My Triathlon Journey

The gang (minus my Mother and Simon) Hmmmmmm similar to my new American bestie (Justin Lippert) i'm not really sure where to start with this and/or if I really even want to write it down and hit the publish button. The caveat at the start is - there is probably going to be a lot of be sounding ungrateful followed by moaning about how I didn't have the perfect or a good race. I suggest if this will annoy you or P*** you off then stop reading now. Pre race (Thursday - Saturday) I travelled up to Bolton solo on Thursday, I then had friends and family arriving on Friday/Saturday for the big day. Joe Spraggins is probably going to get name checked more than most in this blog but his drive slightly hungover from deepest Kent to Bolton on Saturday highlighted the lengths my close friends were willing to go to. I felt really fresh, relaxed and calm before the race. I was itching to get going and the pre race admin was now 2nd nature which for an IM event is great. M...

So I didn't deliver on a promise - a race report on Leeds. In short - I swam really well (21:39), I cycled very fast (2nd fastest bike split across entire field - 57:06) and I ran really well "technically" a 10km PB (35:51 and 4th fastest in AG). I came out the swim knowing I had swam well, so I told myself GAME  ON. After the first dead turn on the bike I knew I was about 7th and by the end of the 1st lap I was 2nd overall in my wave. I knew I was gaining on first but also knew I wouldn't catch them by the end of the bike. After getting off the bike in 2nd (convinced the chap in front was in the AG below) I told myself I was 1st and I wasn't letting anyone go past me. The run was very very lonely, the 1st km was "slow" uphill and out of Roundhay park, the next 5km was fast, 17:22 to be exact I knew at this point I had to stay strong for 3km as only "elite" runners were really going to put time into me through that 5km. The last 3km ...