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Training for the Devises to We...

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     Last year in about April I decided that I needed a new challenge for 2012.  I decided along with a friend Kevin O’Callaghan that this year we would attempt to complete the Devises to Westminister International canoe challenge( http://www.dwrace.org.uk/ ).  I short it is a 125 mile race along the Devises canal and along the Thames to Westminister with something like 70 portages thrown in for fun.  It is all done in a K2, a very thin and long kayak designed for flat water racing however speed comes with a compromise on stability.  


      The first attempts to get the K2 moving involved a lot of laughing from the support crew on the shore and even more helpful advice.  However we have improved a lot recently, thank god, and are now going out for 3 hour spins at a time which at times I thought would never happen.  One of the hardest things I found was figuring out how to train for a race that is going to last over 20 hours and go non stop.  It means you have to train at all times of the day and night and be as comfortable in the middle of the night as the middle of the day. 

 

     My training schedule is now in the heavy stage and I am out almost every night in a Kayak and the other nights I am in the Gym or out doing Pilates. My training regime is:
Monday-  Gym to work on lower body as this is a vital part with all the portages
 

Tuesday/ Wednesday / Thursday – Interval training in the Kayak (Pilates also on Wednesday)
 

Friday – Either a rest or if feeling good then a run or cycle
 

Saturday/ Sunday – 2/3 hour paddle to work on long distance paddling and style
 

     So it all leads to a lot of training and a pretty quiet social life as the body needs a lot of rest to enable it to keep going like this.  The plus side is that the race finishes in WEstminister in London so I am looking forward to blowing of a bit of steam , if I can still walk after that long sitting down.  If you are interested and want to join in the fun here is a sneak preview of what to expect. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y_LfzBEQ8Hg&feature=related


     I know it looks bad but this last year I have gone from a very basic Kayaker to a stage where I can proficiently sit in a K- boat and I have seen some beautiful places and wildlife where previously I would have driven passed and not even slowed down.  So get out there try something different and who knows where a new skill can take you.  I feel that for me personally to move forward and to keep growing I need to embrace change and try to get out of my comfort zone as often as I can force myself to.

I will keep you updated on how I'm getting on!

Fuel for the road

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My favourite food for long endurance races is home made brown bread with much honey and butter and home made biscuits with whatever I have to hand.  The latter seem to have gone down well with Gerry Duffy (our roving ambassador for Gaelforce Events in 2012) and his guide, Shane Young when they recently completed the Gaelforce West route on a cold but not too wet, Friday morning in February.  So if you are wondering what fuel to put into your body – try this recipe in pounds and ounces (the quantities are large as necessitates a big household but they can be frozen very easily).

 
Flap jack biscuits:
 
1 lb butter
1lb porridge oats (or can use other similar grains from the health food shop)
½ lb dark brown sugar
½ lb golden syrup
12 ozs cooking chocolate 
 
3/4 lb of a mixture of any of the following that you have to hand – sultanas, nuts, diced apricot, coconut, sesame seeds. (If you want to cheat, then use 1 ¾ lbs of a ready made muesli such as Liberforce Muesli that will give you the oats and the mixture all in one!)
14 ozs plain flour
 
Method:
 
Melt the butter, chocolate, sugar and syrup over a low heat.  Mix in the oats and fruit etc.  Lastly mix in the flour.  Press into a large baking tin (approx 10 x 16 ins) and press down firmly.  Bake in the oven mark 3-4 for approximately  50 mins.  By then the outside of the biscuits should be beginning to brown whilst the inside won’t be, but they are ready.  If you leave them in until they are brown all over you will find the outside ones are very hard and not so nice to eat.  Cut into small squares 5 mins after you take them out of the oven and then leave to cool before you attempt to remove them from the tin.  
 
Happy eating! by Mary Young
 

Keeping your body going

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 Pilates is a superb adjunct to any training routine and while it will not improve cardiovascular fitness or burn inches from your waist it does have many other important benefits. I have been teaching and practicing Pilates now for 7 years and I really am a believer. There is no spiritual side to Pilates but yet I always feel more relaxed and focused afterwards. It is like a very rudimentary form of meditation giving the mind a few tasks to occupy itself with, so that all else that could be crowding in and taking up space is pushed aside for the duration. 

 
So if you have burst into the New Year with a punishing schedule of pounding the roads or pumping iron in the local gym, you might want to add a little variety to your regime to give your body the structure it needs to cope with these, albeit admirable, activities. Pilates to me seems like the right thing to do, the exercises make me think that this is what our bodies were meant to do – not solely but maybe at the original level. If we can achieve a strong core, lengthened muscles, freely moving joints and good balance then all movement, sporting or otherwise has to be better. We will look taller with a better, more natural posture; we will become injured less; we will breathe better; we will move more gracefully and efficiently. A lot to claim maybe, but afterall that is how we were made to be!
 
Joseph Pilates, interned in a camp on the Isle of Man during the First World War, set about making exercise machines from the beds and bed springs to try to rehabilitate those in the camp's infirmary. From a sickly beginning he had trained himself to a high level of fitness to competing in gymnastics, boxing and other sports. During the flu epidemic of 1918 his ward in the infirmary managed to entirely escape the ravages of the disease, presumably protected by their exercise regime. Pilates called his exercises Contrology, control being the main function of the core muscles. 
 
Pilates went on to work with the New York School of Ballet and lived in America for the rest of his life. Evolving science has taught us more about the body than what Joseph Pilates could ever have known so nowadays some of his exercises have been modified to better suit our bodies. His machines are still in use and they still carry the original names of the Reformer and the Cadillac among others.
 
However, Pilates is not for everyone. It requires leaving a lot of what you expect from exercising at the door as you learn a new concept. There is much thinking required in Pilates and almost all movements are performed slowly. As the muscles of the core are very deep, there is not necessarily much sensation of hard work either. This of course does not mean that the exercises are easy – far from it! However for those who like to feel the burn and emerge sweating and red in the face from a workout this might take some getting used to.
 
So as Joseph Pilates said, after 10 sessions of Pilates exercises you will feel different, after 20 sessions you will look different and after 30 sessions you will have a different body. Definitely worth a try I think!
 

Coming home to a Recession.

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I came home to Ireland last March 2011, after living away for eight years. I left in 2003 for New Zealand, mainly because I wanted to travel and New Zealand had always been one of the top 5 places that I wanted to live. Nearly 3 years later I moved from there to Sydney. Like New Zealand, I found it fairly easy to get work and build a good lifestyle. Hot, sunny weather helps, and it never takes long to get used to good things! I'm now 35, home, starting from scratch - trying to learn about and develop a new career, build a new social network and find that sense of belonging, which, I have to admit, is still proving pretty elusive. I loved my time away, but despite the recession and all the warnings not to come back, I haven't for one second regretted the decision to come home.

 
 There was no huge catalyst around making the choice to come back. Life had just started to speed up and I realised that I didn't want to spend the rest of my life in Australia. Sitting at the beach in the sunshine, the recession seemed awfully far away. People told me I had no idea what I was facing and that I would quickly regret giving up what I had in Sydney. One friend asked, half seriously, whether I was determind to move back to Ireland just because everyone told me I couldn't. (I'm still not sure whether that didn't play a little part in it.)
 
Its now been nine months since I arrived home. In lots of ways my friends were right. I had no real idea of how bad things were economically, and found the stories of so many people in financial distress frightening. It was strange, while basking in the novelty of being home and being welcomed by family, hearing radio and TV programmes advising on how best to leave again. Advice on how to apply for working visas abroad, and phone in's from those who were out there, finding their feet in a new country – some for the first time and many not through choice – were everywhere. It was unsettling to listen to. It was also a bit like walking into a room ready for a party only to find everyone else is not in the mood and heading somewhere else.  
 
I was very lucky to find work within a month of coming home, helping organise peoples holidays exploring the best that the west coast of Ireland has to offer. (Yes, I landed on my feet! See www.connemaraadventuretours.com) It's funny the things you find yourself appreciating. I can speak at a normal pace again and not worry about slowing down so that people can understand me. I like how Irish people are always up for a debate over anything, and keep you on your toes with quick wit and a great sense of humour, even in tough times. I like walking into the local and have everyone know your name, but mostly I like just having a local again!  Being around family and old friends is great. Being able to call up my sister and hang out for a weekend, spending time with my brothers again, or arriving home to my parents house unexpectedly, knowing that there will be some dinner kept in case one of us pops in, is a fantastic luxury. I'd forgotten what it was like to have support, be understood (often better than you understand yourself) have people to ring up and ask advice from and not have to struggle to make things work in unfamiliar territory on your own all the time. It takes time to settle in and there are alot of the same challenges to face as you would settling in anywhere, and some bigger ones, particularly in Ireland right now, but it's still early days. 
 
Catching up with friends who were home from various countries for short visits over Christmas I was glad to find that that I didn't envy them flying away again. It can be tough not feeling completely on solid ground yet ... but someone told me that it takes 18 months to really feel at home after a big move, so hopefully I'm halfway there!  
 

How to prevent cramping?

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One of the most common questions I get asked are about cramps and how to deal with them during a race.  It is something that affects us all and is actually quite de-habilitating as those of you who have experienced it know.  My worst experience of it while adventure racing happened on day 2 of the Gaelforce 12 challenge in 2004, this was a 3 day race that was organised to coincide with the other route of the traditional Gaelforce.  One of the civil defence saw one of our team mates really suffering with cramp and what he did was pour a tablespoon of salt into a water bottle with about 10ml of water  and get him to knock it back, Crude but effective.  Within 20 minutes the erstwhile teammate was back on his feet and running again

 

 

Since then I have tried a lot of different things but I have found that prevention is the best way of stopping it.  I will always have a sugary/glucose based drink before a race to get myself going.  After this my personal tool of choice is nuun tablets(http://www.nuun.com/).  They are small, you can change over from water during a race, as they are so easy to carry and they actually taste half decent compared to a lot of gels.  I find one or maybe two of these tablets during a race will keep you hydrated and also keep the salt and glucose levels high enough.  
 
A cheaper option is to make you own electrolyte drink, this can be done by making a very strong orange or blackcurrant mix about ¼ in your drinking bottle and then adding a couple of teaspoons of salt.  It provides the same as the expensive hydration drinks without the high price. 
 
So in closing keep hydrated before and during the race and make sure to get some salt in during the race to keep you going.  Also as with everything else it is very important that you try these out during training do that you aren’t shocking your body during the race.
 
Good luck
 
Shane 
 

Free things to do in Westport

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 ...what else to do in the Westport area

 
Either you're heading to Westport for a holiday or like you reside in the area and wonder how to entertain your visitors. On the web you'll google out that there are numerous businesses in the area of Connemara and Mayo coast providing vast selection of recreational services from less adventurous activities like golf or fly-fishing to extreme adrenaline activities like bungee jumping or surfing. Though even with the VAT reduction in the tourism sector it's not easy in these times of economic hardship to entertain your family or friends by paying someone else for the service.
 
For those who like to DIY their own leisure time I have few tips I haven't found promoted in any tourist guidelines:
 
1. Seal watching
Where: at Roonagh pier, Louisburgh.
Are you heading to Clare Island and arrived too early for your ferry? Then take a walk south abouth 500m and don't be deceived by the horrible smell lingering around the pier area. You're gonna find the collony of Grey Seals swimming around the little bay or relaxing on tidal boulders. With little effort of hoping from rock to rock you may get yourselves to the proximity of few metres from these interesting animals. Unless there is a heavy swell and gale force winds you will spot at least 10 of them (guaranteed).
Hazzards: be careful on the slippery rocks.
Nice to have: binoculars
 
2. Coasteering.
Where: north from above mentioned Roonagh Pier or Old Head beach.
Need to have: full wetsuit, runners you don't mind to get wet.
Set your group off to explore secrets of the numerous caves along the coast line. There you're gonna  come accross immense caves and up to 30m high cliffs. Caves lead sometimes 100m inside the ground, branching, curving in different angles and are connected with each other by underwater passages. Fairly thrilling to float in this murky environment where tidal flow funneling through narrow spaces lifts you up and down as on a rollercoaster.
There are few spots where cliff jumping is fairly safe though use a common sense and don't jump higher then from 5m and 'pencil drops' and 'cannon balls' only.
For those who are into rock-climbing a deep water soloing is an option.
Hazzards: falling off heights, drowning, hypothermia
Nice to have: watersports helmet and buoyancy aid. Waterproof head-torch.
 
Please feel free to contribute to this blog with information about other places where to conduct above mentioned activities within a 'daytrip' around Westport. Also more ideas what to do or your own experience from holidays around here are welcome.

Racing into your 50's

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Gaelforce West Adventure Race for the 50’s!

By Mary Young

 
Think your best days of competing are past you – think again.  Many people may pass you out but there is life in the old dog yet – even pushing 50 there are still lots of people who can only follow in your wake.  In the longer adventure races, a large part of the challenge is in our heads and that is where we come into our own.  Our heads are so full of data (both useful & otherwise) collected over the years, that the chance to get away from it all and just shoot the breeze,  is a welcome distraction!  
 
To do nothing but concentrate on doing something physical for 5 or 6 hours (or 7 hours 2 mins in my case) is the perfect answer to days spent sitting in the office.  Yes there is a little pain to go through in getting together a reasonable level of fitness but not nearly as much as you might think.  I was out for a maximum of one hour, two or three times a week and managed to compete in the first GFW so… if you are thinking can I do it – the answer is …..Yes I Can!
 
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In a farming town where a man heading to mass on a Sunday in his tractor with his collie dog running alongside it is not an unusual sight, five of the Killary Adventure Co. crew have chosen to make their home and have managed to add a somewhat exotic flavour to the local mix!

 

There is me, Barbara, part of the office staff at Killary, living in Louisburgh for 11 years now and originally from Dundalk (ok not so exotic). Running Pilates courses (now that’s a little more exotic) for the past 5 years to a mixture of farmers’ wives, local GAA players and nifty 70 year olds has taught me that there is a whole community of people here who are happy to try new things and who constantly surprise me in doing so!

 

Then there is Karolina, one of Killary’s senior instructors, all the way from Posnan in Poland (destination of Irish soccer fans next year), who can often be seen surfing the waves on Carrowniskey beach. Karolina is married to Peter, the Killary activity manager, who hails from Brno in the Czech Republic and yet knows more about Irish politics, history and economic conditions than the average Irish person could ever hope to know. He too can be seen at Carrowniskey on a windy day dabbling in some kite-surfing!

 

Lorna Sheridan from Edenderry in Co Offaly and another of Killary’s senior instructors is married to Chilean Gabriel Rodriguez, which might explain her recent interest in Zumba dancing. Far from that she was raised! Herself and Karolina are also intrepid rockclimbers who spend their days off discovering the local climbs of which Louisburgh boasts quite a few (who knew??).  Gabriel Rodriguez is from Conception in the south of Chile and is a fly-fishing guide and rafting instructor by trade (how cool is that!) and can often be found staring into the Bunowen river checking out the local offerings or kayaking at speed down rapids on the Bundorragha river in the Delphi valley.

 

So next time you drive through a small sleepy town in the west of Ireland and think to yourself “what a boring little place this must be to live in, sure what would you do here??” remember that underneath the surface could be a wealth of nationalities, interests, hobbies and activities, they just might be less obvious. And of course if you see a man in wellies and a peak cap getting down from his tractor outside the church on a Sunday morning…well that is just the other side of life! 

A Race Report from an average ...

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Mona Purcell - A middle of the road adventure racer

 

I noticed on our blogs all our race reports whilst brilliant and informative were all from elites. So I felt I had to ammend the situation and write my own race report.


I am a middle of the road competitior with an unfortunate competitive streak. This means on race day no matter how many times I brief myself just to relax and enjoy the day I go at it like there is a demon at my heels and fall over the finish line not in the best of conditions!


As a single working mother of a 3 year old, I am never going to get to this imaginary fitness level I strive for. I juggle quite a few things in life and training is just another ball in the air. However it is always there and no matter what the weather or what is going on in my life I will always try and get a minimum of 3 hours in a week.


Clearly this is not enough to be anywhere near competitive but its enough that when I pick a race I can up the training for a couple of months coming up to it and hopefully finish somewhere in the middle of the pack.


I completed Gaelforce West in 2009. Unfortunately it was a reccie to take over organising the race and so that was the last time I could do it as it has now become the busiest working day of the year for me as I now watch all you guys fall over the finish line. I still do adventure races but I can only enter our competitors’ races but that is always fun for lots of reasons!

 

Gaelforce West Race Report from an average racer
I was up early after a very fitful night of sleep. Drinking half a bottle of merlot before bed probably wasn’t in the runners nutrition guidebook.


Living in Westport at the time I could not believe the buzz around the town at 6.30am, it opened my sleepy eyes very quickly and suddenly I was bounding on to the bus. The bus was filled with men all sitting with a space beside them. I was like a kid in a candy shop! Of course in my panic I picked the only married guy on the bus but he was great fun and the hour journey passed in what seemed like minutes.


The day was beautiful and Glassluin beach, always stunning was putting on a star performance. The sun was still only rising in the sky and the horizontal light gave an added ethereal beauty to the morning and indeed the competitors.


After a quick toilet stop it was time to line up with the other 250 competitors on my wave. The atmosphere was electric. My adrenalin was pumping and I could see everyone around me felt the same way.


The starter went and we were off!
I am always a slow starter and I try not to get alarmed as it seems as if the whole race passes me by. I am 41 and my body does not take kindly to go from standstill to sprint no matter how many stretches I do. So I tried to ignore everyone around me, keep the head down and pace myself. In 2009 the race still went over Salruck pass. With a very steep ascent thankfully it gave my a chance to overtake a lot of the fast starters which was a great boost.


I suppose around 1,000 competitors had already descended the other side and so it was like a massive 500m mudslide. I took it very slow and watched with increasing alarm as men and woman kept loosing their footing around me and flew down on their backsides. Amazingly, only pride seemed to be injured and I gratefully joined the famine trail on the other side in one piece.


Muscles finally warmed up I started to increase the pace and made use of my 15 years of running around Connemara bogs and made light of the uneven muddy, rocky surface. I was actually starting to enjoy myself, I even managed to enjoy the stunning scenery, relishing in the precarious position of the famine trail, perched 300 ft straight up from the sea.


Then we came around the last corner and I could see the Killary Adventure water site where I knew we were starting our Kayak phase. Easy, I was not tired and could see the end of the 14km run ahead.
Then something happened, I kept running on the road but it did not seem to get any closer, it was like a conveyer belt but going backwards. You would think that being from the area I would know exactly how far away it was but no I had completely misjudged it and my legs started to turn to led, the wind was pushing me backwards and I felt like it would never end. I found the biggest man I could see and unbeknownst to him I tucked in behind him and used him as a wind buffer.
I nearly crawled the last kilometre. Blisters had come up on both feet, I was exhausted and I was only close to finishing the very first section of a long day.


I got a great cheer when I arrived at the watersite (handy when you work with all the marshals) and I collapsed on the ground, completely delighted there was a timeout. Runners off, Compeed plaster on (no, myself nor Gaelforce are sponsored by Compeed but I have to say they are a modern medical masterpiece) and I craftily looked around for someone who had the look of a kayaker so I could then pop up and say I needed a partner, yes I am dreadfully competitive.


My judgement paid off and me, and Thomas from Carlow flew across the Killary in no time, and with the time out and the smooth kayaking I felt completely ready to go again.
I knew it was only about 3km to the bikes, again 1km over terrible boggy ground, which I loved and then around 2km on a road.


As with all adventure races I do, the fun is about whom you meet on the route. When you are just about to give up and it all seems too daunting it’s amazing what energy and support you will get from fellow competitors. On the way up from the harbour I met David who was doing the entire race with a headcam and camera so he could raise money for the heart foundation. He was also incredibly easy on the eye and I could have followed him anywhere!


I reached my bike in moderately good form and this is where I had strategically planned to re-hydrate. A lot of competitors had started the race with water in their camel backs but I was pretty sure I could manage the first run with no water and I knew I could drink at the water site. It paid off, I did not have the extra weight on my back and I was able to have a long drink at the bike transition, fill my camel back (a lot easier to take the extra weight cycling) and I also had 2 cartons of Ribeena strapped to my cross bar)


I am not a fan of gels or energy drinks. However it is ESSENTIAL in all races that you have worked out your energy intake for the duration. I am a little odd (in more ways then one) and I actually take a supply of “real food”. Homemade brown bread with loads of nuts and seed through it with butter and honey works well for me. More traditional “real food” would be bananas and fig rolls.


However there is endless discussions, articles, books etc on this subject. My own theory is to keep really well hydrated with water and liquid with calories (either energy drink or in my case Ribenna) and then if you are able to eat, something that you find very easy to digest. If you can stomach gels, then this is obviously the most practical solution, otherwise experiment during training sessions.
This of course all relates to how hard you want to push yourself. I have 2 friends who pottered around the course in 12 hours with a flask of tea and ham sandwiches and sat down to have little mini picnics! (Unfortunately for my friends there is a course cut of time on most races now)


So I did not let myself stop for longer than necessary at the bike transition, and headed off up the Delphi valley, next stop Croagh Patrick. Actually next stop near  the top of Drummin Hill, where the burn in my calves overtook my brains need to keep going. Thankfully I was not the only one to resort to pushing, the hill was soul destroying. We all muttered and grumbled to each other as we tried to keep the pace up whilst pushing our bikes to the top.
I caught up with my handsome photographer and tried not to pass him out but needs must and my competitive spirit takes no prisoners.


The cycle was the section I most dreaded. I blame my mother for making me cycle to school rain, hail or snow in a drafty gabardine, school skirt and knee socks. I have since had an unreasonable dislike for motion on two wheels; I will run or drive but nothing in between.


However cycling is of course a necessary evil for any adventure racer and so I duly did my training through gritted teeth and mind curdling boredom.
But as is often the way in life, the cycle section was my best part. I flew it. Passed out many competitors on my wave( we were all wearing coloured bracelets that year). Eventually though Ribeena was drunk, bananas eaten and Croagh Patrick still looked like a pointy hat on the horizon. I had just turned left off the N59 approx 8km to go and I just couldn't be bothered. I was fed up and wanted to finish. Then just when all seemed lost, a man flew past me with big brown bunny ears flapping in the wind. That was it; I was like Alice and her white rabbit. Follow that rabbit.


He was flying down the hills but stalling going up, so for the next 8 km we continually passed each other out until the base of the mountain loomed out of the now misty drizzle.
And that was it. Everyone says they have a nadir on race day - The wall on marathons etc. Croagh Patrick was mine. I lived in Westport at the time and had done nearly all my training on Croagh Patrick. I was able to go up and down from the Mayo mountain rescue base in just over an hour. I was actually looking forward to it the most on race day as it had become like my backyard I was so comfortable with it.


But as I found a spot for my bike and looked up to the summit through the mist, my heart sank like lead and I just slowly shook my head in disbelief. I was wrecked, ruined, exhausted (a bit teary even). I COULD NOT climb that mountain. Really are you insane, I need to go home to bed and rest my aching limbs. Thanks I'm off now.


However I am not a quitter. I do not say this as a boast, there are plenty of times in life when one should just walk away but of course this was not one of them.
I had lost my white/brown rabbit man so it was just up to me. I swallowed the rising panic and just told myself to put one foot after the other and so I started my climb. One of the most unfortunate parts of the ascent is been passed by the runners coming off the hill with a look of happiness and relief, mingled with pity for you. (I am not that good at reading emotions; this is just what I felt myself passing the poor cratures on my way down)


The climb went on forever. I was still trying to beat the 6 hour mark so I tried to keep the pace on but it was one of the hardest physical things I have ever had to do. My entire body and mind was screaming at me to stop. I had just given birth 9 months previous to that day (yes in hindsight give yourself a year off ladies) and it did not come close to this torture.


I can say with hand on my heart I have never been so glad to see a church. I cannot say I am a religious person but at that moment the skies were singing.
The moment did not last long and I felt the earth move a little under my feet, time to sit down and force some food and drink into me.

 

I had made good time up so I kept pushing myself. I gave myself less than 5 minutes and took off again down the slopes. I had plenty of practice coming down off the reek so suddenly it all seemed possible again, I tried not too look to smug as I jogged down passed the sorrowful creatures slogging up the hill.
I had not done a reccie on the final Scelp route to Westport as that involved extra cycling, which was always to be avoided. I had it in my head after I reached the summit of CP it was all down hill to the finish line. Eh no. Back into first gear going up impossible hills on the Scelp, so muddy that the back wheel was losing traction and I was on a road to nowhere.


Now I got into a rotten mood, which in retrospect was very helpful. WHO told me it was all down hill to Wesport. WHO had not mentioned the Scelp was like cycling over a riverbed, WHY did no one tell me how scary it is to cycling downhill over rocks and grass. It again seemed to go on forever and I was like a crazy lady cursing and mumbling to myself.


However, the anger propelled me along and with heart in my mouth on final descent (a word of wisdom, get someone to show you how to cycle down hill at speed), before I knew it, my heart was soaring and with a final burst of energy, I was whizzing along the smooth flat surface of the quay road into town. Dodging traffic with grace I pulled up in Westport House, dumped my bike and sprinted over the finish line to a great applause. My 9 month old daughter Kate was at the finish line to give her Mum a big hug, lots of happy tears and best of all 5 hours 54mins. Score!

 

Re starting a running career.

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 There are not many days when I wake up,  look out the window to a beautiful sunny (!) morning and think I would LOVE to go for a run today! Having had my first child 9 months ago I am finding the transition back into exercise very hard.

 

    Once my 4 month post baby ban on exercise was up I went for my first run and promptly injured myself and have spent the last 5 months doing Pilates, exercises, physio and recovering! There are no more excuses left!

 

    For me the transition period between being unfit to fit is the worst part, once I am fit I really enjoy going out for my run and find I run 3-4 times a week. Getting there is a different story! Here are a few things that help me get out for a run on a wet, windy and cold day and make running a more pleasurable experience!

 

    Running is one of the cheapest sports to take up, as we all know this is now more important than ever. You don’t need a gym membership, personal trainer etc all you need is a good pair of running shoes and the great outdoors.

 

   Having the right pair of shoes is really important.  It is important to make sure that the running shoes you buy are suitable for the terrain you will be running on whether it is on the road, trails or up the mountains. There is great info available on the web on which brands are best and a visit to your local running shop is advised.

 

   I find that setting myself a goal is a great way to getting me going. There is no point trying to run 10km on your first day back running, it will hurt and you will probably injure yourself. I should have listened to my own advice 5 months ago! I start off small with a couple of 15min runs for the first week gradually increasing the time and distance as I feel I can. It is also a great idea to enter an event, there are lots out there to suit all levels of fitness from 5km runs to 67km adventure races. This helps with motivation on those inclement weather days!

 

   It is a great idea to put together a play list of your favourite songs for you to run and sing along to! This will help make the time pass quickly and who does not like listening to good music.

 

   I would love to hear what your favourite songs are that you listen to when running/training.

 

Post them below!

 

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