Subscribe For Updates

Friday, 8 May 2015

Challenge Seven - Winchester May Day Triathlon - Monday 4 May 2015

Broken Wheel
Only one week had passed since the Southampton Triathlon.  Training had been slow!  One ride had to be abandoned due to a broken wheel, which meant my bike had to go into the shop for repairs and I didn't get that back until Saturday and with only one 14km run done with the guys and girls from Stonehenge Triathlon and Road (STAR) if anything I was well rested!  But I was ready for my second triathlon in a week!

TriathlonBox all packed and ready
The day started at a more reasonable time, my start time was 0850 hrs but I had a race brief I had to attend at 0745 hrs.

The ever trustee TriathlonBox was packed and along with the now fully repaired bike was loaded into the car for me to set off to Winchester.
 I had a feeling that the day would be a good one.  
My confidence in my own abilities was ever growing and I was feeling great.  Also I knew that I would have lots of support as Georgie (my wife) and Freddie (my son) along with Lucy (my mother in law) and an old friend, Smithy, would there to see me race again.  The weather was looking good for the race too and perhaps for the first time this year I'd be racing without any strong winds!
Registered and Ready

Busy Transition
I arrived at the event and took a good look at transition as I drove in.  It was massive!! A really long barriered section marked it out and there was lots of racking.  I was unaware at this point just how
many were taking part.  I parked up and grabbed my kit from the car and made my way to registration.  Once I'd registered and collected my numbers I took myself to one side and set about sticker the relevant race numbers in the right places.  Having done this I made my way through to transition to rack my bike and sort my kit out.  

Already transition was heaving with people and it was becoming apparent that there wasn't going to be much room during the race.  We were racked in Waves.  I was in Wave 6 so about half way down on the left hand side.  Once in the right area it was a free for all to find some space.  I found a spot and sorted my kit allowing room for others but allowing enough room for myself.

All racked and ready I went back into the hall and listened to the race brief before getting ready for my swim.

The Swim

The swim took place within the grounds of the school the event was being held at.  It was a 6 lane pool and there was 4 people to a lane.  Each of us had different coloured swim caps, Blue, White, Yellow and Orange.  Blue would go first then the others would follow in order at 10 second intervals.  We were briefed on the pool side that if we caught the swimmer in front to tap them on the foot and then that swimmer should get to the end of the length and allow the swimmer behind to pass.  Everyone got that!!! Easy! Nothing hard nor difficult to remember, tap foot and wait! Simple.

I was a blue hat so in my lane I was to set of on the first whistle.  All four of us got in the pool and waited. He we go again - 3, 2, 1 GO!

I was off - again!  I got into a steady flow and kept the pace up.  After 100m I was still in front and I was meeting the other 3 swimmers half down each length so I knew I was going well.  I started to catch the others at around 300m in.  I passed the first one with no problems as we met at the wall on the turn and they just let me past.  Half way down the next length I caught the next swimmer and gave the obligatory tap on the foot.  Now I'm no Olympic swimmer but at this point I was having to swim breaststroke but in the style of a elderly gentleman out for is afternoon swim.  The wall was approaching and I got ready to get by and smash the last 75m.  However, the chap in front had other ideas because at the wall he just turned and carried on.  So I gave him another tap towards the end of the length again.  But yet again he just ignored me and turned at the wall ignoring my request to let me past.  I was losing time badly.

With the wall approaching for my last turn he was still in front so I made the choice to just force my way past and try and get some time back down the last 25m.  So at the wall I got along side him and turned before he did.  But as I did the guy actually grabbed my foot in an attempt to pull me back.  Naturally I was in the middle of a stroke so I 'strengthened' my kick and he soon let go.  I powered down the last length and climbed out of the pool - a little annoyed but not much I could do now the swim was done and I was making my way out to T1.  Official Swim Time - 00:09:00.
T1 out of the Pool

Transition 1

I made my way out of the pool and ran down to transition.  I was still angry after swimgate and I lost my bearings.  At first I couldn't find my slot.  Thankfully my TriathlonBox gave me a good indicator and having ran past it I turned and made my way back.  On went the helmet and race number followed by my shoes.  I grabbed my bike and made my way down the long transition area to the mount
line.  Official T1 Time - 00:01:39.

The Bike

At the end of transition a very helpful marshal pointed to the mount line and then the direction of which we had to travel.  The route started down a little lane which then merged onto the main road and out on the course.  It was a 2 lap dash over a 12km course.  This would be the longest bike course on a triathlon I'd have done to date.
The first part was reasonably flat and the pace was high with some slight downhills it got even higher.  I was getting up to speeds of over 50kph and I was feeling good.  That was all about to change very quickly.  The lumps and bumps came thick and fast.  Although only short they were steep and my speed was dropping fast.  As fast as the hills approached the downhill the other side of the climb also arrived.  They were a blessing as the speeds got back up to 40-45kph without having to pedal too.  But the hills kept coming and they were leg sappingly steep.  Some had nice downhills and some just levelled out.  For 3-4km at a time the pace dropped to under 20kph and it was becoming a struggle and this was only LAP 1!!!

Coming in to T2
At the end of the last hill there was a steep drop back down to the main road and over a roundabout.  I could see the turning for the school ahead.  I managed to negotiate the traffic lights without having to stop and blasted through to start the 2nd lap.  I knew lap 2 would be hard but also knew that I would be able to use the first section of the ride to keep a high pace and keep the legs fresh for the hills that I knew were coming.  The lumps and bumps were coming and I needed to get my legs ready for them again.     

I lost a bit of time on the hills but they were done and I was now on the final stretch in to transition.  No such luck at the lights this time though I got stuck for a few seconds on red but thankfully it was the junction for the school so it was a welcome stop.  A short blast up the road to the dismount line and I was back!  Official Bike Time - 00:51:22

Transition 2

On went the trainers
I had my feet out of my shoes before the dismount line and ran round to the rack to hang up my bike. Off came the shoes and on went the trainers.  Helmet off and I was on my way out of transition. Official T2 Time - 00:01:14

The Run

During the pre-race brief the organisers had said that the run was 'cheeky'.  During the 2nd lap of the bike I had seen some of the first starters on the run along the same road that we were riding on.  The first section was along a bark type surface underneath some trees and then out onto the path.  The route then turned left and the road started to rise slightly.  My legs felt pretty heavy at this stage the ride had taken a lot out but I was starting to get a good rhythm going.

At the top of the hill the route headed down a narrow track.  Ahead I could see some of the other runners on the other side of the fence running down a field, I assumed to be the school.  About half way down, the track became very steep.  The run just got really difficult.  People ahead of me were walking it was that steep.  I just kept the legs going even though the pace dropped to just under 8min/km. Once the hill had peaked the route turned into the grounds of the school and the hill we just ran up was now going back down.  To be honest it was difficult not to fall flat on my face it was pretty steep.

Lap 2 Begins
The inevitable downhill became another uphill and the field turned to the right.  Ahead I could see the finish line but I knew this wasnt the end as the run was also a 2 lap course.  I ran past the finish line and made my way through the barriers which marked out the run through the school grounds.
Once through that the run went past transition and back down to the start of the run for lap 2.  The crowds were amazing and cheering anyone and everyone all around the course.  It felt great.

Lap 2 was very much the same as lap 1.  I caught a few more on the hill into the school and knowing the route now I saved a bit for the sprint finish.
A Painful Finish

The finish was approaching and just off to the left I could see Georgie and Freddie clapping and cheering me home.  Couldn't miss Fred in his STAR T-Shirt.  I gave everything I had left to the sprint finish and crossed the line!
Official Run Time - 00:25:33

Me and Fred
It was over! My fourth triathlon and Challenge 7 of my Charity Challenge Year done!  I can honestly say that to date it was the hardest Triathlon I had done.  A tough swim followed buy a very hilly bike course and a cheeky run all accumulated to a Official Finish Time of 01:28:49!!  Overall I had finished 55th and I was 9th in my age group.  To be honest I was delighted with that considering how hard I had found it!  The support of my family being there meant the world to me and as I was handed my medal and a bottle of water I turned to see my little boy running
towards me and jumping into my arms.  No matter how mu ch pain I was in he always makes me feel good!  With all the photos taken it was time to get changed have coffee and get ready to go home were me and Fred had a day of Star Wars ahead of us!  What a way to finish a great day.

Once again I ask all of you that read this to remember why I'm doing it.  To date with your help I have managed to raise £1025 which is past the halfway mark.  So please keep giving where you can and share this with your family and friends for them to donate too.  Visit my Just Giving to donate or alternatively text KOMS99 plus your donation to 70070.
Its getting full on the medal front

It means so much to me that so many people take the time to read this so thank you

Next up is Cycle Wiltshire, 100 mile ride across the hills of the Wiltshire Downs on May 9th so look out for another blog soon.

Thanks you all.

Sunday, 3 May 2015

Challenge Six - Southampton Triathlon - Sunday 26 April 2015

Yes that all fits!
Another 2 weeks had passed and already upon me was Challenge 6 of my Charity Challenge Year.  When I planned all of this, at the back end of 2014, the events and dates seemed so far away but now I was prepping myself for the Southampton Triathlon and it was already the end of April.  The night before again meant packing up my TriathlonBox, checking over the bike and double checking times and locations.  It also meant an early night as my race started at 0730
hrs!!  Yes that's right started at 0730 hrs!

See! All in one TriathlonBox
Sunday morning arrived, very suddenly and very early.  My alarm went off at 0500 hrs and I was glad I had packed and checked my kit the night before as none of my motor functions were in operational order at that time of the morning.  I managed to force some porridge down and had some breakfast drinks in the fridge ready for the drive up to Southampton which was about an hour away.  I loaded up the bike and my TriathlonBox and set off about 0530 hrs, still not fully awake!

I arrived at the event about 0630-0645 hrs after negotiating some traffic issues and getting a little bit lost.  Arriving that little bit earlier than needed was handy too as the event coordinators weren't ready for us either.  It gave me a bit of a chance to wake up and take in the surroundings.  Once registration was open I went and got my numbers and timing chip.  I racked my bike up in transition and made my way over to the pool to get ready to start my 6th challenge of the year!  The weather was awful it had been very wet over night and it was bitterly cold but nevertheless the race was about to start.

Now by no means would I consider myself a seasoned triathlete but now that I have 3 under my belt the pre-race nerves aren't as half as bad as they were at Bicester for my first.  I get more nervous about the race the night before making sure I know where I need to be and when etc.  So being stood on pool side getting the race brief from the marshals felt like a standard Sunday afternoon now  I was ready to race and the clock was ticking round to 0730 hrs!

The Swim

We were given our lanes and got into the water.  3 to a lane was good and gave us the chance to have plenty of room in the lanes too.  I waited for the race starter to give the go sign.  3, 2, 1 GO!  I was off.

I think the early start was working in my favour as the first 100m flew past and by the 150m point I had passed the other two swimmers in my lane.  I caught them both again by the 250m point and was feeling pretty good.  Before the swim we were told we had lap counters, but needed obviously to count our own lengths.  So when I reached, what I thought was 350m, I was fully expecting the lap counter to show me the float, but NOO! He didn't move!  Now I had a choice to make.  Do I get out and argue the point later or do I do another 50m and see what happens.  I made the choice to swim on, I didn't want to run the risk of DQ!

The next time round the lap counter did in fact show me the float.  So maybe I had miss counted and had made the right choice to swim on.  I opened up my stroke for the last 50 and really went for it!  I finished the 50 and climbed out of the pool.  I was the first one out!  I hit the lap button on my Garmin and checked the time before heading down the metal fire escape steps to transition.  It was now i noticed that i had in fact swam an extra 50m and the lap counter had made an error. Still the time was good and I was first out of the pool! Official Swim Time - 00:07:52!

Transition 1

As I just said the pool exit was down a flight of metal fire escape steps, which wasn't ideal at all.  But as I was first out they were relatively dry.  I got down them safely and ran into transition.  On went the helmet, followed quickly by my shoes.  I grabbed my bike and headed out. Official T1 Time - 00:00:54!

The Bike

I had already had a look at the bike route prior to the event and knew some of the route from the New Forest 100! I knew there would be some lumps and bumps on the way and one small climb in Beaulieu.

I got round the first set of roundabouts without any issue, again the early start helping. The last big roundabout led me into the Forest itself and over the infamous cattle grids.  Over the first one I went and as I did so something fell from my bike.  Something small, small enough that when I looked back over my shoulder I couldn't see anything! I had no idea what it was but decided to crack on and hope that nothing else decided to work loose.

The first section of the Forest was up and down and fairly open ground so the wind was playing its part.  I managed to keep a high pace of around 34kph which I was pleased with and hoped I could keep up all the way round.  I kept looking over my shoulder thinking that the others must be out of the pool by now and out on course but I couldn't see anyone, even over the open ground.

The KM kept rolling on the lumps kept coming but they were very short and once they had been passed there was very often a downhill section to recover on.  This kept going until about 12km when I got through Beaulieu and hit the one bug hill on the route.

My speed dropped to about 13-15kph and the hill was killing me.  It was probably only 1km long but it was fairly steep and was sapping my legs.  Once at the top the ground leveled out to a pan flat open stretch but now that strong wind from earlier was straight across the front of me and I could not get my speed over 30kph even though I felt like I was peddling for my life.  This went on for a good 3km and it felt like forever!  Eventually there was some cover and the last 4km was back up to pace but the damage had already been done.  My legs were ruined and I was trying to ease my way back to transition to save my legs for the run.

I rolled round to transition and heard the marshal shout, 'first rider back.'  It then dawned on me that nobody had overtaken me during the ride and I was the first one back.  This gave me a massive boost.  I unstrapped my shoes and took my feet out before the line and jumped of at dismount! Official Bike Time - 00:42:06

Transition 2

Now that I'd mastered the art of getting my feet out of my shoes before the T2 was quick.  I shot in with bare feet and racked my bike.  Helmet off and slipped my trainers on and tightened my quick laces and was out on my run.  Official T2 Time - 00:00:51

The Run

Now my legs were really heavy, the bike had really hurt.  The run started with a slight uphill along a narrow track through some woods.  Thankfully I was the first out on the run and again the early start helped as the track was empty it was just me.  At the top of the track a marshal directed me right and I started up another hill, in fact it was the downhill section of the bike on the run in. It was tough, my legs were getting heavier but I was still averaging between 4-6 min/km so I just kept going.

This was were I made a mistake!  I anticipated that the route would be an out and back.  I'd already spotted the marshal that I assumed was the turning point.  As the crest of the hill approached I knew the marshal was just over the other side and down a little hill.  I had paced myself out to this point hoping that I would be able to open up the legs on the downhill all the way back to the finish.

Now here's the error!

The marshal, as friendly as he was, didn't tell me to turn around and run back.  He did however point to the right and made me turn and head up a route I wasn't expecting.  Now I didn't actually know where I was in relation to the finish.  So i just kept my pace as close to 5 min/km as my legs would let me. Many of the others were heading back in now on the bikes and I was sure that I was going to be passed any minute by another runner.  But again as I looked behind me there was no one in sight.

As I approached the top of another little hill another marshal pointed to the right and shouted, 'its all downhill from here.'  I took that as a hint that the finish wasn't far off now.  I opened up a bit and got my time down to under 5 min/km and kept it steady still not really knowing where the finish was.  In the far distance I could see another marshal so him/her my next target.

I was reeling in the road and the marshal got closer and closer as got up to her she pointed to the right again and said, 'well done you've finished.' Ahead of me I could see every runners favourite thing the big inflatable finish line. I gave my legs one last sprint to the line and hammered it home.  Official Run Time - 00:24:20

Another medal for the rack!
I'd done it!  I was first out of the pool and first one back from the run!  No one had caught me.  I was in first place, granted I knew that wasn't going to last but I was in the lead!  I was then given my time.....officially 01:16:03.  Given how I felt on the bike and how heavy my legs were during the run I was delighted with the time.  I was only 3 minutes off the time I set at Portland, which was a shorter bike course too.  As I had no one to chase and was pacing myself along a route that didn't exists I was actually over the moon! Whilst talking to the time keeper another runner came home.  He was 2 minutes behind me! I was still in the lead!!!! Again I knew I wouldn't stay there but I was still there.  I actually stayed in the lead for another 4 or 5 runners and stayed in the top 10 for a while too.  But that all changed later on.  But I wasn't there to win the thing I knew that wouldn't happen but id done it! Id finished another triathlon and was buzzing!

So half way through my Charity Challenge Year and the support you have all shown has been incredible.  At the time of writing this blog I have reached the amazing amount of £1,010 raised for the MS Society!  That is also half way to my £2000 target.  So please please keep the support coming and the donations too!  Challenges 7 and 8 come within 5 days of each other.  Challenge 7 is the Winchester Triathlon on 4 May and Challenge 8 is Cycle Wiltshire 100 on 9 May.  So to help and show support text KOMS99 plus your donation to 70070 (i.e. KOMS99 £5).  Doesn't have to be £5 just £1 from each of you will make a huge difference.  You can also donate on my JustGiving page if you'd prefer.

The posts will come thick and fast over the next few days and don't forget to catch up on previous races on here and follow me on Twitter (@MartynSeddon) for more updates.

Thank you everyone!

Monday, 20 April 2015

Challenge Five - Weymouth Triathlon - Sunday 12 April 2015

Two weeks had past since I lost my 'triathlon virginity' and now it was time to do it all over again. The Weymouth Triathlon, organised by the folks at Bustinskin, was upon me and with it Challenge 5 of my Charity Challenge Year.  From never doing a triathlon in my life I was now about to do my second in two weeks and I was ready and feeling great.
TriathlonBox and my Bike ready for the journey
The whole Challenge started a day earlier this time.  As the event registration was 0630hrs to 0730hrs on race day it would have meant leaving home about 0400hrs in the morning, which to be honest didn't fill me with joy!  Therefore the command decision was made that we would make a family weekend of it.  So Saturday morning me, Georgie (my wife), Freddie (my little boy) and Lucy (my mother in law) packed the car and set of for Weymouth.

Freddie and Georgie enjoying the donkey rides

With everything I needed for the race packed away in my TriathlonBox and my bike on the rack there was plenty of room for the bags in the boot too.  We trundled through the Dorset countryside and made our way to the hotel in Weymouth.  The staff at the Crown Hotel where incredibly helpful.  Letting me lock my bike and TriathlonBox in one of there store rooms and also organising an earlier than advertised breakfast for me and the family.  The rest of the day was spent watching Freddie running around on the beach, riding donkey's eating ice cream, building sandcastles and riding on as many fairground rides as possible.  In my eyes it was the perfect way to relax before a race.  

We all headed back to the hotel after an amazing day at the beach had evening meal (a big fish pasta dish) and went to bed ready for an early start on race day.

Although the venue was only 15 minutes drive from the hotel my alarm was set for 0500hrs which would give me time to get up, dressed and have breakfast ready to leave for the race at 0630hrs.  The family were up and ready too and the day was looking beautiful.  The weather report was dry and warm with a slight coastal breeze.  I was excited for this one!

When we arrived at the race many people had already there sorting bikes and stuffing kit into plastic boxes struggling up the little hill up to the leisure centre.  I grabbed my bike of the rack and fitted my TriathlonBox onto the top tube and strolled up to registration.  

Transition was already bustling with racers sorting their kit and placing helmets on bikes etc.  I went down to registration and picked up my numbers and swim cap.  I headed back out to the transition and found my place on the rack.  On when the bike and out of my TriathlonBox came my helmet, shoes, trainers and towels.  I placed them in order and checked and double checked.  Now I was ready to race all that was left was a quick race brief and I'd be on pool side.

The Swim

Waving to the support
The swim was a little different than at Bicester.  Each wave waited on pool side in number order.  Each racer would get in the pool and start their swim then every 20 seconds the next person would start.  After each 50m the swimmer would then enter the next lane and swim another 50m.  So 6 lanes, 12 lengths would be 300m.  As I was stood on pool side I was feeling good.  I looked up to the viewing gallery above and could see my family waving to me with little Freddie waving his hands off.  I was more than ready now and had real motivation to go!  I was number 42 but after a few changes in the line up I probably wasn't 42nd in the pool.  However my time had come.  I got in the pool and waited for the count.  The marshal counted me down from 5 and I was off! 

In what felt like the blink of an eye I was already entering lane 2 and starting my second 50.  By the end of length 3 I had caught the swimmer in front and passed him at the turn.  The first 100 was done and it had flown by.  By the end of length 5 I had caught another 2 swimmers and passed them at the turn too.  Half way down lane 6 and I got stuck behind another swimmer.  This wasn't a bad thing it actually gave me a breather for a few seconds because at the turn I passed them and was away.  Half way done and the lanes in front were now pretty clear all the way to the finish.  I just kept my stroke steady and efficient and the ladders at the end of length 12 approached very quickly.  The swim was done.  I climbed out of the pool and ran out the back door as I hit the transition carpet I hit the lap button on my Garmin - 00:06:14.

Transition 1

Making my way out of T1

From the carpet out of the back of the pool to my bike was about 50/60m I was feeling strong and headed towards my bike.  As I got there, Georgie was waiting right by my bike taking photos and cheering me on.  I could here Freddie and Lucy cheering in the background too.  On went the helmet and number belt followed quickly by my shoes.  The bike came of the rack and I ran out to the mount line. I hit the line jumped on the bike and hit the lap button on the Garmin - 00:01:57.

The Bike

Now although the race was advertised as the Weymouth Triathlon it was actually on Portland.  For those of you that don't know the island is essentially a hill and an extremely steep one too.

Round the roundabout
As I left transition there was a little roundabout to navigate on which one of the marshals shouted to me that I was to follow the road to the left and that there were two riders ahead of me.  Round the roundabout I went and I followed the road to the left.  Up ahead I could see the two riders as well as the aforementioned mega climb.  Now like any cyclist I like a hill but this wasn't a Grand Tour, this was a triathlon and I was still recovering my legs from the swim.  The hill was upon me and it lasted for about 3km from bottom to top.  The road snaked up the hill too so it wasn't a straight road to the top.  I'd caught the first of the two riders by the first hairpin about 1km in then the second very soon after.  I was going alright.  Although the hill was steep and long I was managing to keep my pace steady.  I was out the saddle for a lot of it but my legs kept pumping and in the distance more riders were being reeled in. 

Returning to Transition
Thankfully at the top it leveled out nicely and I was able to really open up staying steady at around 35-40kph on the flats.  There were still a few lumps to contend with which slowed me down a little but nothing to straining.  I was passing people frequently and each time I did I set my sights on the next one ahead.  The road was now flat and the sights were amazing.  The sea to my left looked calm and steady with the sun bouncing off the water.  I kept hammering on and in the distance I could see Portland Bill which I knew was the turning point.  

After the turn the route headed back towards the leisure centre on the same road back.  About 13km in another little bump in the road reared its ugly head slowing me down to around 20kph.  It didn't last very long however, about 1km, then the rapid decent started.  The narrow winding roads of Portland were flying past me at nearly 60kph! It was quick which was good as it meant little peddling allowing me time to recover ready for the run!  Around the last roundabout and up to transition I went and onto the dismount line. I clipped out of my peddles and ran down the side of transition and across the timing line where I hit the lap button on my Garmin again - 00:39:29.

Freddie cheering me on in T2
Transition 2

As I approached my racking area once again I was greeted by Georgie taking more photos and cheering me on.  Off came the helmet and shoes.  I spun my number round and slipped on my trainers and headed back out of transition.  Across the mat I hit the button again - 00:01:43.

The Run

Sprint Finish
As I headed out on the run my legs felt strong and I was feeling good.  Ahead I could see two other runners up the road, about 800m ahead of me.  I made the decision that I was going to catch them!  I kept my stride long and pace steady at around 5min/km.  There was a slight downhill out onto a flat section all the way out to the half way point.  The run was totally flat and was an out and back route.  The flag which indicated the half way point was along a coastal path right next to the harbour front.  

The flag was at 2.5km there was a drinks station about 600m from the flag.  It was just before here that I caught the second of the two runners.  I caught him and decided that I wasn't going past him and that I would run with him to the half way marker.  We had a little chat and both decided to run together to the end!  We kept each others pace high sticking around the 5min/km mark. The coastal path was almost like a trail route, jagged rocks and holes, ankle turners I call them, so the pace slowed slightly just to stay safe.  

The run was going extremely well so far.  As we approached the end of the race it was decided between us that when we reached the top of the little hill just outside the leisure centre we would 'give it the beans' to the finish line.  As we hit the top I opened up my stride and give it everything I had left into the finish.  I was sprinting in, well as best I could at the end of a triathlon.  In the background noise around me I could here more voices cheering me on.  The voices I heard I recognised too!  Georgie, Freddie and Lucy were there as well as Steph and Lee with their girls, friends of ours who had come up to Portland to cheer me on!  I kept going hard to the finish and crossed the line - 00:24:02!

At the finish line I was greeted with a medal and some freebies, to be honest right now I was to busy trying to get my breath back. I walked back to my racking point were I was met by my support.  I took a seat on my TriathlonBox and knocked back a bottle of water. I'd done it my second ever triathlon complete!  Challenge 5 complete.   Now for the time.  At Bicester I'd gone 01:23:47 had I gone better?  Well in a word YES!! I'd smashed in fact 01:13:03 official!!  I was delighted! I was 10 minutes quicker over a much tougher course.  I couldn't have asked for more! Having my family and friends there to see me in was just the best feeling in the world and now I'd taken 10 minutes off my PB!  To top it all off it was now only 1030hrs and we all had the rest of the day on the beach to recover.  Nothing could be better!

Challenge 5 done and who would have believed it! Please remember that all of this is for a charity close to my heart and because of the amazing generosity of many of the readers of this blog as well as family and friends I have so far managed to raise £925! Which is just incredible!! Its completely overwhelming that so many people care and have made the effort to text or visit the JustGiving  page!  But obviously as with all charity work I would love to make more so you can text the word KOMS99 followed by your donation to 70070 (i.e. KOMS99 £5 to 70070) or visit my JustGiving page! 

I cant thank you all individually but want you all to know that I am eternally grateful for all your support and hope that you will all stick with me over the next 7 challenges to come!  Next up is the Southampton Triathlon 26 April 2015!

Thank you!

Friday, 3 April 2015

Challenge Four - Bicester Triathlon - Sunday 29 March 2015

After months of training and preparation the day had finally arrived for me to take part in my first ever Triathlon!  2 years ago it was merely a pipe dream, more of an item on a bucket list than anything.  Now here I was, the night before my first ever race, packing my kit and going through it over and over again!

The time had come for me to tick that item off the list - it was time to put myself to the test!

Sunday morning arrived and I was up bright and early going through my kit list and making sure I got some breakfast in.  My start time wasn't until 1120 so I had plenty of time to get myself together and get to the event.  I left home about 0840 and hit the road to Bicester which was about a 90 minute drive.

TriathlonBox staying strong
Now before leaving I had done the obligatory weather check and it wasn't looking good! The rain was forecast all day and the wind looked strong.  The forecast said 35mph cross winds.  That I was not looking forward to one bit!  My first ever Tri and I'd be dealing with rain and intense winds!  If it wasn't challenge enough the weather gods were going to make it harder.

I arrived at the event and to be fair the organisers at 'On Your Marks' had done a wonderful job setting up with the wind in full force.  Marshals were constantly picking up fences and peoples hats as the wind took a real hold.  I'd arrived just before 10 which meant I had a bit of time to register, grab my kit and get into transition to set up.  Again the transition marshals were on fire! Constantly picking up lids and empty plastic boxes blowing around as well as towels and bottles of talc!

I did notice however there was one particular box that didn't fly away, TriathlonBox!

Kit ready in transition
As this was my first ever triathlon I wasn't entirely sure how to set my kit up.  I put the bike on the rack, attached my number to my race belt which I then clipped to my bag.  Placed both my bike shoes and running shoes next to my bag with my helmet ready to go too.  Both sets of shoes were full of talc! That was it, I was ready to go - I hoped!

The nerves were running wild now!  I'd been working for this for months, was I ready? Had I done enough? I didn't want to fall at this last hurdle, the race itself.  The crew at Stonehenge Triathlon and Road Club had put me through my paces in the pool and on the hills of Salisbury Plain and I really wanted the hard work to pay off!  Now the time had come to put it all to the test - it was 1120 and I was stood on the side of the pool waiting for the nod from the Swim Director to get in the pool and begin my first EVER triathlon!!!!

The Swim

The 'nod' was given and I got into the pool.  My heart rate was pounding now, this was it the time had come.  3,2,1 and the whistle was blown - I was off!

There was only one other swimmer in my lane and he was about 75m ahead of me having started before me.  My first 50 flew by I wasn't even convinced I'd done 50m but I had.  Before I knew it I'd done 100m and I'd caught the other chap and passed him at the turn.  I couldn't believe how well it was going.  200m down, 300m down and I was in full flow feeling great.  Now I had an issue, I'd lost count! I looked down at my watch to see where I was distance wise but the backlight was off and I couldn't see it properly.  So in my infinite wisdom I hit the stop button!! Idiot! I quickly restarted the watch and managed to get the backlight on, all whilst still swimming! I caught the distance - 400m. I'd finished the swim - however - I was at the wrong end of the pool! So I had to do an extra length to finish! 450m and the swim was done - 50m more than needed.

I climbed out of the pool and hit the lap button to start transition 1.  My Garmin said I'd swam 450m in 7.50!! The perfect start!

Transition 1

The run from the pool to the transition was about 50-60m.  I got to my bike, chucked my helmet on, strapped my number belt on - forced on my shoes took a quick swig of drink whilst slipping some High5 energy gels in my suit.  I grabbed my bike and ran out towards the mount line!  The very friendly marshal at the line informed me that the wind speeds had increased and that the cross winds were now stronger than they had been all day.  I was about to find out for myself!

The Bike

Apart from a mishap with my Garmin at the start of the ride (which I wont bore you with) it all started pretty well.  I felt strong out of the pool and got into a good rhythm quickly.  However that was all about to change.  The bright yellow boards with black arrows pointed to the left, so I obliged. Unfortunately the strong winds we had been warned about were stronger than I had anticipated.  The strong, fast rhythm I had built suddenly dropped and I was pedaling so fast but hardly moving!

I could not believe how strong the winds were.  Most of the ride was spent trying to stay upright and not be blown into the hedgerow or worse, traffic! Speed was no longer a goal for the ride just getting to the end of the ride was the goal now.  I kept pedaling and ended up overtaking a few on the first lap.  There was a short section of the ride where the wind was behind me and the road was a tad flat which gave me the opportunity to open up and get some speed going.  That was very short lived though as we had to turn left and do another lap of the 'wind tunnel.'

Lap 2 was a killer though.  Either lap one had sapped the energy out of me and I was just struggling or the wind had picked up but it was certainly a harder lap.  All I wanted to do was get to the tail wind section as I knew that the wind would be behind me all the way back to transition. Thankfully the tail wind gave me a chance to slow my cadence down but keep the speed up into transition. Which, mercifully, I was approaching.
The staff done a wonderful job.

Transition 2

Into transition I ran and found my kit.  I racked my bike and started taking of my helmet.  Off came the cycle shoes and on went the well talc'd running shoes.  Now I was very nervous.  I suppose now is a good as time as any to confess that until this very moment in time I hadn't actually done a run straight off the bike.  I know that's not a good thing given that I was currently taking part in a triathlon but we were about to find out if all the training I had done was going to pay off!

The Run

This was it! 5km, 3 miles, 5 laps of the field next to transition however it was measured this was the last leg. Out of transition, having reattached my number thanks to the wind, incredibly I felt great. Given the horrible winds on the ride and the fact I'd never ran straight of the bike before I felt strong and confident.  I was catching people which was boosting my confidence even more.  The wind was still playing its part on sections of the lap but nothing like the ride.

As the laps ticked by my pace felt good.
 I didn't look at my Garmin I just kept running at a pace that felt fast and more importantly that I could keep up.  It all went by pretty quickly and without any real problems.  The last lap flew by and before I knew it I was sprinting, yes sprinting, towards the finish.....and across the line!!

Another medal for the rack
I had done it! I had taken part in and completed a triathlon! A massive sense of pride hit me.  Knowing where I had started 2 years ago and where I was right now I knew it had all been worth it.  The great staff on the finish line hung a medal around my neck, handed me a bottle of water and recovered the timing chip from my ankle.  Oh yeah time! Before the race I had set myself a target of 1 hour 30 minutes to complete the race.  Looking at my watch the unofficial time was 1 hour 20 minutes.  I was overwhelmed and delighted.

Challenge 4 was done. I felt great and was already planning how to attack the next challenge before I'd even had a shower. How to shave time off in transition etc.  But for now I was just basking in my own glory at finishing the race.  The official time was announced at 1 hour 23 minutes which I was still amazed at! My aim now was to get those 3 minutes off at the next race.

So the race was done and of course its all for charity.  So if having read this and you've thought you know what this lads done good, then feel free to text KOMS99 plus your donation to 70070 or visit my Just Giving Page Just Giving Page - with all your amazing support so far I have managed to raise £909!  So lets get to £1000 by the end of the next race on the 12th April.

Thanks Everyone.

Sunday, 22 March 2015

Challenge Three - Longleat Half Marathon - Sunday 15th March 2015

If you'd have said to me 2 years ago that on a freezing cold Sunday morning in March I'd be getting up extra early to go and take part in a race around Longleat Safari Park I would have phoned for an ambulance thinking you were ill.  How things change in such a short space of time because that's exactly what I did.

At last the day had arrived for me to run my first ever Half Marathon.

It turns out however that getting up extra early wasn't absolutely necessary as I only live 40 minutes away from the park and the race didn't start until 0845 hrs! But still, I was up at just before 0600 hrs to get some hot coffee and porridge in me before I set off.  Now I keep using the word 'race' but in no way in my mind was I going to actually race against anyone but myself.

I'd packed my kit the night before and checked (and doubled checked) that I hadn't forgot anything.  I was more nervous about forgetting an essential item of kit than actually running.  I'd already ran my test 13 miles a couple of weeks before and had done so in 2.02.53 so the thought of running didn't make me nervous.  Stupid things like, being late or forgetting my socks made me more nervous than anything.  But I knew that everything was packed and ready so the nerves where in order.

So bag packed, breakfast eaten and coffee drank I was ready for the off.

I arrived at Longleat a good hour before the start.  The drive from the entrance to the actual start of the race took me down an enormous hill which on the way down I noticed a board with 'Mile 11' written on it.  2 things crossed my mind, 1) at least the finish was on a down hill and 2) but we have to get up the hill first.  I had heard that the route was hilly and I had seen the route and the profile which did look like there were a few hefty inclines, but it was a 'cross that bridge' type scenario as hills are always going to play a part.

I headed down to the car park and once parked made my way over to the 'registration area' even though I didn't need to register, I just wanted to get a look around and see what was going on.  Glad I did really as I picked up my free t-shirt and some pins for my number.  As there wasn't much to see I headed back to the car to stay warm as it was absolutely freezing.

With about 20 minutes before the start I got into my kit, chucked a High 5 energy gel down my neck and headed over to the big red inflatable that was the start line.

The Start!
Amazingly and completely unintentionally, I had ended up right at the front of the pack which was nice but it was going to be last time I'd be anywhere near the front.  The chap with the PA system was doing his up most to keep everyone entertained for the few minutes we had to wait, but to be brutally honest it was so cold that all I, and many around me, just wanted to get started.  The countdown began from 5 and my heart rate started to race a little, 4 - I checked my Garmin was ready, 3 - last check of the number being secured on my vest, 2 - one last look at the long straight road ahead, 1 - fingers on the start button GO!!!

I was off!! I had my targets, to finish and to finish in under 2 hours.

The first 2 miles went by with no real problems but as the second mile started so did the hills!  We were heading into the Safari Park itself and the first hill was a monster!  It seemed to last forever and went on for at least a half mile, but it kept going up too.  Thankfully it came to an end and swiftly dropped down hill into mile 3 at which point there was a most welcoming drinks station. I grabbed a bottle and took a few big swigs of water and started mile 3 which was obviously up hill.  Again another steady mile or so passed mostly flat or downhill, however I'd started seeing some of the other runners coming back towards me up the hill I was running down.  Either the lions had escaped and they were just running for their lives or there was a U-Turn coming up and mile 4 into 5 was going to be a killer up hill section again.

Yep you guessed it the lions where safely tucked away and the marshal stood next to a cone was the indication that the U-Turn was indeed the way ahead and the hill was next on the route.

The Route
Although the first half of the run had its, literal ups and downs, things had gone exceptionally well.  The 10km mark was approaching and I was feeling really good, half way and I hit the lap button on my Garmin.  Incredibly I had ran my fastest 10km ever 49.57, 4 minutes faster than ever before.  This was a massive boost for me as now I had that 2 hour target well in sight.  However, nothing could have prepared me for the second half of the race.

As mile 7 began so did a hill that will live in the memory of my legs forever more!  Now I don't mind a hill, they make you 'strong like bull' but nobody and I mean nobody likes a hill that lasts for 3 miles!  It just kept going and not only in distance but up and up too!  There was one small section, about half a mile, that wasn't uphill just before mile 8 and then it carried on up and up and up.

I'm not going to lie between miles 9 and 10 I genuinely didn't think I was going to finish the race.  My legs were absolutely hammered and the hill was sapping everything I had left.  I was in so much pain, my hamstrings felt like they were going to snap.  I had to slow my pace down just to get up the hill and keep my legs in tact.  The mile 10 marker was approaching and all I could think of was the mile 11 board I had seen on my way into the park earlier that morning and the massive downhill it brought with it.

Mile 10 turned left into the back of the park and along a small track and on towards the main entrance of the park that I had driven through earlier.  There was a drinks station, thank god, I snatched a bottle of water and gulped down as much as I could.  The main entrance approached and I knew the huge downhill was coming.  My legs seemed to have an extra boost in them all of a sudden.  I opened up my stride and got my pace back to 7.36 minute miles.  As good as this was for my finish time the downhill I had been so looking forward to for the last 3 miles was punishing.  It was so steep that I had to really open up my stride to have any control what so ever over my speed.  My legs were pretty much dead and on autopilot I was trying everything not to tumble forward and smash my face on the road.

The downhill leveled out and the finish line was on the left with Longleat House on the right.  I could see the finish but I had about 2 miles to go and one of them was the same long straight that we had started on.  Mind over matter now!  I knew there was a tiny little climb coming but I just kept pushing and pushing.  I got to the top of the little climb turned left and through the Arch Way and onto the long finish straight.  Longleat House was now in front of me as was the large red inflatable with 'FINISH' slapped all over the top of it.  I put everything I had left into that straight, but the line felt it was moving away from me.  I just kept going my legs felt like they were no longer attached and I was running on pure adrenaline now.

At the finish with my boy!
Then I heard the PA system burst into life and the fella with the mic saying my name.  I raised a finger in celebration as I hit the line as well as hitting the stop button on my Garmin.  At first I didn't want to look and to be honest I didn't get a chance as I was handed a medal, a drink and a energy bar of some description.  Then I heard one of my favorite sounds of all, 'Daddy!'  There was my little boy running towards me with the biggest smile on his face.  Just behind him was my wife holding a coffee which she handed to me and gave me a big hug at the same time.  I had done it and my family were there to see it.  I felt so happy and proud of what I had done so much so that I had completely forgotten to look at the time.  It wasn't until my wife asked that I looked at my Garmin and seen a time of 1.53.47!!!  Which was confirmed a very short time later via text as a chip time!  I'd done it! I couldn't believe it.  The pain I had gone through over the second half of the run had been worth it! I couldn't be happier!

The race was run and I had smashed both my 10k and Half Marathon personal bests and my family were there to see it.  I couldn't have been any happier.  Now it was time to get changed and spend the rest of the day, as it was Mothers Day, in the park at a much slower pace!

Official Chip Time
So Challenge 3 done and I have managed to reach the amazing figure of £800 raised for the MS Society.  I couldn't have done this without the support of all of you that have taken time to read these blogs and text in to donate.  I've said it before, this blog has had over 1400 views and if everyone donated £1 then I would be pretty much there in regards to my targets.  So please if you can text KOMS99 plus your donation (£1 £2 £3 £5 etc) to 70070 or visit

Only a week now until Challenge 4 so look out for that report coming soon.

Thank you


Tuesday, 10 March 2015

It Is Time!!

As Winter fades into a distant memory and Spring approaches like your favorite relative at Christmas as do the months in which my Charity Challenge Year really step into full flow.  As a famous animated monkey once said, 'It Is Time.' (Little reference for my Dad there)

PB's will tumble!
So at long last March has arrived and now the events come thick and fast.  The Winter months saw (as I'm hoping you've already read) some hard training and really getting that base fitness up.  Now its time for me to put all that training into practice and hit the ground running as they say.

The running continues to improve and I'm now running further and faster than ever before.  I'd set myself a target of a 22 min 5 km at the start of the year and by the end of February I had got it down to 23.11!! My 10 km time was tumbling to down to 53 mins and I took 6 mins of my 12 mile TT time, down to 30 mins!! It was all starting to come together in practice and now I'm fully excited and nervous to get into it!

My first event of 2015 (and 3rd overall) is the Longleat Half Marathon.  Now, up until very very recently I'd only ever ran 8 miles.  Over the last few weeks of Winter training I built the long runs up and got as far as 9.6 miles.  Which I was pleased with but I knew I had to run further.

So a week ago on Sunday I took the plunge and attempted my first ever 13 mile run.  I had looked at the figures from all my previous long runs and set myself the target of sub 2 hours.

Stonehenge gets regular visits now!
It all started incredibly well, Id planned a route and knew where I could make time and where I would lose time.  The first 5 miles went without any trouble, as I expected.  In fact it was all very uneventful up until mile 11.  By this time I had already ran 1.4 miles more than ever before and things felt good, pace was good and i was set to bust 2 hours.  Then it happened, I'm not sure what it was but it happened.  My legs just died! It was like someone had removed all the muscle from my legs! No warning, no explanation, just nothing.  I can honestly say the last 1.5 mile of that run was the worst 1.5 miles of my running life!!  I dragged my sorry legs back home in a time of 2.02.34!

Three things struck me!

One - I was absolutely gutted that id missed the 2 hour marker by a mere 2 minutes!

Two - 'Wait a minute,' I thought, 'I've just ran 13 miles!'

Three - That 2 hour barrier is getting smashed in Longleat.

So I was both happy and raging at the same time!

But now the run was under my belt and it was the last part of my Winter training.  Now was the time to concentrate on getting ready for the start of the season!

Obviously I will be blogging on all my races so I'm going to keep this one short.
Id just like to give a big thank you to everyone who has supported me over the last few months and hopefully more so during the season.

Firstly John-Paul at who's brilliant new triathlon invention will see the end of fighting through a bag or an old perspex box to find what you need prior to a race or during transition.  Go take a look!! Trust me!

Also a big thank you to for their continued support and quality nutrition post and during training so far.  I hope to carry your support into the season too.
Lastly I cannot do a thank you section without thanking my wife Georgie.  She has been so understanding and supportive over the last few months and has really provided me with that extra get up and go.  Without her being onside and being so supportive I would not have got to where I am today - so thank you! I love you!

Don't forget that this is a Charity Challenge and I still need all of you to continue donating, sharing and supporting me on this journey.  So far I have raised an incredible £770! That's all thanks to you and your incredible generosity!  But please don't stop there. Share this until the end of time, text in just one more time.  Remember even if its only £1 it all adds up to a massive final total.

So text KOMS99 followed by your donation (£1 £2 £5 £10 etc) to 70070 it all goes into the pot and towards my final target of £2000!  Also you can visit to donate too.

Thanks again for taking some time out to have a read and even more so for taking the time to text in and raising money for such a worthy cause!

Monday, 19 January 2015

Winter Is Coming..........

They say summer bodies are made in winter, I guess its the same for any sport or discipline you do! All the hard work is done in the winter.

I'll never forget the winters of my youth when I was competing in Athletics and how much I hated them!  The coach would come in and explain the 3-4 month packages and I can still feel the heartache of reading the schedule.  Little did I know that these sessions would be so important to the season ahead.

Beautiful Wiltshire Countryside
I think that the years of athletics and winter training as a youngster prepared me mentally this year for a winter of hard work.  Knowing that if i put the effort in now then the season should be easier.

So, my last event of 2014 was the 80 Mile Evans Ride It, which led to me taking
a week off afterwards as it was the hardest thing Ive ever done on a bike! Winter training began on 3 Nov, I had already decided that due to the first event of 2015 being the Longleat Half Marathon I was going to focus on running up to Christmas.  My first run was a 'steady' 40 min run in which I covered 4.25 miles.  Benchmark set! Winter Training had begun.

The weather had been kind, nothing like last year.   It was mostly dry and not particularly cold either.  Nice weather to be running in.  Running the same time the next day I covered exactly the same distance.  At least I was being consistent!

Just before Winter training began I had joined the local triathlon club, Stonehenge Triathlon and Road Racing Club.  I thought that being part of a club/team would push me harder.  The club had organised a swim session at the local pool every Thursday night.  So I went along.  Now I'm a fairly strong swimmer, doing a lot again as a kid.  I can swim the breaststroke faster than some can swim freestyle, however I needed to be able to improve my freestyle in preparation for the triathlons.

It went well, properly structured drills and training! Loved it! Needed it!  I knew joining the club was a good idea!

The running continued on to the end of the week with some Fartlek training and hill reps.  Covering just over 3 miles on each session I was starting to feel good and getting to grips with it all.

On the following Monday I decided to set another benchmark, 5km time.  This would be important as the triathlons I'm taking part in are all 5km runs. I laced up and headed out!  Now a year ago I couldn't walk 5km let alone run it so this was my marker for the winter.  28.34mins later the run was done.  I'd set a PB and was pleased as could be that it was under 30mins.  With an average pace of 8.54mins i had something to work with now.

I was pleased with that and knew that I was ready now to really push hard over winter and get faster and fitter.

Over the next few weeks I just got on with it, laced up and went out.  Hill Reps, Fartlek, Intervals week in week out.  Getting the miles into my legs and lungs.  Times weren't really in my mind at this time just doing the sessions and seeing how I felt at the end of each one.  To be honest after every session I felt better and better.  Using a foam roller after every third run and stretching after every session really helped my recovery.  I ran my longest run (8 miles) in just over 1hr10mins which I was over the moon with.  Things were really starting to look good running wise.

The swimming continued too although I only managed one more session before the Christmas break but I was getting better there too.  I couldn't believe how well things were going!

I had a couple of bouts of cold over the Christmas period which stopped the runs for a few days but they say that recovery is as important as training! This was so so true.

A club ride on Christmas Eve and a 6 mile run on New Years Day were the highlights of the Christmas period having eaten my body weight in Christmas goodies these two sessions were vital.
Christmas Eve Club Ride (I'm in the Sky jersey)

Slogging it out on the Turbo Trainer 

Just after Christmas I treated myself to a turbo trainer, an absolute must for any cyclist/triathlete who, like me, cant always get out on the bike during the day.  Being able to get miles on the bike without risking life and limb on the dark narrow country roads of Wiltshire is amazing!  So far Ive done 4 sessions on the turbo, the first ended after 7 miles following a mechanical issue.  The second session was a 11 mile Time Trial test ride, the third another 10 mile sprint and just last week a 20 mile session.  Now nobody told me exactly how much pain 20 miles on a turbo trainer causes so let me tell you a secret, I couldn't walk! No joke! I had to lay on the floor in the living room for 20 minutes even then I had to physically drag myself upstairs for a shower.  5 days off!!! Not able to train for 5 days as my upper hamstrings were ruined (and I had another cold)!  But it will all be worth it they say!

Prior to all the dramas with the turbo and my legs I ran another 5km test run.  Id done a couple of runs before the test but nothing to strenuous. So after work on a Tuesday evening i got the trainers on and went all out to set a new 5km time.  I set out fast and managed to stay on pace for a good 3km.  The last 2km was really tough though.  Two sharp hills, one short and steep, one long and steeper! However I kept the legs going on and on and on, I got to the end and my Garmin bleeped to tell me the run was done!  Time??? 24.33mins!! Id done it in fact Id smashed it 4 minutes off! I was delighted. 4 MINUTES! 2 years ago my 5km run was just over 40 minutes now I was blasting a 24 min run! I am living proof that the fat lad can become the fit lad.  With a little bit of determination, a lot of dedication and bucket loads of hard work any one can become better!
Shiny new shoes to break some PB's

Over the weeks the times kept dropping.  I had a 40min route that I used as a 4.2 mile run as my steady state run!  Last week the same route became a 36 min run and just tonight the same route again became a 33 min route.  If you keep at it the times drop!

Winter training continues and next month sees the start of the gym phase.  Strength building the legs and the core to help in the pool and the bike.  So the schedule is only getting busy in the run up to March.
The continued support of High 5 Sports Nutrition who's energy gels, hydration tabs and recovery drinks have been vital to the ongoing success of training (thanks Jodie).
Also a massive thanks to Bulk Powders for their continued support and expert advice from Simon.  There supplements have been an integral part of the training package and the nutritional part of the training.

Also I would like to mention a new member of the support family, TriathlonBox! I was contacted by John-Paul who is the inventor and creator of an amazing bit of kit that all triathletes need to get involved with.  A structured system that makes all transition phases easier and more efficient due to the lay out of the box! I'm looking forward to working with John-Paul in the future.  Please would you all take a minute to visit and follow John-Paul on Twitter @Triathlonbox
As the New Year is well and truly in full swing now I've set a few goals.

1) A 22 minute 5km.
2) A 45 minute 10km.
3) Finish my first triathlon!
4) Finish the Durrington Triathlon in less than 1hr20mins.
5) Complete the New Forest 100 in sub 6 hours

A new Tri-Suit to smash some PB's in
and finally - Enjoy Myself!

I suppose you all know by now why I'm doing all of this to myself, yes for personal pride and goals but mostly to raise awareness and as much money as possible for the MS Society.  So if you would all take another minute out of your day to visit to donate.

Or you can text KOMS99 plus your donation to 70070.  Even if its only £1 it means a lot and will go a long way to making my target. If everyone who has viewed my blog to date had donated just £1 then i would already be over half way to my target.
So please I know its January and its the hardest month of the year but it is only £1.
Text KOMS99 £1 to 70070!

Thanks for having a read and thanks in advance for your donations!

Keep your eyes out for the next blog which will be before the Longleat Half.

Thanks again


Garmin Connect