hills but nothing too terrible. I found the supporters at Tiers Cross, parked up at Stodds Tires, they really gave me a lift, and I nearly took their heads off by throwing my used water bottle at them. Before long I was back at Haverfordwest and at the turning up past the race-course the cheerleaders where there again, brilliant!

The road back into Broad Haven is usually a 20+ mph run, but today the wind was at me, and I was tired anyway, so it was a real effort to keep 16-18 mph, but the clock was ticking and I wasn’t going to make 1:30 which I had hoped. Eventually I got to the hill back into Broad Haven and could relax a little – as I got to the bottom of the hill, the winner of the tri was just coming out at the *end* of his run – he looked like a greek god as I cycled passed, the Adonis and the troll as we headed down to the beach together.

This transition should have been really speedy, but I felt a little weird at this point, and did a little day dreaming, then I couldn’t find the way out of the transition area, but after a couple of minutes I was slowly jogging down towards the beach.

RUN:

The start of the course was on the beach, passed the supporters again here, they were doing an excellent job, but the run started hard. I was barely moving across the beach, but after 500 meters the going got really tough.

The route took us out towards Druidston on the coastal path, which was narrow, and rocky, and steep. It was totally mental. To finish a race running 3K upwards along an awful clifftop path is just completely nuts – I was exhausted – I could barely jog. AT one point the path was so steep there were steps, which I had to walk up (there were only 4 mind). After a while a couple of people had passed me, and I managed to pass one bloke, it was his first tri also, and as he fell into step behind me he started to chat. I couldn’t so drove on and away from the nutter.

First water stop came and went, I managed to throw the entire contents of the cup down my neck – and I actually mean down my neck to attempt to cool me down. We were on tarmac now and the run started to feel okay, I was passed by some fresh faced folk, who may, or may not have been in a team, and passed a couple myself – some of these were really suffering. After about a mile the road turned off towards H’west and the hills start again – I could not believe how hilly it was – there must have been 6k of up and 3 k of down – although that probably doesn’t work out – but there was a lot of up I can tell you. At the second water station I paused for a drink and one on the head and the breeze came up – which was nice.

Final 3k now, and I knew from the timings that I had around 25 mins to complete it. Easy I thought, well I got to the last 1k and had around 10 minutes to finish, I was quite tired at this point ;o) Final hill up was short, but a killer, then I was in Broad Haven and running down to the beach. You turn back on yourself at this point, which is quite soul destroying and you have to run back to the end slip way before you can run the final 500 meters or so on the beach – it seemed never ending. The finish post never got any bigger, or closer. Keeping an eye on the time, I felt I had 5 minutes to make it – I knew I could walk it in that time, but the seconds were flying passed. Then I saw Kate, and she skipped alongside me for the last 100 meters, really putting me to shame, but I got there 3:22 – chuffed to bits.

 

Pembrokeshire Triathlon – 29th June, 2013 – On Sea

HONK – went the horn, oh shit went me.

Around 270 people in skin tight suits with yellow, blue and red hats splurted into the sea. I was slow, I was last, I was scared. This would be only the second time in the whole 22 weeks of swim training where I did not have a nose clip, I almost wanted to just stop there and then, but I waded into the sea to be kicked and harassed by a number of other slippery black tri-ers.

Swimming into the waves is not easy, and within 2 seconds I was doing breast-stroke, I somehow managed to splash my way to the first buoy, around 150 meters out, and got caught in the mash at the turn – this was unpleasant – I had to stop here and was basically treading water, then I set off, catching a glimpse of the second buoy, a lifetime away. My swimming style could be classed as moronic, after all the weeks of training I was swimming with my head out of the water (well, when it wasn’t in a wave), gasping for breath at every chance – I had water down my throat and up my nose and I was the closest I have every been to quitting anything – I just could not believe I could possibly make it. I looked behind and there only seemed to be a couple of people, so I made it my aim to keep up with the person in front, who out of the whole sea seemed to take delight in kicking my face.

I got to the second buoy, and it was mad panic again, it was quite odd how so many people seem to congregate around the buoy, so I was having none of it, and kicked off and for the first time stuck my head under water and actually swam. Well what a revelation, I was actually moving well, I was blowing out through my nose with a hell of a force, then breathing every second stroke, and it was working. Sooner than expected I was around the third buoy and was on the home straight, the swimming just clicked big blow out, two strokes, quick breath and everytime I was getting a lungful of air before the sea hit me – I have no idea how or why, because I was breathing into the waves, but it just worked – I was flying. Sighting was a slight problem on this run, as there were two buoys ahead, so after some zig-zagging I was at the last one, managed to get tangled with a bloke next to me, who I raced back to the shore – after a time he just vanished, and as I looked up I realised he had just stood up and I was swimming like a maniac in 2 feet of water – I was finished, I was out, I managed the swim – woohooo!!!!!!!

Now I found that I should have practiced getting my wet suit off, as I couldn’t undo the top – more panic, I was knackered now and everyone else was sprinting passed me, I could barely walk. As i ascended the beach I managed to rip the velcro off and pulled the zip down – I was half free. My now the crowds were thicker, and I saw my supporters all looking quite pleased, so I felt I had to do a little shuffle jog up the slipway.

Got into transition, and went to the wrong bike, then the right one and struggled with what energy I had left in my arms to get the wet suit off, T-shirt on, feet dry, glasses on, gloves on, socks on, shoes on helmet on, pick up bike, head out, get on bike, pedal. At this point I saw the big timing sign – 35 minutes, thirty five blumming minutes and I was out of the transition and cycling amazed I was!

 

Pembrokeshire Triathlon – 29th June, 2013 – The Preperation

 

So here it was. The day of the triathlon, 22 weeks of “training”, 180 quid on a pool membership, 150 quid on a wetsuit, 350 on new wheels, 70 on a tri-suit and 2 quid on a tub of vasaline – I was ready.

Up early doors after the best nights sleep at my mums ever. Had a big portion of chips, sausage, fishcake, gravy and curry the night before and no beers what-so-ever. Event was to start at 12:30 and I had to be there for a briefing at 12:00, so looked at 11:00 to get going down the Haven. After multiple ablutions, I was ready for the breakfast to fuel my day – so bacon sarnies all round. Only managed 1 and a half sandwiches and two cups of tea, then it was an hour to kill. So after a number of extra stops at the white throne, I was in the trisuit and checked and re-checked the instruments of my day of torture.

I took the bike for a quick spin after pumping the tires and decided not to take my cycle shorts – which was a good idea. I then stuck some oil in the car which wasn’t. After I put the oil in, I somehow managed to knock the oil cap off the engine and through the fan into the depths of the engine bay – aarrggghhhhh PANIC!

Heart sank, as the family came rushing out to look at my stupidity, luckily Sian, who is always brave in the face of danger stuck her hand into the bowels of the car and somehow managed to rescue it, just as I was about to disassemble the bike rack. I don’t know how she did it, and she damaged all of her arm, but amazingly the oil cap was rescued – panic over.

Got down Broad Haven around 11:15, and the car park was packed, after being directed into a very odd parking space we managed to get unloaded, Kate had the bike and proceeded to wheel it through the debris on the side of the car park, with me flinching every meter. Got past the toilet and thought I might have a go, but crouching in the crab position trying to wee out of a trisuit didn’t work for me here, so I gave up and went to rack.

Having never entered, or seen a triathlon before I wasn’t too sure what was to happen, but I found a space and was given instructions as to how to rack up, and I laid my stuff under the bike – I had taken a small box to put the stuff in, which as it happened was what one does in a triathlon. I put things straight and tried to stick some energy tablets to the handle bars and failed – so I just ate a couple.

Hanging around now, so after a while I tried the toilet again, and there was quite a queue for the throne room, so I struggled and pulled and squatted and managed to get some more liquid out.

Nearly time for the briefing, so I struggled into the wetsuit, convinced that mine was the tightest there – everyone else looked tanned, and muscular and fit and powerful, I looked squished and fat. I took a walk down to the sea front at this point and felt quite scared. The waves which were breaking were around a foot of so, but you could see there was a swell behind them as the boats setting up the buoys where really wobbly. I looked at the distance, and the waves and the distance and me and the waves and once more at the distance and felt like I was going to cry…

Got vasalined up and helped to pour my top half  into the wetsuit and went to listen to the briefing. Also listened to the radio announcer who was waxing lyrical about how hard the course was, and that it was quite choppy. Time for a practice swim – earplugs in – check, stupid (but warm) yellow hat on – check, gogs on – check, nose clip on – check, and I waddled down to the water.

Had a quick swim out through the waves to the first (actually the last) buoy and panicked, then swam back and though – this is easy. As I got out of the water I attempted to adjust my nose clip, but got vasaline on it, and my nose. So, second panic of the day I looked in desperation for the supporters so I could towel it off or something. I had a short time before the start, and the stress levels were rising!!

I tried and tried and tried to get the nose clip on, it just wouldn’t, my heart sank to my knees, and then the hooter went off – my clip was tucked into my goggle strap and my first triathlon was starting.

Mystery Pub: III

 

Over to Aust today to visit The Boars Head, unfortunately it was a little bit wet today, so we had a quick walk down to the old ferry “port” which is in a right old state now – although it has been a while now since it was used. Hung about in the rain for a bit, then headed across the road to the Boars Head – very nice. We were greeted as we entered and pointed at the bar when we said we only wanted a beer. they had a covered (smallish) beer garden, and a larger uncovered beer garden. Inside was quite cosy in a couple of rooms, another couple of rooms didn’t look quite so hot, they had 1664 which was okay and a couple of bitters. Obviously do okay food as it got quite busy by the time we left, looks like a place which would be good for a sunny Saturday.

7/10

The Wellington Inn, Nash – Hidden away behind the hall, a quite large, old fashioned pub. We were told to be very careful of the paint on the door, which to be honest looked rubbish. San Miguel on tap, and what appeared to be a small selection of bitters. The “beer garden” was just a few tables at the front of the pub – so not great unfortuntly. But it was a nice day and the drinks went down well. The barmaid even brought a drink for the dog..

6/10

We had a look at a couple of places in Newport, they were scary. One looked shut, one lost its roof and one had some bald nasties sitting outside. In the end we went around the corner and near the Celtic Manor to a little place called,   . The Greyhound Inn, was quite a nice place, quiet and had Amstel on tap. The toilets were okay, but the beer garden was not brilliant. IN fact it was a bit of a death trap trying to get out the back, here we found the washing line being used. We sat at the front on the village square with a nice view of the church. It was still warm, and this made things okay with the world.

6 /10

Last week before I tri.

 

So here we are, the last week and I am in Bristol for two days , and have to put the car in the garage, so who knows how much I will be doing this week – probably not a lot. Still have not looked at the transitions, have not really cycled for 2 weeks, barely ran – I am putting it down to tapering, but in all honesty its not great – although is it worth training now – no, it is worth keeping it up and not lounging around eating, which is what I seem to be doing. Received the final details for the tri, and had a look at the run course – holy shite!

Monday started as the week means to go on – too much eating, too much sitting and nothing achieved. Had to be in Bristol with work for today, so was up at 5:30 and got home just before 18:00 so really didn’t fancy anything.

Same again on Tues – no exercise other than a trudge up to St Nicks market to pick up a Pork and Black Pudding baguette. Full of Gammon and chips was going to go out, but just cannot be bothered – I feel really really tired.

Back to a little bit of exercise today, now that things are settled down. Got in the pool just before 06:00, couple of people there, but in I went and tried the two stroke breath for a bit – it was knackering. so moved back to a four stroke which was ideal, nice long strokes and it felt good, but I kept forcing a change of breath, which made the whole exercise harder. Didn’t try any sighting, but found that I do roll the body more now with each stroke, and it is becoming slightly more natural- but I just keep thinking of the difference that bloody sea makes. My sister sent me a video and picture of the sea at Broad Haven last night, and it was like a pancake – well, it wasn’t actually, but it was pretty still. If we have that then things look up, but looking at the weather, I don’t think the weather will hold for the weekend – as long as its not blowy I don’t care – but with my bloody luck it will be stormy… Straight out on a 3 mile run when i got back – which felt pretty good. So all set. Desperate for a beer today – probably just because I know I shouldn’t ;o)

Thursday was time for a little cycle. We should have the car in the garage for a service now, but when we took it down yesterday, the key told the service bloke that it only needed an MOT – stupid bloody technology, so although it has been moaning for weeks that it wants a *service* it actually just wants an MOT. Anyway, it didn’t go in in the end. So 16 mile cycle, up and down a little, legs were burning at the beginning, but managed to keep to 17 mph, which is about the speed I need for the main event. Went from Newport across through Llanewrn today, they have opened a road right through the old steelworks from the edge of Magor to Newport – only 3 miles, will probably save about 12 miles of travelling (if you want to go to Tesco!)

So this is it – back to Pembs tomorrow, then an early night (may have a couple of beers to calm the nerves!) and we shall see what it is like. Weather says it should be perfect, but that changes daily so fingers crossed. Had a quick test of the transition – seems easy, but I suppose I will regret saying that ;o) Just heard that Greg has been ill for the last two weeks and is not sure whether he will start – 6 months training down the drain if he doesn’t – which would be a terrible shame – here’s to hoping he is okay to at least tri the tri!!!..

 

So here we are some 22 weeks after I decided to do an Olympic triathlon, I have managed to be able to go from swimming two 18 meter lengths with great difficultly to doing 30 50m lengths in 35 minutes. I am still crapping it over the swim, but I am defo better than I was. In 22 weeks I have run a fairt distance, and cycled some more, and swam a fair few miles – but in all that I have not taken the care on the other elements like booze and nosh – but I am at least fitter, if not much leaner, than when I first started. I still get butterflies everytime I think about Saturday and whenever I see the sea, but I feel pretty good now – and just hope I make it.

If I can finish I will be pleased, and I would hope under 4 hrs, if I can get under 3:30 I will be chuffed to bits, and quicker and it will be an impossibility. Here’s to the 29th!.

Cycle: 17 miles

Swim: 1 hr

Run: 3 miles

Beer: None (yet)

22 weeks – 2 to go

 

Getting nervous now. One weekend before the tri, and although I am confident on the run and cycle, I am still not too confident on the swim. I also have tweaked my knee which isn’t good, but that will hopefully be okay by weds… Another crap try at being “good”, was okay for two days, then fell off the wagon ;o)

Monday – back down the pool, just the little one and tried to swim “gently” today, looking to improve technique now, its hard in the little pool, because by the time you have breathed four times you are at the end, but its obviously better than nothing. Reasonably quiet to start with, expect for two people in the pool, one bloke I think was trying to race me, but he had to alternate between backstroke and crawl – but I just plodded on. Like last week it started filling up towards the end, so I gave up after 32 minutes. Will do full sess in the poll in Cardiff tomorrow – assuming I get up on time…

Another early start, up at 05:00 in the big pool in Cardiff at 6:15, it really is chilly in there. Took it slow and steady for the first few lengths and tried to get the breathing going every four, seemed to be okay, but even in the pool I still get that automatic panic feeling that you are out of breath, even though I am not really. Think it is going to be difficult to do the whole thing with fours – just hope its flat. So 30 lengths (and maybe 100m extra for good measure) in 35 mins which was fine by me. Got home then went out for a bike ride late afternoon, only 16 miles and not very fast, but its good to get out and spin those peddles – felt pretty good all in all.

Weds and back for a little run, usual one up and over the motorway 4.2 miles just over 9 minutes mile – so slow and steady, even tough it felt a bit quicker than that…

Thurs was a crap day, was going to go swimming in the afternoon, then had a call I was needed on – so missed my window – so nothing today.

In the pool at 06:00 on Friday, nice and quiet, but I wasn’t really up for it, did 30 mins or so, but found it difficult to breath most of the session. I have been trying a four stoke breath, and its okay, but once I lose concentration its back to 3 stroke. Also was thinking about how to handle the sea and chop, and i think i panicked myself ;o) Oddly there was a youngish woman in our changing rooms today – cleaning up – well I think it was a she, certainly was aisan, and I think female. Just seems a little odd that she/he was just wiping things down and was there from before I started the swim and was still there afterwards… Got home and as it was early I nipped out for a two mile run just to keep things in check.

 

Saturday and Sunday are days of rest this week. On Sat I ate a packet of Onion Rings, Bacon Fries, Salt and Vinager Sticks and a packet of handcooked cheese and something – all massive bags. Then a microwavable rack of ribs with southern fried chips and two baguettes with a variety of inserts (marmite, salmon and ham (not all together). And sat on the sofa to watch the Lions and the first eight episodes of The Sopranos. Now this is LIVING ;o)

 

Run: 6 miles

Cycle: 16

Swim: 1500 in 50m pool then two x 30 min sessions in little pool

Beer: 10 x Stella, 9 x Stella cans

 

21 – three weeks to go

Really getting close now, really wanted to be “good” this week. I wasn’t great, but could have been so much worse. Unfortunately have hurt my knee now, so hope it gets better quickly…

Monday – in the pool today, not too busy, but got busy towards the end because I think they are doing aqua-arobics, so its was biddyville towards the end, and one bloke was swimming like a half dead goldfish and getting in my way – I am sure we wanted to go round and round rather than up and back – but I just “powered” passed him. Had around 40 mins, trying to improve technique and get myself used to taking four strokes before breathing. This first 400meters are hard, so this is what I have to get past in the sea, then the rest is just difficult… Did manage to get the breathing okay, and tried twisting my body a little as the manual says. Also tried a little bit without the nose clip – nope that ain’t gonna work ;o)

Tuesday up at 5:15 and in the pool in Cardiff at 6:30(ish), it is big, and very cold, and long, and cold. And long. 10 lanes open, I picked one with what looked like one guy in and started off – only needed to do 30 lengths – piece of cake! So after 2 lengths I was knackered, but kept on plugging away, I did the first 6 lengths without my nose clip – didn’t like it, so stuck it on after that (thankful for a little break). Its the first 500 meters or so which are the hardest, then the second 500m that’s the hardest also, the last 500m are the most hardest though… I kept hitting my hand on the divider, which isn’t soft and nice like the one in the Hilton, this one is hard and competitive – my hand hurts now. I found difficultly in keeping up the four strokes breathing, so reverted to every three, which I don’t know will be possible in the real sea – but we will see. I think I’ll be back to the 50meter pool next week.!.

Back running on Weds, I had been challenged to run a three mile course a little faster than I usually would, so thought I would give it a go – it nearly killed me!! ;o) A three mile loop of sorts down to Undy and back – I certainly set of at quite a speed, and slowed considerably at the end, but managed an average of just over an 8 minute mile – which is fast for me..

On Thurs I had planned to go for a little run in the morning, then a swim later, but after getting up at 5:30 and seeing the rain and wind outside, I figured my body and hence training, would be better served by going back to bed for an hour and a half. So had to get down the pool again this afternoon, as I walked passed the windows there was only one person there – cool, a normal Thurs afternoon. Then, by the time I got changed there were five people in the pool, but I quickly secured a spot over by the edge, plunged in and started the swim. Saw CJ on the way in, seems he must be a member of the gym here, not seen him for ages – since he went to be a drama queen.

Swim wasn’t too bad, tried to work on my stroke and get used to breathing after four strokes – its not easy. Lost count of the lengths, but did around 35 minutes or so. The guy next to me was swimming like a pleb, doing backstroke with his arms splayed across the entire pool the pratt – still one consolation – he’s old.

So here we are – nearly the weekend again – wayhey!!! Out on a 4.3 miler – usual route, up the hill to start then over the motorway ( http://app.strava.com/activities/60233466 ). Had a pain the arch of my right foot first thing, which I get now and again – thankfully is went after about 5 mins of running. Also noticed that my trainers are on the way out – seeings as I bought them for the marathon in 2010 they have lasted quite well – but it’s too late to get some new ones now… Pretty good time, but a little fast for me. Hoping for a six miler on the weekend, and maybe a wee cycle as I have done nothing on the bike so far this week.

Final session of the week was a six miler, which I over cooked and ran 6.8 miles. Was too hung over really, and was dehydrated, started well enough, but after four miles or so I started flagging – it was quite tough, and I have now hurt my legs and twisted something in my knee. The knee is okay most of the time, but is painful on certain directions, so will keep off the running for a while.

No cycle this week at all, as Sunday was Daddies Day so this was to be my full “rest day”. Unfortunately with the hopeless weather this week, an afternoon cycle just hasn’t been worth it.

Just two weeks to go now, and I am very apprehensive, and quite concerned about the swim. I hope to get down and stick a few lengths in this week, couple of little runs and cycles and NO BEER!

 

Run: 14 miles

Swim: 3 x 1500 meters

Cycle: Nothing

 

Beer: 2 x 1664, 1 x Stella can, 10 Stella pints, 1 Heiniken

Vingt

 

Okay – so it has to get serious now. Unfortunately there are only 3 three weeks left, but I am not ready and I have been completly rubbish at taking this serious. The swim this weekend has really worried me, and I honestly thought, whilst in the sea, that I would have to call it a day and withdraw….

Started slowly with Monday spent in Cardiff again, so up at 5:30, home at 2:30 then calls until 5:30 – so no time at all fr any exercise.

On Tuesday I thought I might make amends for yesterday, so started off with a 4 mile run, first thing in the morning, reverse course. Then got over to the pool, and managed to get 35 mins in – it was quite busy again, but managed to struggle through until it got too packed. Then in the afternoon took a cycle up the “big hill” the boys had cycled on the weekend. It was tough, but a good route even though it was short it was a good workout.

Weds was a big run time, went at completly the wrong time, but had to squeeze it into the rest of the day so 6 miles up and down ( http://app.strava.com/activities/58341708 ) but it was very very warm. Almost too warm, and like a muppet I ran in my jacket – jeepers it was bad man. So had to console myself by going down the pub about 5 to pick up Kate – managed to sneak in 3 pints, but then had another 3 cans when I got home.

On thurs it was swim day again, very quiet in the pool and managed the full 40 mins around 84 lengths. All seems good!

Friday was just a quick 3 mile run as my legs were a little tender from earlier in the week.

Saturday was back in Pembs for another attempt at a sea swim – it was awful. Got down around 16:00 as the tde was on the way in, and although quite cold, I now have a hat and that helped a lot. I tried swimming and it was okay for 4 or 5 strokes then I just couldn’t get any breath. The waves were crashing over me and it was just impossible. I managed at most 2 minutes before having to stop – this is a real worry. I swam for perhaps 15 to 20 mins in total, but no more than 2 mins at a time. I just cannot get any breath. I can only hope that when the tide is completely in there are no waves and somehow, miraculously it will all just be fine. I honestly thought as I came out of the water than I would have to withdraw.

Back in Magor on Sunday, so took off for a 26 mile cycle, then a 4 mile run straight afterwards – around 2:15 to 2:20 for both, which is okay. Just another two miles to run – which I think I may have been able to do, so hopefully as long as I can do the swim I should make it round….

 

Have to hit the pool hard for the next three weeks and try to improve the technique and get used to less breathing perhaps – who knows. I am worried.

Run: 17 miles

Cycle: 40 ish

Swim: 150 lengths, 600m in the sea

Beers: 3 x Stella Pint, 3 x stella can; 1 x Carlsberg, 2 x Grolsh, 2 x Carling, 7 x Bud bottles, 2 x Stella bottles

 

 

19 – and counting

 

Another week gone – really bad week for me this week, as I had expected to be a good boy, with no beer or anything else and lots of training – that didn’t happen!!!

Monday was Bank Holiday again so spent it recovering from the weekend and possibly having a beer or two. No fitness what so ever. Called into the Piercefield and had some lunch and a couple of Amstels, then had a few in the evening in the sun.

Tuesday I was ready to get back into the pool to at least be sure that I could actually do the distance – even if in the calm waters. Got there at normal time and it was full of guests (I assume because they were shitbags). I lasted 4 mins – 4 bloody minutes in the pool. I started when there was only one other person, then some girls were diving in my way, then more people arrived and thought they could just swim like spaz’s all around. 4 mins – I was not happy.

On Weds I was up early, thinking that I would go swimming again, but thought it might be full of the regulars getting in before the guest crush, so I went for a reverse run instead. 4.2 miles and 340 mins, I used Strava, but it didn’t seem to want to work this early in the morning so didn’t register the run accurately enough – so I didn’t get on the place board… Went out tonight for a meal and three beers, or maybe four.

Headed into Bristol on Thurs for work, so no exercise again – did get four pints of Amstel in on our planning session over at Graze.

Week almost over, so another run this morning – reverse normal again – its being done so often it is almost normal normal now? Usual(ish) time, got Strave working so I could see how poor  I in relation to the other runners.

Saturday was Toms birthday, so was out early and ran a 6 miler, in 55 mins – it was so warm I had nowhere to put my phone so couldn’t track it – it took 55 mins and in routebuilder it looked like 6 miles: http://routebuilder.org/c3a .   Tom bought us a beer or two, as is the expectation on an 18th, so had four in the sun, then one or two back at the house.

Felt okay on Sunday morning, so went out for a cycle – Strava’d it ( http://app.strava.com/activities/57658652   ) about 26 miles in 1:35 – not a bad run. The clicking seems to have stopped temporally – think it might be the peddle. Felt good, so straight after I went for a quick 2 mile run, which is just good to remind me how hard it is!!!!!!

 

What a week:

Run 2 x 4, 1 x 2

Swim rubbish 4 minutes

Cycle: 26 miles

Beers: 2 x Heineken, 4 x Amstel, 7 x Stella, about 12 Stella cans (perhaps more… Bad week)

 

Eight Teen and Life

 

Only around a month to go, and I am not ready. Not even half ready. This week has proven that this challenge has been taken too lightly, and it will be a struggle to finish.

 

Started badly on Monday where I did nothing at all, I feel really tired right inside – not tired to really stop me doing things, but a core tiredness which comes from doing more than my untrained body can cope with. I feel like I need more sleep and more “relaxation”, but actually I need to fuel myself better, and stop drinking those last four for the road pints and eat better.

So Tuesday meant into Cardiff day, so up at 5:30 and working by 07:00. Left the office at 13:30 to get to the pool at 14:00 ish. Reasonably quiet so started the session, then there was just me in the pool, so I did “laps” right the way around the outside edge of the pool, I think I did around 10 of these – so about 20-30 length equivalence but it was good to do a continual run without the turns at each end. I did feel like a big fat white goldfish going around and around though.. Then it got busy so I got out after about 35 mins. Then back home to continue work until after 5

Weds saw me back out on the running, usual route.

Thurs was another nothing day and Friday was back for a run.

Went back to Pembs on the weekend, so although I was rather hung over I went out for a 4 miler in the morning on Sat – which didn’t really do me any good.

Then to Sat afternoon, the sea swim…

To quote a famous American sit-com character – “Oh my God”

Wasn’t feeling 100% all day, so I hope this had something to do with it, but at around 15:30 I struggled into the wet suit and headed down to Broad Haven. Once arrived I jiggled my bulk into the rest of the wet suit and headed for the sea. This was to be my first attempt at a sea swim, in a wet suit. At the waters edge and loaded with goggles, earplugs and nose plug I waded in up to my waist and took off like a agile dolphin into the ocean depths. Shit me it was cold on my head, really proper freezing cold, the rest of me wasn’t too bad but with my head under water I managed about 15 seconds before I had mega serious “brain freeze”. As my brain was frozen I hadn’t really thought about the breathing process, so I thought I could just swim with my head out of the water – forgetting 18 weeks of training – it didn’t work – I spluttered and floundered like a big cold spas making no ground what so ever.

I cannot believe it was so hard, the tiny little gentle waves were gently splashing over and nearly drowning me I couldn’t breath, I couldn’t go forward, I was knackered. It was a little bit hard. But I persevered for a while, then I found that I could keep my head in a little bit longer if I came in shore a little where it wasn’t too cold, problem was it was too shallow. I also managed to take a breath every four strokes, so I was breathing on the same side all the time – this was better, but I still had a freezing nogging. One thing that surprised me was I had pretty good visability in the sea – I guess that would change the further out you go.

It scared me a bit – for the first time since I signed up I honestly thought I might not be able to make this – its a long bloody way in the sea, and I cannot, at the moment, imagine swimming for 40 mins like this, I barely made anything longer than about 4 minutes in this taster session. Once I got out I also noticed that the wet suit had rubbed my neck so I will deffo need to tape that up and get me some vas – I think I also need a hat for the next time. So, I will be back in two weeks – just two weeks before the event to try again – super, super hard this sea swimming….

 

Sun – back from Pembs, so took a quick cycle – only 13 miles and it was click, click bloody click – will change the peddle again and if that doesn’t fix it it’s back to the bike shop again.

 

Swim – 35 mins in pool, 15 mins in the sea

Run – 3 x 4 miles

Cycle – 13 miles

Beers – 11 pints, 10 cans

Mystery Pubs: 2

Continuing the magical mystery tour of local pubs, get us down to the river side, starting in Chepstow.

The Boat Inn  – we got there and there were four blokes looking at the sky through binos – one was very small (the man, not the binos).

Chepstow has quite a few pubs, almost as many have closed as have in Haverfordwest, but this one is still going and it was one I didn’t know was there, even though I must have walked passed it once. It’s down by the river, which is a little muddy, and very banked – but it does have some seats outside. Inside is a little nicer, made up like an old warehouse (that’s *ware*-house) with some nice tables and an open upstairs. Apparently, so Paul told me, there is a ghost, who barges past people – there is even a plaque telling you this. We had a beer, can’t remember what it was now, and sat in the sun – nice pub – beer garden is not so nice.

6/10

Ferry Inn – was down under the Bridge on the other side of Chepstow – it seems massive, and probably was very busy when the ferry used to take people across the Severn. But now it just looks a little neglected – but did have, as usual for these types of pubs on a lunchtime on a Wednesday, a far diversity of oldies having some nosh. For such a big place, right next to the river it’s beer garden was very modest 0 but I suppose unfortunately the view of the bridge and the muddy estuary are not ideal? Had an okay beer in the garden, and Paul returned for some nosh a few days later – but I wouldn’t make a special trip..

5/10

Next up was a place I had been meaning to go to for an age, and after getting in there, I was very surprised that the inside didn’t look like I expected.

The Piercefield just up from the race-course in Chepstow at a place called St Arvan – we sat outside in the large beer gardens with piped music – which was quite nice. They have Heineken here, which I like and I thought all in all in was pretty good. We returned a couple of weeks later for some lunchtime nosh – and I enjoyed the bangers and mash, although I would ask for extra gravy next time.  Really nicely laid out inside and I quite liked it.

8/10

The Greyhound, on the way to Usk was yet another place I had fancied stopping at, but never had the reason to. Nice garden, although the “gardener” insisted on moving, very noisily, around us whilst we were there. It has three bars, sort of connected, but at different levels, and a couple of areas to sit in – all looked okay. I think this might have been a Stella place, but again I cannot remember (I really should take notes). All good, although the weather could have been better – it did brighten up later and we sat back home in the Lion.

7.5/10

 

Sweat 17

Any nothing week which was not too great on the training ability thanks to work again.

Mon – was a normal working from home day which led to a lot achieved and a chance to get down the pool in the afternoon. Got there around 14:00 and the place was really busy. Normally go on a Tues or Thurs and it is a lot quieter, but today a load of oldies, then a couple of youngies came also. Lucjily I was tucked in against the lane marker and it wasn’t too bad, but I didn’t really compl;ete as much as I wanted to, but it was a good session – at least 1000meters so okay really.

Tues – Had to go to Bristol to met with HP today, so left the house at 6:30, then got back around 6:30 – so no time for anyting today unfortuntaly.

Weds – back at home today, so out for a run this morning, as I had not run for a while, and still seemed to be feeling the remnents of the long cycle I took it easy and just did a 3 miler this morning.

Thurs – back in the bleeding office today – 1.5 hr commute as I didn’t have the car – so left the house befotre 7:30 and had my computer on ready for work at 9:10 – crazy. As I had to pick the car up it also meant I was working at home with my computer still on at 6:00

Friday – another run, did the old hill route today – usual time, tired.

Sat – nothing

Sun – another mini triathlon, although this one was quite close the the real thing. First off down the pool for 7:00, Although they only open at 7:00 there were already 3 guys getting changed. Got in and got my lane and did 40 mins of swim, which should be enough to cover the 1.5K. Finding it very tiring at the start now, but once you get into a rhythm its not too bad. Got busy again, but I was okay. Snuck a quick Maccy D’s on the way home, but only had a fiver so got me a bacon roll and a sausage McMuffin for Sian. Once back I fitted the saddle and got sorted for the cycle/run.

Have downloaded Strava to check the distances etc – so got that sort and set off on the bike – the tw@ is clicking agian and doing my bonce it!. So around 25 miles of cycling, which is pretty damn close to the triathlon distance in an hour and a half, then immediatly (well I needed some fluid) into the run – which is my normal run up and down 4.2 miles which I managed in 40 mins which is about the time I would expect. It was hard, the run is especially difficult after the cycle, even though I didn’t feel too tired the run is really difficult. But in realisty, although I didnt go from swim to cycle immediatly I effectivily (other than 2 miles of runing) did the tri today. And don’t I know it!

Swim: 3K – 80 mins

Run: 11Miles, 9 minute miles

Cycle: 25 miles average about 15 mph

Beers: 2 x Heineken, 8 x Stella, 8 x Stella cans

Chippenham

 

Off to sunny Chippenham today.

It seems like one of those places that is miles away, as it’s over the bridge and far away, but actually its only about 40 miles or so. We had a little look in the morning of places we hadn’t been and we were not too sure on this one, so decided to give it a go.

I was starving when we left, and figured that in 40 mins we could pitch up to a place and get some nosh. Unusually for me I had not planned it all to the nth degree, so had no idea where to park, what the main street looked like, nor where to eat. Although I had run a quick tripadvisor against restaurants but not really remembering anything.

Arrived at the town and it seems to take you on a very wide round-about route to get into the town itself, and once we were there I was convinced we had cycled through it on one of our jaunts – but I cannot be sure. Found the car park which was small, but pretty much “one way”, so you just drove slowely in until you saw some people leaving, and luckily within 5 mins we were parked up and ready to go. Parking bays are a little tight in our car, so we stuck out a bit, but no trouble.

First stop was a book sale, which was just a load of books marked up with normal process in what may have served as Chipperhams Corn Exchange, Kate picked a book – then when she realsied she would have to pay for it she did a double take – but she did get it. A little walk round the town where they had a Saturday market, which had the standard crap, and a bloke cooking noodles on a gas cylinder – I was hungry.

Nothing much to remark about the town, it was okay, nice church, although we didn’t go in, and very few pubs – in fact I can only recall a couple and one of those was a Wetherspoons.

Walked a little out of the center and came across the Revolutions Cafe, which squeezed us in, and we had quite decent nosh. I had a chilli cheese burger which was small but quite tasty and remarkably not dry, Sian had a Chilli which was pretty good, and Kate was poorly so just had chips – which I ate most of. They were “double cooked” chips which here must mean cooked, slightly under, and not very crispy. But they were okay for a starver like me.

After grub that was all that was around it seemed, so back in the car and off to Cribbs, before home.

Okay place, wouldn’t make a journey to go again though.

16.

 

Very quiet week this week as it was the run up to the CarTen

 

Monday was a Bank Holiday, so after the few shandies on the Sunday I took it “easy” today and lounged around doing, “not a lot”.

Tues I booked the bike in to be sorted with the clicking noise, so I cycled down to Chepstow which is only about 12 miles away then I met Sian in Tescos for a lift home.

Weds was swimming day, so managed to squeeze in 35 mins, which should be approaching the 1.5K mark – I deliberatly did not check the lengths, but didn’t stop.

Thurs I had to go into Cardiff because work has decided to do this stupid “colo” mandate where you have to attend a central office. Its a real pain in the behind, so I was there for the majority of the day, then I had to drive all the way back and pick my bike up – then reset up at home to do another couple of hours to get on the right calls. So no workout at all.

Friday I also did nothing, as Sat was the ride.

Sat – rode from Cardiff to Tenby as part of the CarTen. 106 miles, 8hrs 20 mins on the bike. Full write up is on this blog somewhere..

Cycle: 120 miles

Run – none

Swim – 35 minutes

Beers: 1 x Bud, 1 x San Miguel, 1 x Carlsburg, 4 x Stella cans, 4 x San Miguel bottles

 

 

CarTen 2013

The CarTen, sounds simple – ride from Cardiff to Tenby in a day. One Hundred miles, three stops, free brekkie, free liquid, no time limit – yes, I’ll have some of that.

Up at 5:30 in the morning, too early by half but needed to get the bike on the car and some prep ready to leave the house at 6:20. Got down to the Cardiff City stadium around 6:50 and already there were a hundred or so there. So unpacked and tried to find John, then stood in a queue to register. Once registration opened we found that we didn’t and indeed shouldn’t have our bikes, so a hundred bikes were dumped to the ground or any available lean post as we filed up to our registration slot, I was number 177.

Little bit of faffing around and we made our way to the start – and found ourselves first. We noticed that quite a few had already set off, but we are good boys so waited for the tape to be stretched across then dropped and away we went. It was quite odd to seem to be leading the CarTen at this point, and as the first group of 8 or so rode off we had our first pratt in a car honk and shout – luckily there were not too many of them.

The first part of the ride took us through the edge of Cardiff and out to Culverhouse Cross, where we met the first hill. Dropped a couple of gears and the field started to overtake, John was just in front, but as I cycled past I thought he had missed a gear so on I went. This is “his” hill as he lives at the top, so I was not surprised to see him zoom past me slightly further up, I tried to keep pace but couldn’t. Once at the top I started to settle into a rhythm and kept at the back of the pack to be pulled along to Margam.

I was giving it some, not all, but some to try and catch him, but couldn’t get there, so resided myself to the fact he was too fast I kept with my new pack buddies and cycled our way through Wales. Just before Margam it poured down and the wind was more noticeable  it felt just like the majority of yearly cycles I do – I must be a jinx. Sooner, rather than later and I was in Margam, thirty miles down the road,  after almost getting lost after “my pack” buggered off too fast, but I got to breakfast and looked for John. No sign of him.

In the food place I could barely see thanks to my rain splashed, steamed up glasses, but I found the bacon rolls and had a cup of tea with 4 sugars. Back out to get the roll down me neck as fast as possible and who should roll in, but John. It seems that it wasn’t him who passed me on the hill, and he had been behind all the way! So I was chasing after him like a berk, when he was behind me all along. Oh – how we laughed ;o)

So after a short while we took off in search of lunch, at Bury Port – another 30 miles down the road. This section was not nice. Getting to Swansea was a pain through the back end of Port Talbot, the Swansea front along the Mumbles was okay, and the long but gentle ascent into Gowerton was pleasant – there was a road closed, police vans and what looked like a police blow up bouncy castle in the street. But after this section and on the way to Llanelli was a welcome to a world of pain.

We knew it would be windy, but at worse I thought it might me the sort of wind which worries you when you have an umbrella, a little strong and gusty. It was more like the wind you dream of when you are a child and you want to jump off a small wall with an empty bin bag so you can be blown to another country. It was not only strong, but relentless – as the wind was coming from the West, as it often does, and we were heading due West it caused a problem, normally when one cycles you do a circuit which is only fair that you get the wind in your face for half the time – this run was just dedicated to direct you straight into the wind, at all times, for ever and ever and ever.

From Gowerton past the sign to Carmarthenshire on the bridge before Llanelli all the way to the lunch stop at Bury Port I cried silent tears to the God of Wind to please give me a break. 13 miles of in your face drafty conditions which really broke your spirit. Across Llanelli front, which is always shit as far as I am concerned, the amount of exertion I was putting in to do 8 miles an hour was criminal – if there was an email address to “Wind” I would have drafted (!) a strongly worded letter. People looked at us with pity as we strained on our bicycles through the torrent, if we had been going the other way we could have sailed through at 30 mph…

But we got through and then in Bury Port we had a Burger, Chips and half a coke – refilled a water bottle, and soon(ish) later we left to continue to laugh in the face of the wind. The next section to Carmarthen was windy and hilly, we had some down, and quite a lot of up, but it was okayish to Carmarthen and just after we went off the main road onto another cycle route. This meant we met a hill, a steep one, and really steep first gear straining type of hill, the type of hill that makes you forget that its windy, or that there is an existence outside of you, the bike, the pedal, your knee and the road. People were pushing! These were the “expert” cyclists with all the kit, who can do 40 down a hill whilst sucking at their stupid energy gels – and they pushed up a hill – ha ha ha is all I can say. I was passing them, albeit slowly, and they were taking their bikes for a walk whilst shoveling “energy” down their stupid, lazy, give up faces. It was steep though.

The detour took an age, up and down a lot, but as with all things it came to an end and we got to St Clairs. Short uphill through the town took us out onto the main road and a couple of miles later we where through Whitland and we hit a real hill. This was a hill to sort the men from the whinny, shandy, look at me with all the kit and no legs brigade. This hill went from 78 ft to 626ft over two miles, which I must admit is not as difficult typing it as it was in real life. It was a biggy, people were pushing, people were crying, people were praying to their imaginary friends. I didn’t get off.

Top of the hill in Tavernspite was a crappy pub, so I just got some normal liquid in me for the trip to Tenby. Once JB was sorted we set off for the final 12 miles into Tenby. This was a good run, the hills were okay and the wind was not too bad, at one point we were cruising along at 20+ mph for a couple of miles. Before we knew it we were descending into Tenby. I had stopped to warn the family in case they missed it, and there were people cheering, so I did my Bradley Wiggings winning the Tour de France impression and then I stopped. That was it, finished. Time to pick up a polo shirt and get me a pint in.

106 miles, 8hrs 20 mins – average of only about 13 miles an hour but the CarTen was finished.

Some things I learned there:

A lot of cyclists are arses, they deliberate ride in the middle of road “because they are on a bicycle”, they run red lights “because they are a cyclist”, and they drop their empty stupid energy bars/gels/liquid/pixie dust whenever they feel like it. They are not nice.

 

 

15 and nothing to show

 

Yet another week flies by, the weeks are going so fast, the weight isn’t – this week is a prime example why not!

Monday – I was going to have a day off today after the exertions of Sunday, but I felt okay this morning, so thought I would keep the legs in a do an old 3 miler. Its flat and I tried to push the pace, but actually was more tired than I thought – so only a 9 min mile pace.

Tues – The swimming day, I am not really doing enough swimming, but due to the timings it’s difficult to get down there as often as I want, from after the CarTen I will have to swim a bit more. But got down today and it was reasonably quiet, so swam and swam and swam – not much quicker I don’t think, but managed 84 lengths, which I think is a combined distance of around  1512 meter – so in the pool, with turns every 18 metres – I can manage the 1.5K

Weds – feeling good, back into the normal run, which is the 4 and a bit miler up and down dale. However, because I am such a crazy character I decided to do it backwards!!! Man I am mad. I don’t mean I ran backwards, I ran the course the other way round. I nearly didn’t because the start of the backward is the start of the old 3 miler, so I nearly just did that – but, gotta be tough, gotta be strong and I plodded around. It was quite good, obviously not with the big hill at the start, but more uphill running over time. Quite enjoyed it, forgot my watch so didn’t know if it was quicker or slower.. As the day turned out so nice, and Sian was off on the afternoon, we took a quick spin out to Redwick and sat in the sun, having lunch – and very nice it was too. An “omlet” (sic) at the rose with a beer went down very well thank you very much.

Becs came around later and showed us where some tw@ had run into her car when parked down the station (although not in the station carpark where there are CCTV, but over the bridge which is now the overflow) – didn’t leave a note or anything the tosser.

Thurs – work means I have to be in Bristol on a Thurs, so no training at all today.But I did some planning the sun with a beer – great.

Friday – 4 and a bitter, backwards again, with a watch. And whatya know, its the same time. Bully for me. We snuck back to Pembs this evening to surprise my Mum for her birthday, which was nice.

Sat – In Pembs so did nowt.

Sunday – Got home earlish, so went for a cycle, out for around 28 miles – not too many hills, but not flat either – clicking still there and making me mental, got Sian to click it whilst I sat on the ground, just couldn’t see where it was coming from – will have to try and book it in next week…

Once back from cycling I spent the entire day drinking Stella in the sun.

Swim – 1.5K

Cycle – 28 miles

Run – 12 miles

Beer: 3 x Amstel, 2 x Stella pints, 1x 1664, 15+ cans of Stella.

 

14th Week, already

 

14 weeks of “training”, and two months to go – picking up the work a little now ;o)

Monday was back into the running, usual route up and down (http://routebuilder.org/bi7) around 4.2 miles, around 40 mins – nice and easy – the hill at the start is getting no easier, but its worth it. Knee’s hurting a little today from the giant hill session yesterday, but still nothing like when I was training for the marathon – so no worries. Daughter was stopped by the police on the way back from school today because she didn’t have her helmet on – she’d 11 and the PCSO’s was not pleasant to her, threatening a visit to the house and that she might not pass Cycle Proficiency – I was completely furious, but by the time I got down there they had buggered off. So I did what anyone in the internet age does – I wrote a strongly worded letter to their Sergeant! (I did try the police station and the Caldicot police station, but there was no one there and the Sgt was on a “rest day”..

Tues was swim day and was a bit of a shambles – got there in the morning and it was packed – have never seen it so busy, so had to get down again in the afternoon – didn’t have much time but at least it was quiet and I managed around 50 lengths.

Weds is mystery pub day, so needed to get out and run in the morning – normal route up hill and down dale again – mystery pub was down Mathern – which is where that blue light you can see from the Severn Bridge lives. Its a navigation aid – did you know?

Thursday I was tired again, too many cans, hopeless. So I took the bike out for a 7 mile spin. Had taken the peddles off and replaced them with the old one to see if the annoying clicking would go – it didn’t. And it was odd cycling without clipons. Bike will get hit with a hammer if it doesnt watch it.

Friday – another run, and Sat was a day off….

Sunday – big day on Sunday – got down the pool at 7:00 and swam 85 lengths (40 mins), then came home and took the bike out for a 1hr, 17 miles cycle ( http://routebuilder.org/bi8 ) – then immediately got my shoes on and ran the usual morning route (and in the same time amazingly). Really felt it on the start of the run, I find breathing for the first mile the hardest thing with the transition, but made it okay. And amazingly haven’t really felt too bad after. Did get down a few pieces of bread and a great bacon sarnie though, then feat up to watch the footie in the afternoon – Arsenal gave Man U the honor guard – but I think Man U have probably given up now they know they have won the league – can’t imagine Fergie is too pleased with that tho…

Run: 16 miles

Cycle: 25 miles

Swim: mile and a half

Beer: 1 x heiniken, 2x Amstel, 4 x Stella Cans, 1 x Strawberry Blond, 5 x Stella pint

Other Pubs – Mystery Tour

 

So over the last couple of weeks I have been visiting some pubs I have not been to before with Paul.

First up was the Portskewett Inn, which is Inn, Portskewett. Odd little entrance to the car park, and the pub itself on the side, slightly old fashioned, rather than olde worlde decor. Bar staff seemed friendly – although Paul knowing most of the old timers helped, and the 1664 was drinkable. Not had 1664 for a while and it went down well. Also had a Foosball table which I won, by “cheating” – I didn’t realise you were not allowed to spin the players..

Food seemed to be going down well, and the bogs were white and roomy and cold.

6/10

 

Next was the Carpenters Arms, which was not called the Carmarthen Arms as I had first put, which was in Shirenewton – a place I thought I might want to retire too – after seeing it some more, not so sure anymore. So this pub is on the main road which by-passing the village on the way to Usk from Chepstow, and by god it looks grotty. I didn’t think it was open at all, and not just open today, but ever. But it was, it has a single old fashioned heavy wooden door, and straight into an interesting pub. Little rooms and tables stuck about the place, with a teeny  tiny bar. Just Carlsberg (I think) on tap but a very interesting place indeed. Food smelt heavy on onions and grease – but in a good way. A few discerning couples where in there eating, so it cannot be too bad. Great bar man, with wispy hair and a good all round place. Probably made nicer due to the fact I was expected a shitehole.

6/10 – would like to go there for food

 

Mathern was next up, two pubs here, one on the main road and one more in the village.  Millers Arms is the place, and looks great, inside and out – nice bit outside and looking at their website they really get the flowers moving in the summer – didn’t notice any for us. Lovely pint of Heineken taken “al fresco” – would like a lunch down here one day. Only downside, the inside smelt a bit of disinfectant – if that is there the next time, then thats a no-no.

7/10 – food here some time in the summer.

 

Second pub in Mathern was the New Inn, been to its car park in the past but for some reason didn’t go in. Crap beer garden for starters. But the inside was better, looked like it had been here for some time, and it had, but was upgraded and looked good. Amstel on tap with an Amstel glass is always a good thing, but we were not here long, so will maybe come back and have some food next time?

6/10 – may re-adjust on return.

 

Brizzle

Over to Bristol today. No real reason, just fancied getting out and Bristol is close and has some stuff there.

Took a different route today, as usually we go by car, so took the choochoo out of Severn Tunnel and 25 mins later we were in Bristol. Blumming train was packed again – as usual, so we stood up all the way, then we had to buy our tickets once arrived as no one bothered walking through the carriage – 12 quid for the three of us is cheaper than driving.

Took a quick look at the triathlon shop, which was smaller and hotter than I would have liked – spend 20 seconds looking at the wetsuits then nearly fainted so had to get out into the air ;o) Off into Bristol proper, and as another change, we headed over to the docks. It was quite chilly, and  went past the Ostrich which I bet is packed in the Summer, then over to M-Shed. Nearly got run over by a 50 ton loco, travelling at 1.2 miles an hour and had a quick look in the M-Shed museum, then, as it happened there was a boat race today, so we watch Bristol have their arses handed to them by someone I thought was called UWE (but then realised that UWE is actually Bristol).

Into town proper and time for nosh, saw an interesting band on the other side of the dock, but it was too cold for any nonsense so we walked to Cafe Amour – which is supposed to be great – but we didn’t know how to work it. It has a counter where you queue, and two floors and loads of Higgily Piggley tables, none of which appeared to be free. But we didn’t know if you got a table first, then ordered, or ordered then found a seat – far too complicated, as if you found a table a- then went to order then table wouldn’t be there when you got back – odd.

So Kate had a quick Greggs, then we went to this place in St Nicks market which is supposed to do great pulled pork. It doesn’t. It didn’t look great, so we went to the pub for a livener first – then tempted fate. I have been waiting 20 years for a pulled pork roll – and it was okay, but nothing more. Very disappointing. Then we walked around for a bit back into the center and I bought a fruit bowl to use for my chinese and Indians. We watched a quietly, shouty Aussie do some “magic” in the street – then headed back to the train with a thought of having a cheeky beer if we had to wait for the train. As luck (or not) would have it there was a train waiting on the platform for us – to whisk us on our merry way home.

Like Bristol, not happy with the pork. Will have to be sausage and mash when I return on Thurs…

 

13.

 

Another week in the life of a weak trainer.

Back to it this week though, even though I still had the remnents of a cough on MOnday, and I was shattered for some reason, so started anew on Tues..

Did’nt feel like running in the morning, so set off for a cycle around 9:30 into the cold and wind. I have been wearing my tights under my cycling shorts whch keeps we nice and toasty and it really helps when you dont have freezing knees. So set off on a 14 mile route I have devised which takes me down five lanes and to Caldicot and back, taking in a the hills on the way. It was very windy today, going down five lanes there was a gap in the hedge and the wind nearly blew my helmet off. Nice run though and it was good to get back into things. Have a clicking from the bike which is not nice.

Weds was out running the new course, up Dinch hill to start then over the motorway and back to Rockfield. This week I have extended it a little and am running down the back of Undy past the church and where Ders used to live. The old shabby house which was next door to him when he lived there looks like it has finally been bought as the outside is beginning to get cleared – I think that will make a great house.. As I ran past “Zion” I saw Bec’s mate standing in the street, I thought perhaps Becs was taking him to the station, but then realised that Becs was off this week. Next thing she trundles past in he newly fixed car and I remembered that they were off up to Thorpe Park for the day – no wonder she was up and out  at 7:15 on a day off. New route is a little over 4 miles I think, so I’ll keep this for a couple of weeks before moving up to a fiver. Went for a walk down toward Shirenewton and nipped into the Carpenters which was far better than I had imagined.

Thurs was a cycle again – same route very very gusty today – luckily you don’t notice it for most of the route, but today the wind was so bad turning on to the main Caldicot road I had to stand up to peddle. Coming back I nearly ran over a couple of ladies taking their dogs for a walk down the lanes – three abreast and my dinger obviously isn’t loud enough. Then I saw Paul at the shop and he seemed a little confused as to who this sweaty, fluorescent person with a stupid cycle hat on was.

Friday was another run day, same old same old – same route as Weds, no Becs today…

Saturday was a day off as I had a pathetic hangover from drinking too many cans at the quiz on Friday (we lost – badly)

Sunday was a big cycle, planned a 40 mile route over Wentwood to Usk, then across and down to Devauden then through to Tinten, back to Shirenewton and home. There was surely more up than down on this I was pooped. 40 miles in 3:10 ish – I think around 13 mph average. It was hilly – very.

Run: 3x 4.3 miles average 40 mins

Cycle: 70 miles in total, average around 13-14

Swim: None

Beers: 2xCarsberg, 8 cans of Stella

A Dozen Weeks

My goodness three months into the training. It is not going well – I have another cough again, started last Monday, got medicine yesterday and it may be mostly over. Had a sore throat, a little on Mondays night then a bit of a cough, then by Thurs it was a keep you awake cough – bloody thing.

So only managed to get out for a couple of runs this week, maybe three I think, no swimming, no cycle. Rubbish.

Made myself get out on Sunday for a normal up the hill run, just managed to get round as the rain and wind has been bad this week, way too much rain and wind to cycle this weekend. Although that is a crap excuse for training.

Really need to get things going tomorrow, maybe a swim, but slightly worried it will make my cough worse.

 

Cycle: None

Run: 3 x 4 miles

Swim: None

Beers: 2 1664’s, 4 stellas, 2 Amstels, 8 Stella cans

Bath

Off to Bath today – it was wet.

Looking on the trainline suggests a straight through service which takes over an hour, by nipping into Temple Meads and picking up another train there it only takes 45 mins – odd, so that’s what we did.

We sat outside Kate’s gym for an hour waiting for her to finish, and I felt the feeling of needing a wee raising – this was only after 20 mins. Still I am not quite too old yet so I managed to wait until be finally boarded the train. £19 and six tickets later we were on our way to Bristol, with a seat, together. So we ignored each other and read our books! In no time at all were at Temple Meads, then a mad rush to the Paddington train to get the connection to Bath. It was bust, so we stood in the Buffet Car – feeling hungry but not rich we didn’t sample the fare.

10 mins later we arrived in Bath, and decided we needed a late breakfast  the first place we saw was Giraffe, which I had heard of, but never been – I had thought it was child focused, but that didn’t seem to be the case. I had a quite Delicious scrambled egg and bacon and toast concoction with a diet coke – the coke being a bad idea. Our waitress said too much and they automatically put the tip on the bill which I was going to remove to make a point, but then didn’t because I didn’t want to make a fuss – how terribly British…

Had a good walk around all parts of Bath, in the drizzle, and went to get Kate some shoes from a place which had tickets like you used to get at Tesco’s meet counter. The counter said 19, we picked 28, but there was no one there. Then a slightly pleasant, but odd lad came to serve us, and repeatedly said to Kate – Stand up big and tall for me, we found some shoes in reasonably quick time, but then tried 20 sizes to get one that matched her wide foot. The ladies there had quick disconcertingly high heels on, which seemed really stupid for a shoe shop.

There was a band playing upstairs in the street, in the drizzle, and a couple of older spoons had a little dance and a jig – that’s what I used to do – now I just felt sorry for them.

Once we had had enough of walking around we stopped at the Griffin, behind the Theatre for some drinkies – seemed like an okay place, a little small, but it was nice to have a sit down and a beer. By this time it was too late to have a late lunch if we wanted to catch the next train, so we hightailed it out of there and got the busy trains back home.

I like Bath more than it deserves I think.

 

Week 11

 

Well on the way for the training, but am i getting better? I just don’t know.

So this week, had the Bank Holiday Monday off, as I was coming back from Pembs. So went out on Tues and took the hilly route – which is so knackering, but really the right thing to do – unfortunately it is not quite long enough, so I will have to extend the course a little, which shouldn’t be too much of an issue.

Went down the pool on Weds, I was a little late, and got there about 7:00, and it was quite quiet, then after 5 minutes some fat twat came in and started splashing about between me and the guy swimming next to me. Then about 3 mins after that another bloke pitched up, and it was people everywhere, so I got out, after doing just 11 mins… By the time I had a shower the fat rubbish swimmer (not me) had got out anyway. Crap day.

Thurs – had a lie in for some reason, just tired perhaps? But took to the bike around ten and went for a hilly 12 mile run. It was cold, and so windy – but luckily the wind was from the East, so out was hard, but reasonably sheltered, back was okay. It actually started to snow whilst I was out and it was cold man.

Friday was a swim, a good one this time. Got there slightly earlier, but it was reasonably quiet. Did 80 lengths, which is approx: 1440 meters, so I should have done another three lengths for the 1.5K. But it was okay, I only stopped twice, to re-adjust the nose clip – I think that might cause me problems on the real day. Took me about 40 minutes, which is not bad, although the pool is a different proposition to the sea – from one point of view it might be better in the sea because you don’t have to turn around all the time – the bad side is that there will be 250 people trying to kick my face off…

Sunday was a brick session. Sian was away, and I was up early and got on me bike with tights and shorts and headed off for an easy run past the brewery. Kept up a 15 mile an hour average around and back home – 8 miles and 30 mins later I arrived, where I took just over a minute to change into running shoes, and I was off for a four mile run. Wobbly legs, but not too bad, the worse things is being so out of breath for the first mile. Wasn’t fast and about 40 mins later I was home. Felt good.

Run: about 8 miles

Swim: about 2K

Cycle: about 20 miles

Beers: 6 pints of Stella, 2 cans.

Pembrokeshire

Back to the sunny ‘Shire this weekend for Easter.

As I was working half day on Thurs we managed to get away around 13:00, with the boot full and the cycle strapped to the back we had to take it steady back as I was scared of loosing the bike. I don’t think I put it on right, as once we were up to about 50 miles an hour the bike rack (Bones 3) raised up. Luckily the straps held fast, but I felt myself loking back every 30 seconds. Driving an under 80 is scarey, and far more dangerous than just zooming along in the fast lane. But we made great progress and in a little over 1.5 hrs we were passing a closed Mill-Ford arms and into town. We had a nice relaxing evening, no beer, and a fantastic fish stew (thanks Pop’s if you are reading this!! ;o) Then early to bed ready for the cycle in the morning.

 

By 9 I had had a number of slices of toast, and got on my bike for the Tri route. Sian was off also, down to Manor Park with her mum. I was back in the house about ten to 12, so after a shower and a load of bacon sarnies I was outside Mr Bradleys house, suited and booted and looking forward to an ale or two. He wasn’t ready. He had only been waiting 7 months, but no, he ponced around a while whilst I drank water (good job really). Finally he was ready and off we trotted. After a disagreement about the Glen, we settled on the Georges for the first pint – not great, and I sat on the formica table whilst Ders regaled me with tales of exciting new ventures. Down into toen next, and a 10 minute wait to get cash – we decided to head to the Fishguard Arms, it was full of dodgies and many kids, so we headed around the corner to the Farmers Arms. Last time I was here it was the new opening with the landlady I knew at the time – this time it was half full of locals – who stared at us as we entered. Well used to that I suppose. Drinks bought we retired around the corner to an empty table.

After there we went back to the Fishguard Arms, still had a number of slightly wierd looking people in, but less children, so we braved it. I asked for a Stella after spying the Chalice glasses, and she looked at my, then at the Stella, then at me, then she picked up a Carling glass. Hmm I said, looking at the glass – In that case, I’ll have a carling.. Was I too scared to ask for the “right” glass, or was I scared of Stella – I don’t know – but it was a cheep round – just six quids. Starting to get a little tipsy now, and was accosted in the toilets by a “ruffian” “You not from around here, but”, “Yes” I squeeked, “Originally”. This threw him so he repeated – “You not from around here, but” no from Magor I said – “Where’s that too” he remarked – “The good side of the Severn Bridge” – “Ah” he relied “Good match wasn’t it, but”. So we then chatted like great mates about how “we” defeated those rascal English. He seemed quite content.

After the Fish, and neding a little wee-wee we set off for the County, only to be told it was residence only. In the old days we might have just booked a room there and then to spite them and have a drink anyway, but those days of excess are long gone, so still needing a jimmy-riddle we set off the miles it took to get to the Milf. I had told Ders it had been shut the sday before, but we went anyway – it was shut. Damn. He suggested I might have a tinkle behind the garage, cos the bloke who runs it was a “Tw@”, but I thought I could wait until the Trader.

Once at the Trader I ran to what was once the Gents, but which had a sign mentioning “Art Gallery” I burst through anyway, Jackson Pollocks, it was still the Gents – aaaahhhhhhhhhhh. Sat outside here for one, the the Fuse came and regailed us with tales of paint and scaffold, and we had anothewr two pints. Then off to the Wetherspoons (no idea what it was called) were we had some okay, but cheep beers and a wine for the poof and sat in the Window seat. I think we had another one or two here, it was starting to get a little bit blurry now, and Fuse had a fake fag which enabled him to blow “smoke” everywhere, which seemed like a really fun thing after a few beers.

Fuse left to look after his family at this point, so we headed back to the Trader to finish up. I realized at this time that I was going home at 5:30, which left me with minus two hours to go, so Ders ordered a bottle of wine for himself and I had a beer. Arranged for a life home at 8 and I slipped down the final beer and left Ders, outside the Trader with a large glass of Pinot and a big smile on his chops.

Next day was pretty quiet.

We did go to The Georges and had the pork special in a hot, spicy Creole sauce which was nice. I had one pint all day – Yes, the shandy man can.

Next day was with Sian’s family, where we ate, drank, hid, then searched for Easter eggs, played games, ate again and went to bed.

In between all that we did managed to go for a little walk through Haverfordwest, we started at the Green and walked down passed the old Forum, which is now just a load of homes – oh the old days there, 50p to get in and 50p for a bottle of Pils. Ders walking around with a pint of Vodka and Coke – one day he tripped, fell forward and banged his head on the table – but still managed to not spill a drop of his Vodka.. Walked down Tower Hill and passed the Mariners and the Greyhound, up past St Martins to the Castle. I cannot even remember being here before, but I must have been. Then down into town and a quick call into Costa (perhaps my second only visit to a “coffee shop”) for a cupachar. Across town to the Trader and up to the Parade. We had a little look around here, and spend a few minutes watching an imaginary game of crown green bowls, our claps and murmurs of “Good shot, sir” got a strange look from the locals. Back up passed the leisure center and back.

Monday was home time, we waited for Kate to get up – picked up the bike from mothers in a hurry to get home. We got to St Claires and realised we didn’t have the %^$£% $£%£^% £^£^£^ &&*&^%% %%%%%% key for the house. So went back to meet Becs. Bike rack stayed put this time, and we got home slightly faster.

Good weekend – it flies.

Ten Weeks In

 

10 weeks – already…

Another odd week, as it was a very short working one, with Easter at the tail end and a day off at the beginning. So once back from being away I did a run, a swim and a run – on the Tues – Thurs. Run was up and over the back of Magor and over the motorway – real big hill at the beginning (route here: http://routebuilder.org/b5u ) less than 4 miles, but a good session for the morning.

Swim was quick a “normal” 60 lengths, 30 minutes and one pause really. Getting fed up with the swimming as it seems to be getting busier in the mornings even though I leave the house at 6:30 now – I might have to get back to 10:30 swims I think.

For the cycle this week, I did the Tri route down in Pembs – well we didn’t bother going down to the Haven itself, but started in H/west (well I had to cycle up to Shipmans lane to meet Greg first – and that hill past the Glen was a killer, before we even started ;o) Once I got to Gregs we hung around for a couple of minutes waiting for Liam – Bradleys son, who does Triathlons all the time (well, junior ones at the moment – but he could wipe the floor with us).

We set off just after 9 and Liam led the way up the start of the route towards the Haven road, we had told him we were slow, but he was plodding along at 9 mph, so I over took and set what I thought was a good pace of around 18. Once we had passed Portfield Gate, and was about a mile out, Greg took the lead, at a hell of a pace! He was pushing us out there at around 20/21 mph, it thankfully it was quite downhill. First hill just before Broadway and we re-bunched and set off on the rest of the route. I found the hills grinding, and felt my legs really burn on some of them – but they were not hard – I was especially surprised at the route out to Dale, as it was “easy”.

The way back wasn’t. We had the wind in our faces and it was quite uppy, and unfortunately the downy bits had steep bends at the bottom so it was difficult to keep the momentum (although mental case GD hurtled down them with no concern for his own safety!! ;o) There was also a large, very steep section, which Liam breezed up, I didn’t.

Once we got to Tiers cross the going was okay for the final couple of miles, then 1:35 later we were back, having covered about 25/26 miles.

I had thought we had further to go than 25, but I think that will be about it – I am very happy that I did it, it doesn’t hold as much fear as it did previously.

Run: 2 x 4 miles

Swim: 1 x 60 lengths

Cycle: 1 x 30 miles

Beers: not too sure, around 10 pints and 6 bottles

 

Moreton-in-Marsh

What an odd name – I keep calling it “in the” makes a lot more sense. So, as Sian is off, and I had taken a day off on Monday anyway to get my holidays down we decided to look for somewhere to visit for a night. Its always a bit complicated finding a place, and a room which is big enough but not too expensive – so took a while investigating TripAdvisor – I narrowed it down to the Cotswolds, and wanted to visit STow, so after some investigation and a chat with a bloke we agreed on a night in Moreton for a very reasonable £99 for a “delux-junior-suite” – which was nice.

 

Moreton is about and hour and a half away, so we set off on Sunday around 10:30 ish – which was quite good as we had a few drinks (and a couple more) at a birthday party the night before. But before we knew it we were in Stow. I had passed through many times on the way to Milton Keynes, but had never actually had a look around. Worryingly as we got closer to Stow the snow on the ground got worse – at one point it was right across the road and a rather unfortunate car had obviously not slowed enough and was on its roof in the field. We took it easy.

Once arrived we filed out of the car (after paying for parking – on a Sunday!) and realised quite what -2 feels like. Also the wind – it was bitter. Stupidly, yet again I had not brought my “big” coat – which was so silly as I could have left it in the car had I not needed it – but anyway, I had a scarf – so I was bound to be toasty. We had a quick glance around the town – which is very nice, had a look in the flea market – which wasn’t. Why is it that flea markets think its okay to but a 5 pound price tag on a useless old piece of shit. just cos its old doesn’t automatically make it worth anything you dopey idiots. But it was okay as there was a bus full of yanks who were cooing over everything – “Hey doe-reen, see this old British drinking cup”.

We soon left and went for nosh – first stop on the trip away was Huffkins, which was a nice, if expensive tea shop. I had the Old Spot sausage which was lovely, with some home made tomato sauce which was great – Kate didn’t approve. Washed down with some chippy chips and some tea. Once full but 30 quid poorer we had a look in a sweet shop. Not sure why? Then back to the car to get to Moreton.

Four miles later we were there. Moreton is a street, with some buildings, a couple of hotels and seven drinking establishments. It was around 1:30 – plenty of time to sample the goods.

We had an initial look up and down the strip, and decided to start our endeavors in the pub which was furthest away. They had a duck house on the pond which was nice. Arriving at the counter we were met with a little hostility I felt – it was like walking into a cave of halfbreds. But once water and after a read of the paper we left on good terms.

We checked in next – the hotel (http://www.redesdalearms.com/index) was really rather great, the room was also pretty fab, with a separate lounge which Kate stayed in – she had her own TV! Cool! Nice, nice, nice. Back into their bar for the most expensive round of fdrinks of the day then once done we ventured out to sample the delights of the rest of the public establishments.

The Bell- very quiet, Stella in a squat chalice. Not great. We sat next to a hydrant and someone asked us to watch his bag – we though of some fun we could have – but we were not drunk enough yet – so didn’t do anything.

The Black Bear – one pissed local, long bar, dartboard over the fire – which was roaring. Had a black bear and three TV’s. San Miguel – impressive toilets un-becoming the establishment.

The White Hart Hotel – nearly stayed here, big open fire, the fish smelt good, Amstel – quite nice.

The Manor House – really nice place, and had a plug to charge my phone (which wasn’t connecting – stupid Facebook app), Amstel (I think), great toilets again.

The Swan – odd, Stella Tortoise, was a bit like a Labour/Social club – too many children and dopey parents. Can’t remember too much of it.

The Spice Room – Ruby Murry, Mongoose, Starter and Vindaloo which was not very hot. Stuffed as a stuffed thing.

Tesco Metro – Chocolate peanuts, Water and Pork Scratchings.

Bed – pooped.

Next day we had a great breakie, then checked out and headed for Cirencester. Car was missing and really feeling rough, then the engine light came on and it was panic time. Checked to see if someone had stuck an apple up the exhaust and continued – then the light went off and it was fine.

Cirencester is a nice place, it was cold again, we had a look around – nearly bought a statue – should have picked it up on the way back round but forgot. Had a sarnie in Cafe Mosaic which TripAdvisor said was brilliant, but wasn’t.

Home James.

 

The Ninth Week

Another odd week – where I am not really doing enough.

Started running a little extra, and up some hills – so I start off up dinch hill then over the motorway and around the back – takes around 35 mins and seems to be around 3.5 miles. Ran that on Tues and Friday – although on Friday I had to turn back around the half way point because the road was so water logged. Probably did a little more then too. Also ran on Sat, because it was wet and I wasn’t going to bother doing anything, then had a twinge of regret and went out around one of the “old” routes and ran about 4.5 – 5 miles.

Did swim, I suppose must have been Weds and Monday maybe, cannot really remember – been having some problems with my nose clip, so ordered a variety which I will try out this week – just the 60 lengths or so this week. I was tired.

No cycling at all this week – but hope to do the Tri course on Good Friday. Did managed to get some beers down on Weds, Friday, Saturday and Sunday this week. We went away for a day, and it was Dawn’s birthday.

 

Cycle: none

Run: 3 x 4 miles (ish) 35,38,46 minutes

Swim – 2x 60 lengths ~ 30 mins

Beer: 12 Stella, 5 x Amstel, 14 Stella cans (ish)

 

8th Week

Two months in – bludy hell…

So after a couple of months and I am still here, getting better, stronger, fitter, faster, fatter. Was a little ill this week yet again, but not as bad as before, so had Monday and Tues off. On Tuesday I had to go into work as they were interviewing graduates and I was playing a role of someone they had to have a meeting with to discuss ideas. It was fun. My lot were a little nervous, one in particular – but they did a reasonable job – it is interesting seeing how naive they are. Was in Bristol on Weds, so took the early train and had no time to go out, also accidently had five Amstel’s (or was it six) whilst running our planning meeting. Good day.

Thurs saw me in the pool, and was there for 45 mins  and managed to get 1.5K swim done a little slow, but at least I seem to be able to do it, 45 lengths of my little pool. Although I didn’t really stop for breath but did stop because my silly nose clip kept coming off – so I have ordered a new couple – for checking out this week i hope.

Went for a run on Friday, nothing on Sat but out for a big 34 mile cycle on Sunday – which was a lot easier than last week. Still plenty of hills, maybe not quite so many as last week. But a good run – out to Caerleon, Newbridge-on-Usk back passed Celtic Manor into Newport, through Goldcliff and back home.

Cycle – 1 x 34 (28miles in 2hrs)

Run – 1 x 3mile (27)

Swim – 1 x 1.5 k – 45 mins

Beer – 6 Amstel, 4 Stella, 8 Stella tins

Mother’s day (week 7)

It’s Mother’s day again today. Got all my stuff sorted mid-week, and luckily the children have sorted things for Sian. My treat was McDonalds in bed which I picked up after my swim this morning – was there as they opened at 7:00, only 60 lengths today, as I am not too well again. I have been taking vitamins for 6 weeks now, and I have been ill for four. I am very rarely ill, so I blame them.

Good week this wee, been out running three times and swimming, got up to 70 lengths now which is 1260 meters so another 13 lengths and I’ll be cracking the 1500m target. Not particularly speedy, but on target for 40 mins or so – but this is in the pool – the sea will be a different ball game all together…

Also went for a long cycle on Saturday, 33 miles to Usk and back – very hilly route which I hope is something like the tri route – 28 miles took me around 2hrs, by the time I got back I was wacked. It was chilly out, and up in the hills the fog/mist was so bad you could barely see 30 yards ahead. There is a bit, once you have climbed to the top which takes you back down over around 3 miles – sounds great – but when its freezing I could barely peddle when I got to the bottom. So after that cycle I would have needed to run six miles – a scary thought….

Going to extend the runs this week to a four mile route if I can find one, with some hills in it – its getting ever closer.

Run – 3 x 3miles (27 mins)

Cycle – one 33 mile – 2hrs 20

Swim – 3 x 60, 70, 60 lengths (around 30 – 35 mins)

Beers – 6 Stella, one strawberry blond (which was lovely)

 

Oh yeah – Tom got smashed on Rose, and managed to get to work the next day! ;o)

I’m back.

 

Been ill for a week – not any more, although I do still have a bit of a cough and a little short of breath. But after doing nowt for a week, was itching to get out and do something. Plus I am off for a beer later so it makes me feel better to get a run in.

 

So a run, this morning at 6:40 – its getting light early now, 28 mins. Done.

5th gear

Week 5, already…

Really bad week for me, been a little poorly.

Went running on Monday, then was in Bristol on Tues so didn’t do anything, then swam on Weds morning and went for a quick cycle Weds night, just around Redwick. Went for a run on Thurs, but felt a little ill in the evening. Then missed out on Friday, Sat and Sunday – so poor show.

It was Kate’s birthday this weekend, so took 8 children out to Cardiff Bay, for bowling and Nando’s. Then walked over to the barrage  which didn’t go down brilliantly, but also spent time in the park. It was freezing with a little snow, and I didn’t have a coat. It was quite chilly.

Sunday was Kate’s birthday proper, but I spent some of it wrapped up in bed – until Pizza time ;o)

 

Swim – 2 x over 50 lengths in 30 mins

Run -2 x 3 miles, 27 min pace

Cycle – 1 x 7 mile ~15 mph pace.

Beer: 7 Stella, 1 Fosters.

4th Week on that training plan

 

Here we are again, in the fourth week of the training – slightly odd week this time with being in Cardiff one day, and picking up the bike on Thurs. Still managed to get 3 runs (I think) in and 3 swims – one of the swims was with my sister in H/west 25 meter pool.

The H/west swim was at the end of the week, and we were down there at doors opening – they have a great set up there for changing rooms, its all in together with little cubicles for everyone, and two shower blocks – its a great way of doing it I think, although my sister said the cops are up there quite often due to “pervs”!!.

Got in the slow lane to start with, but by the time we had done two lengths it started getting busy – so we moved to another lane, which had a b0d already in and we started the anti-clockwise swim session. I think we did 40 lengths in the end, I had some problems with my nose, and did a fast length for one which really knackered me out, all in about 30 mins. Also saw GD getting his practice in, had a quick chat but had my ear-plugs in so couldn’t hear anything – did suggest we could meet up after but had to get back once dry so missed him.

Picked up the bike on Thurs as it had been down for the new wheels to be put on – I bought some Shimano RS80’s, so cycled back from Chepstow at around 16:30 on Thurs. Not sure how good the wheels are yet – seemed okay, maybe better – will really need to get out and give it a real good go over the next few days.

When I was out in Pembs I deliberately tracked the cycle route to see what it looks like – its bloody hilly! I hope to get around it over Easter when we get down there, because I think the route is quite challenging.

Swimming – 3 x 1000 meters in 30 mins each time (ish)

Running – 3 x 3 miles

Cycle – 1 x 15 miles

Beers – 10 stella

 

Swim Fiend

Wanted to create a specific entry for the swimming because I cannot believe the difference three weeks make.

In total I have been around 10 times to the pool, and every time it is a scary experience, but once in the water it is amazing the improvement one can make. First time I could barely do two lengths – I was huffing and puffing way too much. It also helped a lot when I got a nose clip, the feeling of water  up the nose was not pleasant.

After the first week things didn’t seem to improve too much, it was very difficult to keep a breath whilst swimming, I think it must be all about gaining a rhythm. I seem to be lucky in that I started to swim from scratch and have made myself do “bilateral” breathing, which for me means I breath on every third stoke – either side, which seems to be doing me fine.

The real improvement was noticeable when I went to Ipswich, in the big pool the stoke started coming together and although I was only really do one length at a time due to traffic, it did seem easier. The the last two times have really taking it up a gear. Sets of six, with 40 second breathing breaks are very do-able now, and last time 16 lengths with no stop and this time 20. So I was up to nearly 1000 meters in the pool today, in around 30 mins.

 

Really pleased with how this is going, I feel a lot more confident in the swim now, although I do realise just how difficult putting them together will be.

Week Tri

 

Been away this week, off across to the East, in Martlesham – which is where I used to work at the beginning of my BT career some 16 years ago – now that is a scary thought… Was up there for a workshop, but the hotel I picked had a David Lloyd next door, so on MOnday evening, after I arrived I headed straight over there. I had to bring a towel from the hotel, and worked out from the girl at the counter how to get in, and was told it was “quiet” – it must get very bust then, then I was given a lock and key and away I went.

 

Massive changing rooms with a variety of people in various states of undress – some people are real exhibitionists, unfortunately  found my self a locker, and got into my swimmers. Remembered to take my glasses off, but then felt a little deaf and dumb with my ear plugs in and my glasses off. I stumbled around trying to find the exist it the pool, found it, then remembered I needed to get a shower first,m so stumbled back out again. Then to the pool proper. There were a number of lanes, one said “slow”, one said “fast” and two large lanes were full of children and parents. I felt a little lost.

Anyway, decided I should probably get into the “slow” lane, along with four other people – luckily with the pool being a full 25 meter, it was quite easy to get into a slot. Also after I was swimming for a bit I scared two of the people away. Had a reasonable session, no idea how many lengths  but was doing two at a time – partly down to my uselessness, but also because the lane had a bottleneck and I had to pause occasionally. So spent around 25-30 mins in the pool, then stumbled back into the changing rooms. It was now then I realized  after I took my key from my pocket, that there was no number on it. The woman had just given me a lock, and I had just picked a locker at random – how I had thought there might be a magical number on it I don’t know, but I didn’t really know which locker was mine. And there were people around, looking at me, as I tried a lock or two. Not being able to see very well doesn’t help this enterprise I can tell you. Anyway I found it (thankfully, otherwise I would still be there) and after a quick shower and a shuffling change of clothes I was back in the hotel.

That was the last I saw of David Lloyd – I had intended to go each morning – but, well, I didn’t. I did have two lots of burgers and six pints though – so not all bad eh?

Due to being away I had to run on Weds night when I got back – but I was tired after the long drive so just did two miles. Went down the Hilton pool on the Thurs morning – it was busy, I swam quite a few lengths – a few sixers. Went out for food with the in-laws on Thurs night down the Old Barn, but up in the morning to have a three miler in the morning.

Rained on Sat and Sun, so I shyed off the cycle or run on Sat, which was bad of me, but at least we went for a little walk down the wetlands. Then had a great session in the pool on Sunday. Got there about 7:30, and there were only a couple there, started sets of six. Tiring to start with, but I kept up, six lengths then about a 40 second break – each set taking around 3 mins. Did six of these after each other, then after the final pause I did a set of 14 lengths to take the total up to 50. So that was in about 30 mins – with pauses though but feeling a little more relaxed about the swim – even though that was only 900 meters and not in the sea, and not under pressure, and not competitive etc etc it still feels good.

So this week:

Run: 1 x 2 mile, 2 x 3 mile

Swim: 3 sessions – 6 lengths at a time, max 50 lengths in one session

Cycle: Nowt (although I have ordered £300 pound wheels

Beer: 17 Stella, 2 Fosters (thanks Ant)