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Gus's Rather Modest Training Log................
 
Week 11 - 20th March
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun: Run 11.5m 2:42:00

Week 10 - 13th March
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun:

Week 09 - 6th March
Mon:
Tues:
Wed: Run - 33:00 157bpm
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun:

Week 08 - 27th February
Mon:
Tues:
Wed: Run - 38:19 Z4 Intervals
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat: Bike - turbo 1:07 Z2
Sun:Run - Camp 4 2:17:44 141bpm

Week 08 - 20th February
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri: Run - 42:41 138bpm
Sat: Bike - turbo 1hr Z2
Sun: Run - Camp 3 2:00:04 140bpm


Week 07 - 13th February
Mon: Bike - turbo 30 mins Z2
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs: Run - 41:11 139bpm
Fri:
Sat:
Sun:

Week 06 - 6th February
Mon: Bike - turbo 50 mins Z2 (new!)
Tues:
Wed: Run - Camp 2 1:26:59 138bpm
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat: Run - Camp 2 1:28:26 139bpm
Sun:

Week 05 - 30th January
Mon:
Tues:
Wed: medical test - bike
Thurs: Run - 5.4m 1:13:18 (new LT)
Fri:
Sat: Run - 5.4m approx 1:13 (new LT)
Sun

Week 04 - 23rd January
Mon:
Tues: Bike - turbo 30 mins Z2
Wed: Run - 4.45m 51:30 mins Z2
Thurs: Bike - turbo 30 mins Z2
Fri: Run - 5.4m 1:03:18 Z2
Sat:
Sun

Week 03 - 16th January
Mon:Bike - turbo 30 mins Z2
Tues: Run - 40 mins Z2
Wed: Bike - turbo 30mins Z2
Thurs: Run - 40 mins Z2
Fri: Bike - turbo 30 mins Z2
Sat:
Sun:Run - 4.45m 52 mins Z2

Week 02 - 9th January 2017
Mon: Run - 22 mins
Tues: Bike - turbo 20mins Z2
Wed: Run - 22 mins
Thurs: Bike - turbo 20mins Z2
Fri:
Sat: Run - 22 mins
Sun:

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Week 46 - 14th November 2016
Thurs: Run - 22 mins

Week 45 - 7th November 2016
Thurs: Run - 22 mins

Week 44 - 31st October 2016
Sun: Run - 22 mins

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Week 9 - 23rd February
Mon: Swim - 2000m - 52:30
Tues: Bike - Turbo - Tallac - 01:00
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun:

Week 8 - 16th February
Mon: Bike - Turbo - Warlow - 01:00
Tues: Run - 4.95 miles 0:54:15
Wed:
Thurs: Bike - Turbo - Carillon - 01:00
Fri:
Sat:
Sun:

Week 7 - 9th February
Mon:
Tues: Bike - turbo - Tunnabora - 01:00
Wed: Swim - 2000m - 53m
Thurs: Run - 4.95 miles 1:00:05
Fri: Bike - Turbo - Geiger - 01:00
Sat:
Sun:

Week 6 - 2nd February
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun:

Week 5 - 26th January 2015
Mon:
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Sat:
Sun:

Week 4 - 19th January 2015
Mon:
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Thurs:
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Sun:

Week 3 - 12th January 2015
Mon:
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Sun:

Week 2 - 5th January 2015
Mon:
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Thurs:
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Sun:

Week 48 - 29th December
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
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Sat:
Sun:

Week 47 - 22nd December
Mon:
Tues:
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Sat:
Sun:

Week 47 - 15th December
Mon:
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Week 46 - 8th December
Mon:
Tues:
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Sun:

Week 45 - 1st December
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat: CHALLENGE BAHRAIN
Sun:

Week 44 - 24th November
Mon: Swim - 2000m 0:50:20
Tues: Bike - Turbo - Ericsson 1:00
Wed: Bike - Turbo - Carsson 1:00
Thurs: Run - 4.96m 53:20 151bpm
Fri: Bike - Turbo - Eclipse 1:30
Sat:
Sun:

Week 43 - 17th November
Mon: Bike - Turbo - Goddard 1:00
Tues: Swim - 2000m 0:47:20 (?)
Wed: Bike - Turbo - Monitor 1:00
Thurs:
Fri: Bike - Turbo - Antelope 1:30
Sat:
Sun: Run - 13.2m 2:30:00

Week 43 - 10th November
Mon: Gym - Tread 50m
Tues: Gym - Brick 20/25m
Wed: Gym - Weights
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun:

Week 42 - 3rd November
Mon: Run - 4.95 miles 0:53:05
Tues: Bike - Turbo - FTP Test=69W
Wed: Swim - 2000m 0:51:40
Thurs: Bike - Turbo - Morrison 0:30h
Fri: Bike - Turbo - Mount Field 1:00
Sat:
Sun: Run - 10.02m 01:51:08 (hot/flat)

Week 41 - 27th October
Mon:
Tues:
Wed: Swim - 2000m 0:49:20
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun:

Week 40 - 20th October
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun:

Week 39 - 13th October
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun:

Week 38 - 6th October
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun:

Week 37 - 29th September
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun:

Week 36 - 22nd September
Mon:
Tues: Bike - 2 hill reps
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun: Wasdale Half Ironman

Week 35 - 15th September
Mon:
Tues: Bike - 20.8m 1:16.45
Wed: Run - 8.1m 01:25:25
Thurs: Bike - 27.45m 01:
Fri: Swim - Loch 3 laps
Sat:
Sun:

Week 34 - 8th September
Mon: Swim - Loch 3 laps
Tues: Bike - 20.8m 1:18.07
Wed: Run - 8.1m 01:27:20
Thurs: Bike - 4 hill reps: 32:45
Fri:
Sat: Hill walk
Sun:

Week 33 - 1st September
Mon:
Tues: Bike - 20.8m 1:17.45
Wed: Run - 8.1m 01:37
Thurs: Bike - 4 hill reps: 32:20
Fri:
Sat: Run - 11.5m 02:17:45h
Sun:

Week 32 - 25th August
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun:

Week 31 - 18th August
Mon:
Tues: Bike - 4 hill reps: 34:05
Wed: Run - 4.95 miles 0:51
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun:

Week 30 - 11th August
Mon: Swim - Loch 3 laps
Tues: Bike - 20.8m 1:19.05
Wed:
Thurs: Run - 4.95 miles 0:50:35
Fri:
Sat:
Sun:

Week 29 - 4th August
Mon:
Tues: Bike - 20.8m 1:18.05
Wed: Swim - Loch 3 laps
Thurs: Run - 4.95 miles 0:51:25
Fri:
Sat:
Sun:

Week 28 - 28th July
Mon: Swim - Loch 3 laps
Tues: Bike - 20.8m 1:17.45
Wed: Run - 4.95 miles 0:53:30
Thurs: Bike - 4 hill reps 0:34:05
Fri:
Sat:
Sun: Bike - 27.45m 01:58:55

Week 27 - 21st July
Mon:
Tues: Bike - 20.8m 1:22.00
Wed: Run - 4.95 miles 0:54:00
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun:

Week 26 - 14th July
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat: Run - 11.5m 02:25:45h 155bpm
Sun:

Week 25 - 7th July
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun:

Week 24 - 30th June
Mon: Swim - Loch 3 laps
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun:

Week 23 - 23rd June
Mon:
Tues:
Wed: Run - 1hr
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun:

Week 22 - 16th June
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri: Swim - Loch 3 laps
Sat: Run - 10 miles
Sun:

Week 21 - 9th June
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun:

Week 20 - 2nd June
Mon: Swim - Loch 2 laps 1500m
Tues: Bike - 4 x Hill reps 35:39
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun:

Week 19 - 26th May
Mon: Swim - 2500m 01:05:45
Tues: Run - 4.95 miles 0:51:07 163bpm
Wed: Bike - 4 x Hill reps 35:56
Thurs:
Fri: Bike - 20.8m 1:24.00
Sat: Core - gardening!
Sun:

Week 19 - 19th May
Mon: Swim - Drills
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun:

Week 19 - 12th May
Mon:
Tues: Bike - 20.8m 1:28.13 150bpm
Wed: Swim - 2500m 01:09:10
Thurs: Run - 4.95 miles 0:53:56 158bpm
Fri:
Sat:
Sun:

Week 18 - 5th May
Mon: Swim - 2500m 01:08:10
Tues: Bike - 3 x Hill reps
Wed:
Thurs: Run - 6m approx. 1hr
Fri:
Sat:
Sun: Run - 6m 01:08:37 152bpm

Week 17 - 28th April
Mon:
Tues: Swim - 2000m 0:50:20
Wed: Run - 4.95 miles 0:54:12 151bpm
Thurs: Bike - 20.8m 01:27:24
Fri:
Sat: Core - gardening!
Sun:

Week 16 - 21st April
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun:

Week 15 - 14th April
Mon: Swim - 2000m 0:53:00
Tues: Bike - 20.8m 01:30:22 145bpm
Wed: Run - 4.95 miles 0:56:37 148bpm
Thurs:
Fri: Bike - 20.8m 01:27:58 145bpm
Sat:
Sun:

Week 14 - 7th April
Mon: Swim - 2000m 0:54:00
Tues: Bike - 12 miles 55mins
Wed: Run - 4.92 miles 0:55:39 148bpm
Thurs: Bike - 12 miles 0:53:45 144bpm
Fri:
Sat:
Sun:

Week 13 - 30th March
Mon: Bike - 30 mins turbo (4m Z3)
Tues: Swim - 2000m 0:51:00
Wed: Trans: 25m Bike (6mZ3)+ 15m run
Thurs: Run - 5.08m 0:54:22 150bpm
Fri:
Sat:
Sun: Run - 11.5m 02:20:06h 148bpm

Week 12 - 24th March
Mon: Bike - 45 mins turbo
Tues: Trans: 25m Bike + 15m run
Wed: Swim - CSS Test (400/100-9:38/1:54)
Thurs: Run - 4.42m 00:53:25h 150bpm
Fri: Swim - 2000m 0:51:00h
Sat: Run - 11.5m 02:21:12h 150bpm
Sun:

Week 11 - 17th March
Mon: Swim - 2000m 0:52:00h
Tues: Bike - 40 mins turbo
Wed: Run - 4.42m 00:58:01h
Thurs: Bike - 40 mins turbo
Fri: Swim - 2000m 0:50:30h
Sat:
Sun: Run - 11.5m 02:24:58h 150bpm

Week 10 - 10th March
Mon: Swim - 2000m 0:50:30h
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri: Bike - 35 mins turbo
Sat: Bike - 50 mins turbo
Sun: Run - 11.5 miles 2.5hrs

Week 09 - 3rd March
Mon: Bike - 30 mins turbo
Tues: Run - 4.42m 01:01:00h
Wed: Swim - 2000m 52m
Thurs: Bike - 30 mins turbo
Fri:
Sat: Run - 10 miles 2:08
Sun: Bike - 45 mins turbo

Week 08 - 24th February
Mon: Bike - 30 mins turbo
Tues: Bike - 30 mins turbo
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri: Run - 45 mins tread
Sat:
Sun:

Week 07 - 17th February
Mon: Swim - 1500m 39m
Tues: Bike - 30 mins turbo
Wed:
Thurs: Run - 6 miles
Fri:
Sat: Bike - 50 mins turbo
Sun: Run - 8 miles

Week 06 - 10th February
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun: Run - 2 miles

Week 05 - 3rd February
Mon: Run - 3 miles 35mins
Tues: Bike - 30 mins turbo
Wed: Swim - 1500m 42 mins
Thurs:
Fri: Run - 3 miles
Sat:
Sun:

Week 05 - 27th January
Mon: Run - Tread 45 mins
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs: Gym - tread 15 bike 15
Fri:
Sat: Bike - 45 mins turbo
Sun: Bike - 45 mins turbo

Week 04 - 20th January
Mon: Swim - 1500m 40 mins
Tues: Bike - 30 mins turbo
Wed: Run - 3 miles
Thurs: Bike - 30 mins turbo
Fri: Swim - drills
Sat: Run - 7.5 miles 01:39h
Sun:

Week 03 - 13th January
Mon:
Tues: Bike - 15mins turbo
Wed: Bike - 20 mins turbo
Thurs: Swim - 1500m 40 mins
Fri:
Sat: Run - 6.3 miles 1:22:00
Sun: Bike - 30 mins turbo

Week 02 - 6th January 2014
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs: Run - 3 miles
Fri:
Sat:
Sun: Run - 5 miles

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Week 07 - 11th February 2013
Mon: Run - 3.3m - 35:05
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun:

Week 06 - 4th February 2013
Mon: Run - 3.3m
Tues:
Wed: Run - Tread 20 mins
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun:

Week 05 - 28th January 2013
Mon: Run - 3.3m
Tues: Bike - 20m turbo
Wed: Swim - 1500m
Thurs: Run - 3.3m
Fri: Bike - 30m turbo
Sat:
Sun:

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Week 07 - 13th February 2012
Mon:
Tues:
Wed: Run - 4.4m 00:53:27
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun:


Week 06 - 6th February 2012
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs: Run - 4.4m 00:53:27 (159bpm)
Fri: Swim - 2000m
Sat: Bike - 35m Turbo
Sun: Run - 5.8m


Week 05 - 30th January 2012
Mon: Run - 3.2 miles
Tues:
Wed: Swim - 2000m 0:51:30
Thurs: Run - 4.4m 00:54:11 (157) 656'
Fri:
Sat: Bike - turbo 30m
Sun: Run - 5.8m

Week 04 - 23rd January 2012
Mon:
Tues:
Wed: Swim - 1500m 0:38:40
Thurs: Run - 3.2 miles
Fri:
Sat:
Sun:

Week 03 - 16th January 2012
Mon:
Tues:
Wed: Swim - 1500m 0:38:00
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun:


Another bloody gap of laziness.....
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Week 48 - 28th November 2011
Mon: Swim - 1500m 0:39:00
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs: Bike - Turbo 30m
Fri:
Sat: Bike - Turbo 40m
Sun:

Week 47 - 28th November 2011
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun: Run - 6m 01:13:00


Week - 12th September
Mon:
Tues: Run - 10.6km 01:38:28 (157bpm) 1440'
Wed:
Thurs:Run - 10.6km 01:33:15 (155bpm) 1440'
Fri:
Sat:
Sun: Run - 10.6km 01:28:11 (158bpm) 1440'

Week - 5th September
Mon:
Tues:
Wed: Run - 6.9km 00:57:42 (740ft)
Thurs:
Fri: Run - 6.9km 00:54:03 (740ft)
Sat:
Sun: Run - 10.6km 01:43:24 (155bpm) 1440'

Week - 29th August
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat: Run - 10km 01:14:22
Sun:


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Week - 30th May
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun: Run - 13km 01:23:02

Week - 14th February
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun: Hash

Week - 7th February
Mon:
Tues: Swim - 1500m 39:38m
Wed:
Thurs: Bike - Turbo 30m
Fri:
Sat: Bike - Turbo 45m
Sun: Hash

Week - 31st January
Mon:
Tues:
Wed: Bike - Turbo 30m
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun: Hash

Week - 24th January
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri: Swim - 1500m 39m
Sat:
Sun: Hash

Week 51 - 20th December
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun: Run - 10km 59m


Hash every Sunday

Week 42 - 25th October
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun: Hash

Week 42 - 18th October
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun: Hash House Harriers


Week 42 - 11th October
Mon:
Tues: Run - 36mins FFS
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat: Run 10.5m 01:47:36 (156bpm) 840'
Sun: Hash House Harriers

Week 41 - 4th October
Mon: Swim - 1500m 0:38:18
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun:

Week 40 - 27th September
Mon:
Tues: Run - 27mins FFS
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat: Run - 25mins FFS
Sun:

Week 39 - 20th September
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat: Run - 25mins FFS
Sun: Bike - 19.4m 01:16:20

Week 38 - 13th September
Mon: Loch Swim - 2 laps
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun: Run - 20mins FFS

Week 37 - 6th September
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat: Run - 20mins FFS
Sun: Bike - 38.5miles 02:20:00

Week 36 - 30th August
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat: Run 10.5m 01:42:33 (157bpm) 840'
Sun:

Week 35 - 23rd August
Mon: Swim - Loch 2 laps
Tues: Run - 45 mins Hill
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat: Run 13km 01:21:02(154bpm) 700'
Sun: Bike - 19.4m 01:18:30

Week 34 - 16th August
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat: Run 13km 01:21:54(150bpm) 700'
Sun: Bike - 5 miles

Week 33 - 9th August
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun:

Week 32 - 2nd August
Mon: Swim - Loch 1.5 laps
Tues: Run - 3 miles
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri: 30 mins bike
Sat: THE NORSEMAN!
Sun:

Week 31 - 26th July
Mon: Swim - Loch 5 laps
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs: Bike - 19.4m 01:16:15
Fri:
Sat: Run - 13km
Sun: Bike - 20 miles

Week 30 - 19th July
Mon: Swim - Loch 4 laps
Tues: Run - xxm 0:40:10
Wed: Bike - 41 miles 03:00hrs
Thurs: Bike - 19.4m 01:13:34
Fri:
Sat: Run - 14.8 miles 02:25:07 (149bpm)
Sun: Bike - 44.3m 2:59:30 3940'

Week 29 - 12th July
Mon: Swim - Loch 4 laps
Tues: Run 13km 01:13:46(157bpm) 700'
Wed: Bike - 41 miles 03:08hrs
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat: Run - 14.7m 02:16:48 (154bpm)
Sun: Bike - 44.3m 3:15:15 3940'

Week 28 - 5th July
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun: Bike - 30m 01:27 hrs

Week 27 - 28th June
Mon: Swim - Loch 4 laps
Tues: Bike - 19.4m 01:11:15
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun: Run - 10km 00:58:18 (157bpm)

Week 26 - 21st June
Mon: Swim - Loch 4 laps
Tues:
Wed: Bike - 19.4m 01:14:15
Thurs: Bike - 19.4m 01:14:08
Fri: Swim 2000m 50mins
Sat: Run - 12m 01:53:20
Sun: Bike - 44.3m 3:02:28 3940'

Week 25 - 14th June
Mon:
Tues: Run 13km 01:08:09(163bpm) 700'
Wed:
Thurs: Bike - 19.4m 01:15:00
Fri: Swim - 3000m 01:17:59
Sat: Run - 10.9m 01:40:38 (154bpm)
Sun: Bike - 44.3m 3:08:18 3940'

Week 24 - 7th June
Mon:
Tues: Run - 6.6m 0:58:03 (158bpm)
Wed:
Thurs: Bike - 19.4m 01:14:08
Fri:
Sat: 3500m swim/57m bike/11m run
Sun:

Week 23 - 31st May
Mon: Swim - Loch
Tues:
Wed: Bike - 45m Run - 21m
Thurs: Bike - 44.3m 3:10? 3620'
Fri:
Sat:
Sun:

Week 22 - 24th May
Mon: Swim - Drills
Tues: Run - 6.6m 0:57:40 (155bpm)
Wed: Bike - turbo 30mins
Thurs: Bike - 19.4m 01:13
Fri:
Sat:
Sun:

Week 21 - 17th May
Mon: Swim - Loch o/w
Tues: Run - 6.6m 0:56:28h
Wed: Bike - 45m Run - 21m
Thurs: Bike - 19.4m 01:18?
Fri: Swim - 3000m 01:16:31hrs
Sat: Run-15.4m 2:36:26 (153bpm) 1140'
Sun: Bike - 44.3m 3:10:10 3620'

Week 20 - 10th May
Mon: Swim - 2500m 1:04:00
Tues: Bike - 40m Run - 21m
Wed:
Thurs: Bike - Turbo 1hr
Fri: Swim - 300/(25->175->25m)/300
Sat: Run 10.5m 01:38:55 (152bpm) 840'
Sun: Bike - 43 miles 03:38hrs

Week 19 - 3rd May
Mon:
Tues: Run - Tread 45m Z2 (5/4/3/2/1 Z4)
Wed: Bike - 30m Run - 21m
Thurs: Bike - Turbo 1hr
Fri:
Sat: Run 10.5m 01:52:06 (145bpm) 840'
Sun: Bike - Turbo 2hrs (Grossglockner)

Week 18 - 26th April
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat: Run 10.5 miles 01:37:30
Sun: Bike - Turbo 2hrs

Week 17 - 19th April
Mon: Swim - 400/400drill/7x100/200
Tues: Run - 4.8m 0:42:04 (159bpm) 400'
Wed: Bike - 40m Run - 15m (gym)
Thurs: Bike - Turbo 45 mins
Fri: Swim - 2500m 1:06:00(?)
Sat: Run 13km 01:15:18(155bpm) 700'
Sun:

Week 16 - 12th April
Mon: Swim - 2500m 1:04:36
Tues: Run - 4.8m 0:41:00 400'
Wed:
Thurs: Bike - Turbo 1hr (spd pyramid)
Fri:
Sat:
Sun: Bike - Turbo 2:12:00 (Mt Ventoux)

Week 15 - 5th April
Mon: Swim - 2500m 1:01:36
Tues: Run - 45m Tread (5,4,3,2 Z4)
Wed: Bike - Turbo 30m Run - 15m
Thurs: Bike - Turbo 45m
Fri:
Sat: Run 13km 01:18:56(152bpm) 700'
Sun: Bike - Turbo 01:48m (Grossglock)

Week 14 - 29th March
Mon: Bike - Turbo 45m (10m Z3/4)
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri: Bike - Turbo 45m (Z2 +2x5m pyrmd)
Sat: Run 13km 01:16:39(155bpm) 700'
Sun: Bike - Turbo 01:20 (Z1)

Week 13 - 22nd March
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri: Bike - Turbo 60m (Z2)
Sat: Run - 1:08 940'
Sun:

Week 12 - 15th March
Mon: Bike - Turbo 45m (Z2)
Tues:
Wed: Swim - 2000m 0:47:12
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun:

Week 11 - 8th March
Mon: Bike - gym 40m Run 10m
Tues: Run - 45m Tread (5+3+1.5 Z4)
Wed:
Thurs: Bike - gym 40m Run 10m
Fri: Run - 45m Tread (5 3 2 1.5 Z4)
Sat:
Sun: Bike - gym 40m Run 10m

Week 10 - 1st March
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs: Bike - Turbo 30m (Z2)
Fri: Bike - Turbo 45m (Z2)
Sat:
Sun: Run - 45m Tread (5m Z4)

Week 9 - 22nd February
Mon:
Tues: Bike - Turbo 30m (Z2)
Wed: Bike - Turbo 30m (Z2)
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
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Week 8 - 15th February
Mon: Run 16.8km 02:13:25(155bpm) 2340'
Tues:
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Week 7 - 7th February
Mon:
Tues: Swim - 300/400d/10x100(2:30)/300
Wed:
Thurs: Run 7.1km 00:46:28(159bpm) 700'
Fri:
Sat:
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Week 6 - 1st February
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs: Run 7.1km 00:47:15(159bpm) 700'
Fri: Swim - 2000m 0:48:00
Sat:
Sun: Run 16.8km 02:22:05(157bpm) 2340'

Week 05 - 25th January
Mon:
Tues: SKIING
Wed: SKIING
Thurs: SKIING
Fri:
Sat:
Sun: Run 16.8km 02:12:45(155bpm) 2340'

Week 04 - 18th January
Mon:
Tues: Swim - 500/200drill/500pace/500
Wed:
Thurs: Run 7.1km 00:48:34(160bpm) 700'
Fri:
Sat: Run 16.8km 02:16:41(156bpm) 2340'
Sun:

Week 03 - 11th January
Mon:
Tues:
Wed: Run 7.1km 00:49:37 (160bpm) 700'
Thurs: Swim - 2000m 0:46:26
Fri:
Sat: Run 15.4km 02:04:16 (161bpm) 2100'
Sun:

Week 02 - 4th January 2010
Mon:
Tues:
Wed: Run 10.6km 01:28:27 (160bpm) 1560'
Thurs: Swim - 2000m 0:46:34
Fri:
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Week 01 - 28th December
Mon:
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Week 52 - 21st December
Mon:
Tues:
Wed: Run 7.1km 00:50:50 (156bpm) 700'
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Week 51 - 14th December
Mon: Run 10.4km 01:27:14 (160bpm) 1540'
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs: Swim - 2000m 0:48:27
Fri:
Sat: Run 13.6km 01:45:35 (159bpm) 1880'
Sun:

Week 50 - 7th December
Mon:
Tues:
Wed: Run 7km 0:51:28 (159bpm)
Thurs:
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Week 49 - 30th November
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun: Run 9.3km 1:19:40 (162bpm)

Week 48 - 23rd November
Mon:
Tues: Swim - 2000m 0:50:39
Wed:
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Week 47 - 16th November
Mon:
Tues: Swim - 2000m 0:51:15
Wed:
Thurs: Run - 10km 1:01:13 (?bpm)
Fri:
Sat:
Sun: Run - 10km 1:01:04 (?bpm)

Week 46 - 9th November
Mon:
Tues:
Wed: Run - 10km 1:05:56 (156bpm)
Thurs: Swim - 2000m 0:56:40
Fri:
Sat:
Sun: Run - 10km 1:02:29 (158?bpm)

Week 45 - 2nd November
Mon:
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Week 44 - 26th October
Mon:
Tues:
Wed: Run - 10km 1:05:45 (156bpm)
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Week 43 - 19th October
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat: Run - 10km 1:08:08 (157bpm)
Sun:

Week 42 - 12th October
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun: Run - 10km 1:07:33 (158bpm)


September
Nothing

August
Nothing


Week 31 - 27th July
Mon:
Tues: 10.1 miles 1hr 53m 32s (157bpm)
Wed:
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Week 30 - 20th July
Mon:
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Week 29 - 13th July
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat: Run - 8.1 miles 1hr 29m 54s (159bpm)
Sun:

Week 28 - 6th July
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri: Run - 8.1 miles 1hr 27m 33s (160bpm)
Sat:
Sun:

Week 27 - 29th June
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat: Bike - 42miles (hilly): 4:20hrs
Sun:

Week 26 - 22nd June
Mon:
Tues: Run - 8.1 miles 1hr 29m 57s (160bpm)
Wed:
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Week 25 - 15th June
Mon:
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Week 24 - 8th June
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Week 23 - 1st June
Mon:
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Week 22 - 25th May
Mon:
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Week 21 - 18th May
Mon:
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Week 20 - 11th May
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat: Run - 10.1 miles 1hr 37m 49s (157bpm)
Sun:

Week 19 - 4th May
Mon:
Tues: Tread - 45m Z2 (5/3/3/4m Z4)
Wed: Trans: 30m Bike (gym) + 15m run (Z2)
Thurs: Bike - Turbo 1hr (Z2/3)
Fri:
Sat:Run - 10.1 miles 1hr 40m 10s (155bpm)
Sun:

Week 18 - 27th April
Mon: Swim - 300/50>200>50(in 25m)/200
Tues: Run - 6.1 miles 55m 59s (157bpm)
Wed: Trans: 45m Bike (speed) + 15m run (Z2)
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun:

Week 17 - 20th April
Mon: Swim - 300/15x100 interv/200
Tues: Tread - 45m Z2 (5/3/3/3m Z4)
Wed: Trans: 45m Bike (speed) + 15m run (Z2)
Thurs: Bike - Turbo 1hr (power)
Fri: Swim - 3000m 1:12:29
Sat: Run - 10.1 miles 1hr 39m 29s (154bpm)
(dog bite incident!)
Sun: Bike - 32.6m 2:10:54

Week 16 - 13th April
Mon:
Tues: Run - 6.1 miles 56m 29s (160bpm)
Wed: Trans: 45m Bike (speed) + 15m run (Z2)
Thurs: Bike - Turbo 1hr (power)
Fri: Bike - Turbo 30m (gentle Z1/2)
Sat: Run - 10.1 miles 1hr 39m 49s (152bpm)
Sun: Bike - Turbo 2:15hrs (Z2)

Week 15 - 6th April
Mon: Bike - Turbo 30m 15-21mph speedwork
Tues: Trans: 45m Bike (speed) + 15m run (Z2)
Wed: Tread - 45m Z2 (5/3/3/3m Z4)
Thurs:
Fri: Bike - Turbo 1hr (Z2-Z4)
......Swim - 3500m 1:28:29
Sat: Run - 10.1 miles 1hr 41m 36s (155bpm)
Sun: Bike - Turbo 2hrs (Z2)

Week 14 - 30th March
Mon: Swim - 2500m 1:01:08
Tues: Run - 5.6 miles 53m 21s (156bpm)
Wed: Bike - Turbo 1hr 15/17/19/21/19/17mph
Thurs: Trans: 45m Bike + 15m run (Z2)
Fri: Swim - 2500m 1:01:21
Sat: Run - 10.1 miles 1hr 40m 23s (155bpm)
Sun: Bike - Turbo 2hrs (Z2)

Week 13 - 23rd March
Mon:
Tues: Swim - 400/12x100 interv@45s/400
Wed: Trans: 35m Bike + 25m run (Z2 + 5m Z4)
Thurs: Bike - Turbo 1hr (Z2 + 5m Z4)
Fri:
Sat:
Sun: Bike - Turbo 2hrs (Z2)

=========================
======BUILD PHASE START=====
=========================

Week 12 - 16th March
Mon: Swim - 200/12x100 interv@45s/200
Tues: Trans: 30m Bike + 15m run (Z2)
Wed: Run - 4 miles 36m 23s (161bpm)
Thurs: Bike - Turbo 35m (Z2)
Fri: Swim - 2000m 0:48:20
Sat: Run - 10.1 miles 1hr 47m 36s (149bpm)
Sun: Bike - Turbo 2hrs (Z2)


Week 11 - 9th March
Mon: Swim - 200/13x100 interv@40s/100
Tues: Trans: 30m Bike + 15m run (Z2)
Wed: Tread - 40m Z2 (5/3/3/3m Z4)
Thurs:
Fri: Swim - 2000m 0:48:03
Sat: Run - 10.1 miles 1hr 52m 45s (154bpm)
Sun: Bike - Turbo 1hr 45m (Z2)

Week 10 - 2nd March
Mon: Swim - Workout #21
Tues: Run - 4 miles 37m 18s (164bpm)
Wed: Bike - Turbo 45m Z2
Thurs:
Fri: Swim - 2000m 0:50:33
Sat: Run - 8.1 miles 1hr 24m 49s (160bpm)
Sun: Exercise Bike - 1hr 30m (Z2)

Week 09 - 23rd Feb
Mon: Swim - Workout #20
Tues: Tread - 40m Z2 (5/3/3/2m Z4)
Wed: Trans: 30m Bike + 15m Tread (Z2)
Thurs: Bike - Turbo 45m Z2
Fri:
Sat: Run - 8.1 miles 1hr 23m 47s (156bpm)
Sun: Bike - Turbo 1:45:00 Z2

Week 08 - 16th Feb
Mon: Swim - Workout #18
Tues: Run - 4 miles 37m 29s (NK bpm)
Wed: Trans: 30m Bike + 15m Tread (Z2)
Thurs: Bike - Turbo 30m Z2
Fri: Swim - Workout #19
Sat: Bike - Turbo 1:15:00 Z2
Sun: Run - 8.1 miles 1hr 30m 35s (151 bpm?)

Week 07 - 9th Feb
Mon:
Tues: Tread - 40m Z2 (5/3/2/1m Z4)
Wed: Bike - Gym 30m Z2
Thurs: Bike - Turbo 30m Z2
Fri: Swim - 2000m 0:50:30
Sat: Run - 8.1 miles 1hr 28m 32s (NK bpm)
Sun:

Week 06 - 2nd Feb
Mon:
Tues: Run - 3.1 miles 32m 15s (165bpm)
Wed: Swim - Workout #19
Thurs: Bike - Turbo 30m Z2
Fri: Swim - Workout #20
Sat: Run - 10.4km 1hr 09m 04s (161bpm)
Sun: Bike - Turbo 30m Z2

Week 05 - 26th Jan
Mon: Tread - 40m Z2 (5+2m Z4)
Tues:
Wed: Bike - Gym 30m Z2
Thurs: Bike - Turbo 30m Z2
Fri:
Sat: Run - 8.1 miles 1hr 31m 05s (161bpm)
Sun: Bike - Turbo 30m Z2

Week 04 - 19th Jan
Mon:
Tues:
Wed: Bike - Turbo 30m Z2
Thurs: Bike - Turbo 15m Z2
Fri: Swim - 1hr Analysis Session
Sat: Run - 8.1 miles 1hr 31m 31s (160bpm)
Sun: Bike - Turbo 30m Z2

=========================
======BASE PHASE START======
=========================

Week 03 - 12th Jan
Mon:
Tues:
Wed: Swim - 2000m 0:54:34
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun: Bike - Turbo 1hr Zone 2

Week 02 - 5th Jan
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs: Run - 4 miles 39m 41s (166bpm)
Fri:
Sat:
Sun: Run - 8.1 miles 1hr 31m 01s (160bpm)

Week 01 - 29th Dec
Mon: Run - 8.8km 52m 04s (169bpm)
Tues:
Wed:
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Week 52 - 22nd Dec
Mon:
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Week 51 - 15th Dec
Mon:
Tues:
Wed: Run - 4 miles 49m 51s (166bpm)
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun: Run - 8.1 miles 1hr 37m 59s (160bpm)

Week 50 - 8th Dec
Mon:
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Week 49 - 1st Dec
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Week 48 - 24th Nov
Mon:
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Week 47 - 17th Nov
Mon:
Tues:
Wed: Run - 10.4km 1hr 14m 51s (161bpm)
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Week 46 - 10th Nov
Mon:
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Week 45 - 3rd Nov
Mon:
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Week 44 - 27th Oct
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun: Run - 10.4km 1hr 12m 35s

Week 43 - 20th Oct
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun: Run - 10.4km 1hr 16m 46s

Week 42 - 13th Oct
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat: Bike - 2 miles!
Sun:

Week 41 - 6th Oct
Mon:
Tues:
Wed: Run - 45mins Intervals
Thurs: Swim - 2000m 0:48:25
Fri:
Sat:
Sun: Run - 10.4km 1hr 13m 23s
(HR 161bpm)

Week 40 - 29th Sept
Mon:
Tues:
Wed:
Thurs: Run - 45mins Intervals
Fri:
Sat:
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Week 39 - 22nd Sept
Mon:
Tues:
Wed: Swim - 45 mins Intervals
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
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Week 38 - 15th Sept
Mon:
Tues:
Wed: Swim - 2000m 0:48:39
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun: Run - 10.4km 1hr 15m 30s

Week 37 - 8th Sept
Mon:
Tues:
Wed: Swim - 2000m 0:49:49
Thurs:
Fri:
Sat:
Sun: Run - 10.4km 1hr 20m
Who on earth is Gus?
 
North Yorkshire born & bred, but spent five years in the dark, wet depths of Cumbria as a teenager. Loved those fells!

Newcastly Poly for one year, but got kicked out for enjoying myself too much, then North Staffs Poly (yuk) for 3 years studying Estate Management. Ended up as a Chartered Investment Surveyor for 10 years, living in London, Leeds and finally Glasgow (lived overlooking Loch Lomond.... most beautiful place on earth).

Career-changed during my mid-life crisis at 30: Threw away a high-flying career to go to Plymouth Uni for 1 year then spent the next 5 years working offshore all round the world in the oil industry.

Back onshore in 2003: Marketing Manager in Norwich, then Geneva, then Lowestoft (wow, glamorous!). Currently VP Africa for an oil exploration company in Surrey. Talking of glamorous, these days my regular trips are to Nigeria, Eq Guinea and Angola... now I bet that's got you envious.

I have a lovely French wife with a Gallic temperament and a gorgeous 2yr old daughter who speaks better French than me.

Got into Tri's after my 53yr old boss in Geneva shamed me into doing one after he completed the Geneva. Once started, quickly hooked! My current 'mid-life crisis' as my dear wife keeps referring to it as.
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Norseman 2010 Race Report
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The Build Up

Two years ago I started this blog, tapping away into this same laptop.

For those of you that have kept with me through the last two years will know firstly, the depth of emotion that that moment 2 years ago evoked, and secondly, what life threw at me in the intervening period.

The Norseman stood as a beacon in my life, symbolic of achievement beyond expectation, an all-consuming passion that took one year of my life up to that August day in 2008. To become a Norseman was not just to be an Ironman, it was to show the world that ‘ordinary’ me was not ‘ordinary’ – that from inside myself I could prove to the world I could, albeit briefly, raise my head above the average and be just that little bit special.

Those of you that have read my race report from that day will understand the bitter disappointment at being robbed of that achievement so close to realisation. To recall the pain of my knotted stomach as I watched my friends collect their t-shirts and the decision, based upon pure bitterness at being denied so close from the finish, to never return to this damned race.

Which after 24 hours turned into a cold determination ‘not to be beaten by that bastard’. The Norseman was unfinished business.

And so began the longest, hardest period of my life.

In October 2008, entries for the 2009 race opened and my friend Kevin & I managed to get our names on the start list. We were elated! I bought Don Fink’s Ironman book and printed off his ‘Just Finish’ training program. I found a new, well paid job down in Godalming – my employers were really understanding about my tri training, I was surrounded by the South Downs which promised lots of hill training, so things really started looking up. I determined to follow the training program properly – no more of this ‘winging it’ attitude that brought me to the failure of last time. This time I was going to do it properly!

My second daughter was born in November, such a happy and glorious event, a gorgeous little girl to join her elder sister. Then in January I began the 30-week training program. Every day, almost without a break, I trained. Monday, swim, Tuesday run, Wednesday brick, Thursday Bike, Friday Swim, Saturday run, Sunday bike. It became a mantra for me. Week after week, month after month. I graphed the improvement of my speed and fitness here on the blog with delighted satisfaction, I was flying! By April my performance was leagues ahead of the year before. I was even beginning to dare to dream about a Black T-shirt finish – it was becoming possible!

Then life threw its bombshells at me.

On May 5th 2009, I was called into the board-room and told I was being made redundant. The very next day, my wife announced she was divorcing me and taking my children back to Paris. Overnight, my life had fallen apart. 3 days later, something that I couldn’t even have ever imagined in my worst nightmare happened. I won’t elaborate here because it is that bloody awful, but enough to say it was the product of a bitter, twisted and nasty female mind that put me through an experience that, at the time, I put on par with being buried alive; I genuinely wished to die to escape what I was experiencing.

My divorce turned into an awful, acrimonious mess during which my wife determined to financially ruin me, which she did successfully (to date, my legal fees are close to £100,000 and still rising), and life became unbearable as, still under the same roof for 5 months, we fought each other bitterly in the courts. It became clear that the Norseman dream was becoming just that. A dream.

So, in June2009, It was with a painful heart that I typed out the email to Rolf, the race director, asking him to withdraw me from the race.

However, despite the hell that life was throwing at me at the time, a small ember still burned inside and instead of asking for the refund of my entry fee, I requested that he delay my entry to 2010. Bless him, he did.

In September 2009 my wife and children departed forever. In October, the Norseman entry opened. This time, however, it was to be a lottery – most people’s worst nightmare. However, Rolf confirmed my entry for 2010, so my place was safe.

So, as a newly single man, but still out of work, I blew the dust off Don Fink’s training program. I bought a new pair of trainers and tried to rebuild my life with the Norseman as the one, single focus to keep me going. As the wife divorced me, I treated myself to a seriously good new bike (primarily because she took all my money, she couldn't take my bike - although she tried).



Winter training was intermittent. At the grand old age of 43 I moved back in with the parents and juggled job hunting with forcing myself out in all weathers. The 30 week program start-date passed but I still couldn’t get organised with the training properly. Finally I found a new job in March, and moved up to Aberdeen. Scotland meant hills!

And so, despite a lot of travelling, I managed to piece together a relatively regular training program. I tried to follow the old mantra from the year before, but it was clear a Black T-shirt remained a dream as I had to concentrate on the new job and all its commitments.

August approached. The training was going reasonably well, open water swimming in the loch with Kevin, regularly climbs on the bike up the brutal Cairn o’Mount built up my legs, and 15 mile runs over the hills and through the forests became comfortable.

5 weeks before the race, life once again turned nasty. Again without elaborating too much, the ex started playing her old tricks, refused me any access to the children, amongst other awful allegations and suddenly my life was staring horror once again in its face. One day I’ll hopefully be able to relate to you all that I actually went through (still currently a legal case, so I can’t give you the nitty gritty).... and I had to start thinking the unthinkable – cancelling the Norseman yet again.

Several people told me I should. Even I nearly buckled. But something within wasn’t going to give up; this was one thing I couldn’t let my ex take away from me. So I persevered. Training obviously suffered, but I went ahead and booked the flights and damned the consequences.

One final blow was Pete (Bluepoolshark) having to drop out as my support. Poor chap had been through some rough times himself recently and for personal reasons he had no choice but to pull out. Some quick phone calls via Kevin and I did manage to find a substitute – but by which time my legal fees for the new ex-wife onslaught had just hit £5,000 for just the previous week’s fun in Court, with the promise of another £30k’s worth to come.... I had no choice but to share Kevin’s support, Kenny. I knew this would be tough for all of us, but I had no choice and Kevin and Kenny just did what good friends do – being there when they were most needed.

The final week before the race was horrendous, in terms of pre-race nerves. Kevin seemed pretty chilled, but with the pressure of my DNF from 2 years earlier I felt the weight of expectation on me, so really suffered. I was quiet, pensive, a permanent knot in my stomach.

Preparations however this time were 200% better than last time; no late-nights, no missed meals. Instead, I slept as much as I could, forced plate after bloody plate of pasta down my throat for a week. Kevin’s girlfriend, Kim, even gave me the most wonderful massage in preparation. So, by the time Thursday 5th August came round, although I was a bag of nerves, I was ready.

Norway
7am, Thursday 5th August, and Kevin and Kenny appeared at the doorstep; nervous laughs, a bit of banter, and the car was loaded. The flight to Bergen was straightforward, but as always the worry of whether the bikes would turn up or not weighed heavily. It was with relief that our bike boxes were the first things off the carousel. We met another Scottish chap who brightly told us he’d done IMCH 2 weeks earlier; he didn’t look too worried about things, but me and Kevin exchanged glances that spoke volumes. Mad as a hatter!

We passed the Endurance life crowd in arrivals, picked up our VW Passatt estate and with Krypton-factor dexterity managed to squeeze the kit in the back. GPS loaded with Eidfjord as our destination and our Norwegian journey began.

Driving towards Eidfjord, and as that almost legendary town came into view, we watched in a pensive, nervous silence as the cold, green waters of the fjord passed us by and the towering, rocky cliffs leaned over towards us, channelling us towards the town we had last seen 2 years ago.



The memories it evoked were mixed; excitement and adrenaline, but fear and nervousness at what lay ahead. My pre-race nerves were almost overwhelming seeing Eidfjord again, exacerbated as we began the long climb in the car up Dyranut. Seeing that long, steep ascent once more reminded us just how big this hill was.

We were delighted to end up in the same cabin as before, at Liseth – as we entered it was exactly as the moment we’d last seen it.... 2am as we set off for the 2008 race. Strange emotions.

We cooked up the inevitable supper of pasta, and were later joined by Dave (Mrchopsaloty) and his support, Natalie who’d driven from Oslo, before retiring for our first night back in Norway.

Friday was taken up with the preparations; we built our bikes, and gazed in wonderment at Dave’s brand-new Trek Concept TT bike with electronic gear-shifting. A beautiful bike to look at. Kevin & I went for a quick half-hour bike ride up the hill to shake the muscles out – repeating exactly the same experience I’d done with Pete and Phil 2 years earlier. Like two years earlier, I was also left behind as Kevin climbed rapidly ahead... not unexpected.



3pm was the race-briefing, in the big hall down in Eidfjord. Like 2 years ago, it began with a local Norwegian folk singer singing and playing her violin. The lights went down, the spots focussed on her pretty face and she sang a profoundly emotive song that held us all spellbound. The lyrics translated along the lines of Mother Earth giving birth to us, nurturing us through the trials of our lives, then welcoming us back into her embrace as we died; strangely fitting and as her seductive, pure voice reverberated around the stunned hall, it was hard not to let the eyes well up and feel the forearms prickle.

Once she finished, one of the chief organisers, Harek, brought us heavily back to earth with a clear briefing about the severity of the task ahead of us tomorrow. Safety was a key issue, but the news on the weather was good, and especially with the tide. The race was looking good!

Friday evening was another inevitable vast pot of pasta back in the cabin that Kenny concocted. Kevin & I forced a massive plateful down but watched in awe as Dave swiftly consumed 3 large platefuls. He may be shaped like a beanstalk but he was clearly a carb-loading machine.

2 years earlier, we had gone to bed at 11pm, this time it was 8.30pm, determined to get at least some sleep before the race... so with nerves rattling and a painful knot in my stomach, I made my final preparations and went to bed.

RACE DAY

2am, the alarms sounded. I’d managed one hour’s sleep – one hour more than I’d expected so I was pleased. Two bananas for breakfast, and in silence we all picked up our final bits and pieces and went to the car for the descent back down into Dyranut.

Like the last time, the atmosphere in Eijdford was electric. 3am T1 opened and we filed in to be marked with numbers and set our bikes up in the racks. The ferry appeared at the dock, and Kevin & I half-changed into wetsuits to prepare. Strangely, nerves were not as bad this morning – I think I was so glad to finally be on the way. As we boarded at 3.30am, we leaned on the side and watched the bustle of hundreds of triathletes and their support milling around the quayside, nervous banter, many standing, staring into space lost in their own world of mental preparations. A few sharp words here and there as the stress got the better of one or two, but the atmosphere remained that special, heady mix of fear, exhilaration, excitement and tension.



When the ferry finally left the dockside at 4am, the applause from those left standing on the side was quite moving and strangely appropriate; we felt like gladiators about to enter the arena, being applauded by a respectful audience appreciative of warriors about to face their final, ultimate challenge.

The ferry glided silently up the fjord, the tall, black cliffs either side overbearing, yet unlike last time where the sky had been black and menacing, this time the pre-dawn light warmed the sky with a glowing light-blue and the crescent moon barely above those vertiginous cliff-faces shone like a reassuring beacon.



It didn’t take long for us to reach the start-point and the bow-thrusters thundered as the ferry manouvered into position. At 4.45am everyone was on deck, wetsuits on, heads clad in the green, Norseman caps and eyes and faces hidden with a variety of multi-coloured goggles. The ten minute warning was given, and the triathletes were ushered towards the ramp, the supporters who were allowed on the ferry, moving back to see us off.




At the ramp, Kevin was eager. We were both quiet, in our own worlds, yet unlike last time I think we were both fizzing with adrenaline, anxious to be off the ramp and away. We shook hands, “I’ll see you at the other end” I smiled at Kevin, and he was off without a backward look. I followed suit. Standing at the edge, I waited for a space to appear as, like lemmings, we jumped into the green water one after each other.

I braced myself for the cold... and was pleasantly surprised! It was almost warm... for some strange reason the sky was almost light now, the visibility was clear and distant and the whole atmosphere so different from two years ago. Where before it had been black, forbidding, like jumping into the River Styx, this time it was bright, warmer and so much more welcoming; I felt really good.

I swam to the start, the line of a dozen yellow kayaks and joined the rows of bobbing, green heads. Barely a moment to prepare, and the horn sounded. 5am, 7th August 2010. Norseman. This was it.



The Swim
I started fast, drafting a few people and getting jostled a little, but after ten minutes things calmed and I hung on to the toes of someone. I felt comfortable, the pace was good. As I breathed, I watched the cliffs pass by on either side, saw lots of green caps near-abouts and knew I was in the ‘pack’ – better than expected.

The tide was good – a strong tail-current, so the distance passed quickly. I was overtaken by someone, so as they passed, I left the toes of my current trail-blazer and tried to catch up with them... it took me 10 minutes of hard breathing but I just couldn’t latch on to their tail, so gave up and naturally drifted back towards my original lead. This time, however, I ended up side-by-side with him and we matched our swim stroke for stroke.

We swam like that for a long time, side by side, our pace exactly the same. We were so close that our arms periodically clashed. I felt like stopping and saying “for heaven’s sake, we have the whole fjord between us – let’s space out!” but as 1000m passed, then 2000m, it became quite reassuring having him beside me, our eyes catching every now and again through the goggles. I felt like smiling – I was beginning to enjoy this! Stroke for stroke we matched, my brain kept telling me to get on his feet instead and let him do the work, but my heart constantly over-rid the urge; this was a challenge we were both facing as equals and it would just seem unsporting to do that. I did feel someone on my toes for a while and bristled that someone was getting a very easy ride from me and my companion making a large bow-wave between us, but hell, my mood was good so I didn’t care.

As we passed the main promontory, the tidal surge became obvious as we felt the deep swell rocking us forward. This boosted my confidence as I psychologically felt the assistance from the current, and as we hit the 3000m mark, my companion and I stopped to navigate. He was Norwegian, we had a quick debate about where the turn-point was, then once again it was heads-down and driving forward again side-by-side.

The turn-point buoy came quickly, we passed it and it was there that I lost my Norwegian partner. I strangely felt the loss of the companionship, I have no idea where he went to, but by now the exit was visible and we all drove ourselves fast past the dockside in front of the big, white hotel building. The crowds were quiet, as I watched them, watching us, swim past in the brief flashes as I drew breath and all too quickly the small beach appeared ahead. I couldn’t believe it, but I actually was disappointed. I had enjoyed the swim so much and I was so relaxed, I really didn’t want it to end.

But weighing on my mind was the time. I had spent so many hours over the previous days going through the connotations of times I needed to do in each event not to miss the final cut-off....it had become an obsession... I had to do less than 2hours on the swim, less than 10 hours on the bike... they were numbers burning in my mind as I finished the swim.



Had I broken two hours? I knew I would’ve been gutted if I hadn’t, so I dared hope for 1:45... I felt strong as I burst from the water, even running up the beach amongst the cheering crowd, and into T1. Kenny was there to welcome me and guide me to my place. I stripped quickly, and asked him what my time was.
“I haven’t got a watch,” he replied. I felt like screaming! God, didn’t he know how important it was to me? Every minute mattered! “Ah, I’ve got your watch, he eventually said, producing it. I checked it: 1:31! I’d smashed my last time by 35 minutes! I had to suppress the elation as I knew the main task still lay ahead: the torture on the bike.

I rushed through transition, swigged a mug of tea and a couple of Marmite sandwiches, then climbed onto the saddle... and turned towards the mountains.

The Bike
This was the key discipline for me. The Norseman would be made or broken on the bike; 2 years ago I had done 10hrs, this time I had to do sub-10 if I was to have any chance of making that final cut-off at 32km. I felt good I’d got half an hour ‘in the bank’ from the swim, but that still left me a hard task to even make the bike cut-off at 5pm in T2... with Dyranut and the 4 monster hills between me and that point.

As I left Eidfjord, I had a bunch of people ahead of me, and determined to keep them in my sight. The bike was my weakest discipline, my speed traditionally very slow, so this small goal in itself was a challenge. However, as we approached the foothills, there they remained, not pulling away. I was overtaken by some clearly serious cyclists, but I just let them go and concentrated on not losing those ahead of me.

As we entered the imposing canyon that leads up to Dyranut, the sharp cliffs and deep ravines were breathtaking, majestic in the way they had been carved from the dark grey slabs of mountain sides bearing down on us. Our road this year took us through the 4 tunnels rather than the old track; a real unknown quantity. As I entered each tunnel, the air became warmer, sticky and the echoing sounds of cars and the intermittent shouts of supporters in their passing cars reverberated around.

The slope was actually easier this route and I was able to spin fairly comfortably, unlike last time when I had been panting and wishing for ever lower gears that didn’t exist. I kept my speed over 5mph, a massive improvement on the 3mph from 2 years earlier...perceived effort seemed ok but my heart rate stubbornly remained high in the 170’s. I didn’t give a damn.... I was really motoring up that hill, even overtaking a few people which boosted my morale no-end. I thanked Cairn o’Mount in Scotland for her leg-sapping steepness during my months of training - it was really now paying dividends.

The end of the steep section came surprisingly quickly as the stunning position of Varingfoss Hotel came into view, the red building standing sentry over the plunging ravine we had just climbed. Andreas then caught me up, had a quick chat, and slowly pulled away – he was looking in good form despite his weeks of flu during his build-up. Still no sign of Kevin and I was excited... could I beat him up Dyranut? That really would be a coup! (and one I’m sure he would never live down).

The long haul of the second half of Dyranut turned into a pretty monstrous, endless slog. I’d forgotten just how long it was as each false horizon lead on to the next, interminably climbing upwards. As the final summit came into view, I heard the cheery voice of Kevin... I laughed out loud in both happiness to see him and frustration at him denying me my little bit of excitement of possibly beating him up the hill.... we had a quick chat then off he went, pulling quickly ahead.

Finally at the summit, 2.5 hours were down on the clock. That worried me, as it was exactly the same time that I’d done 2 years previously. I couldn’t believe it, I was shocked after all that effort and perceived speed up the damned hill...could I still be on for another 10 hour bike? If that was the case, I could see the race slipping away from me yet again... I was frantic and as Kenny fed me just past the summit, I put on the warmer kit and resolved to blast down to Geilo as fast as I could.

I pushed it; every descent I didn’t free-wheel, I just let my legs spin as fast as I could. I was down on the bars at every opportunity, the head-wind making it hard but grim determination driving me onwards cutting through it obliviously. I caught Andreas up after an hour or so and we leapfrogged past each other for miles.... Geilo (90km) came and went... quicker than last time, and this time I clearly wasn’t last at this point (as a Marshall had taken delight in informing me last time) so I felt I was back in with a chance. Even seeing lots of support cars passing regularly was a real boost- knowing this time I wasn’t being left behind by the rest of the field. But tempering that excitement was the sobering fact that I knew what was ahead of me this time...and it was making me nervous.



My legs were feeling the exertion by now, and as I hit the first of the four big hills, it started to become a battle of determination. The ascent went reasonably well, even overtaking a couple of people. The descent to the bottom of Hill 2 was disappointing with the head-wind preventing me from going much over 40mph. Hill 2 I’d remembered as being pretty tough, and it didn’t disappoint. I took a gel during each descent to try to get the energy in time for the following ascent, and my legs appreciated the fillip as Hill 2, then Hill 3 were eaten up surprisingly painlessly. However, as I again joined with Andreas at Hill 3, we cycled side-by-side as the hill reached what we thought was the summit... only to plateau on to yet another climb... another endless hill... Andreas was starting to show signs of suffering now. He admitted he couldn’t get any nutrition down, so it was then I realised he was in trouble.

We shared the long, fast descent towards Immingfjell, my legs pumping hard to try to eke out any extra speed as I clung on to the ‘drops’ for dear life, only for Andreas to shoot past me on his bars. A brave man.... so I thought, sod it, and did the same, clinging desperately to the bars in the more aero-position praying I wasn’t going to get bounced off on the bad surface. 44mph was all I could attain as we stormed into the right-hand junction that took us to the base of Immingfjell.



“Always leave something in your legs for Immingfjell” the age-old Norseman mantra kept echoing around my head... and not without good reason. As Andreas and I climbed together side by side again, conversation quickly dropped as we both became lost in our own worlds of pain and concentration. The steep, strength-sapping climb was endless, winding upwards, forever upwards... but I still overtook someone and as the summit finally came into view... I was elated! As I drew to the side of the road as the road peaked, I wanted to turn and look back down at that hill and scream “I beat you, you bastard!”... last time it had pretty much broken me. This time, I broke that bastard back. All that hill-training in Scotland really had made such a massive difference.

This time I was ready for the long, inclined plateau of 10km so I just went down on the bars, my whole universe became the small patch of tarmac in front of me, and let my legs pound out those final, painful uphill miles. As the final descent appeared, I looked at my watch and realised I was going to break the 10 hours... I was on a high! Suddenly the thought of a white t-shirt was realistic! With barely controlled excitement I stormed down the descent, careful around the 3 dangerous hairpins but otherwise so low on the bike my backside was almost on the back wheel and my chin on the bars. The head-wind was frustratingly strong and limited me to 43mph – denying me my target of 50mph, but I didn’t care so much by then... it was all downhill to T2.

The descent was fast and furious, the road surface awful. It was pounding me and the bike brutally. Shoulders and arms were aching, but I bore on relentlessly, legs pedalling non-stop, eyes blinking in soreness from the concentration... a Norwegian girl drew level with me and we both leap-frogged the rest of the descent, laughing like children at the speed, the painful bouncing of the road surface and the excitement as each mile brought us closer to our goal.

T2 finally came into view... my backside was raw, my shoulders aching, legs tired and back sore... but as I looked at my watch when Kenny took the bike from me... 8hrs 48mins! I couldn’t believe it! I had knocked 1hr 12m off my last time – this was beyond my wildest dreams.... and now I could finally believe I could become a Norseman!

I threw on my running kit with oblivious abandon to my exhaustion, took a gel and bade farewell to Kenny leaving him to put the bikes back in the car. Kevin apparently was only 25 minutes ahead of me, which was astonishing, so I left T2 on a real high...


The Run

Then very quickly came crashing back to earth. Within a few hundred yards I realised the truth of my position. I had, indeed, pushed hard on the bike. Too hard. My legs were in pieces, thighs and calves achingly tired and I could barely put one foot in front of another.

The first couple of miles were awful. It was taking a real effort of will just to co-ordinate my muscles to comply into a simple, shuffling run. I ended up walking more than running and in my head I suddenly started going over and over the time/distance calculations that had become an obsession like last time as the cut-off loomed dangerously out of reach... what if I walked the whole marathon? Could I still make it? No. The answer was the same, whichever way I calculated it.

6km in, I began to really suffer. I regretted the decision not to carry water or juice with me as I started do dehydrate; I had gels and ‘shotbloks’, but I daredn’t down them without having water handy. My mouth began to dry, lips flaking and I felt my body starting to descend a dangerous slope. As each car passed by, I prayed it was Kenny...

I played a perilous balance of trying to keep running, but feeling the energy levels sap lower and lower, knowing a serious shut down was impending if I couldn’t feed myself soon. I decided to try a shotblok... it went down but immediately felt the craving for liquid to wash it down...

After 1hr 10 minutes, like a guardian angel Kenny shot past and pulled in... I gulped down mouthfuls of weak-mixture Infinit, and took food onboard. Refreshed, I was off again.



The run is beautiful... picturesque beside the flat-calm lake and overseen by the ever-present forest-clad mountains filling every horizon. But the view became irrelevant as I concentrated on trying to keep one leg in front of the other. It became a battle. I tried every psychological tactic to persuade my body to comply; it was just like doing a 15 miler at home like I’d done half a dozen times in the preceeding weeks... it was just doing a little 5 miler three times... whichever way I presented it to my legs, they weren’t interested.

At 12km, I felt a twinge in my ankle. “Uh oh” I murmered to myself, that didn’t feel good. That was shortly joined by the ligaments in both knees starting to really ache – a return of my IT band syndrome I hadn’t felt for nearly 2 years. I was clearly starting to get into trouble, and my dream of finishing the Norseman began to seriously be in question...

Onwards I strode, shuffling into a walk regularly, bawling at myself in my head to keep running...”come on, at that tree, you’ll start running again...” I’d incentivise myself. “Just run to that bend, and you can walk,”... over and over again I played those games, mile after mile. The calculations kept recurring... 14 minute miles were the pace, way off my 9.5min/miles in training... I couldn’t believe how slow I was going. “Just run to Zombie Hill, that’s all you have to do” I begged myself. I was overtaken by several people, who themselves seemed to be shuffling, yet I was going even slower.

16km down, and Kenny appeared again. He could sense I was really suffering, and made me eat some pasta, which went down gratefully. Kevin was only 4km ahead, which meant it looked like his dream of a Black T-shirt was gone...

Kenny disappeared to go help Kevin again, and I was left back to sink into my own, solitary world of pain and the lonely stretch of tarmac before me... As I left the lake road and started up the valley of Gaustatoppen, the first views of the mountain came out of the high clouds far ahead. Suddenly I began to be relieved that I wouldn’t be going up that damned mountain- in my state I was going to be lucky to make it to Zombie Hill.

Onwards, ever onwards, my legs just shuffling forward, brain tired, it was becoming a battle of attrition. The dull ache in my knees and ankles was now becoming real pain and I was finding it hard to maintain any co-ordinated running pattern. My heart rate was low – in the 130’s – but I was dog tired. 20km passed...”come on, just 5km to go” I pleaded with myself, enticing myself with the point at the base of the mountain where I could justifiably walk... I forced a gel down each half an hour, and a shotblok every other, even though my stomach didn’t want them, and kept swigging on the Infinit...

And the first sight of Zombie Hill came into view.

The steep, climbing hairpins of that monster loomed high on the mountainside, zig-zagging upwards through the thick, green forest towards the grey, tumbling rocks of Gaustatoppen. The realisation that I had to climb that long, steep ascent began to sap the will from my legs once more, and it took a surge of mental discipline to keep them shuffling forward, still in the semblance of a run.

Finally, after 25km, at 7:06pm, the turn for the mountain arrived, with the welcoming stand of nutrition. I downed three cups of water, and asked them for salt tablets. Unlike 2 years ago, they didn’t have any... which was worrying because I knew my electrolytes were low. They instead gave me some strange black liquorice-type sweet which tasted foul yet palatable in my sorry state, promising me it was ‘salty’...

With that tainting my mouth, I turned towards Zombie Hill...

It’s called Zombie Hill for a very good reason, as all those who have endured its horror can testify. As the incline began to rise, my head went down and once again I was left to forcing my legs to work up the steep winding tarmac. No pretence at running this time, just a painful, slow walk, the walk of the ‘zombie’. I knew my eyes were glazed over, as I began to zone out and my world once again became the small space of tarmac before me.

My nutrition was running low, gels were running out, but there was still no sign of Kenny; I hadn’t seen him now for nearly 2 hours, back at 16km, and I was climbing my painful way up Zombie with energy waning fast and depleting supplies. I still saw the odd support car drive past, which meant I was still ‘in the game’ – unlike two years ago when I had been alone in the darkness. This time, at least the sun was still up.

Over and over again I worked out the timings... 3km in half an hour... 6km to go... I kept looking at the watch and each time it told me I was ok for the cut-off, but I didn’t believe it. I couldn’t fall into the same trap as last time when I cut it too fine, so on and on I drove myself.

An hour into Zombie, Kenny appeared. I was so relieved. He told me Kevin was on for his white t-shirt, rather than black – I was disappointed for him but still in my own world of hurt and concentration at keeping the legs going I couldn’t spare much thought.

Every now and again I had to step off the tarmac to let a car pass. That’s when I realised how much trouble I was in, as each time it elicited a barrage of shooting pains from my ankles and knees at the unusual movement. They were now hardwired into the one, single forward motion of walking and anything outside that left me screaming in agony.

The plateau seemed never to get closer, each time I raised my head. But finally, after an hour and a half of ascending that brutal climb, I rounded the bend, came over the final rise... and there was the 32.5km cut-off. I was elated.... I looked at my watch. 20:34h. I had knocked almost exactly two hours off my time from 2 years ago. I was suffering, but hell, I’d done it! I knew all I had to do now was crawl the final 10km to the finish line and they couldn’t deny me a Norseman finish, no matter what.


The view back down the valley from Zombie Hill

I managed to hold a conversation together at the cut-off, until Kenny and I then set off for the final, undulating shuffle towards the finish line at the hotel.

Where Zombie Hill had been a battle of pain, this final section was a war of attrition, with my mind driving my exhausted body beyond its limits, demanding more from my battered, sore frame than I could believe was there. I was deep into my reserves now; the end-game was close. The question was could I keep myself going to that finish line before my body gave in.

The 3.5km to the Hotel was slow, we passed several people on the ‘return’ leg, Kenny cheerfully clapping them on. I could barely grunt, but at least managed to raise a smile at each of them. This, truly, was the walk of the zombies. I could see it in the eyes of all the others as we passed – the lost stare in their eyes, the painful, slow shuffle of their feet, their bodies looking equally as drained as mine... yet grim determination fired each of us to our limits as we all shared that common goal.

When I saw the finish line for the first time, I felt myself welling up. Three years of my life had been consumed by this race, three years that had seen my life fall apart in every way. The only single, consistent thing that had kept me going through all that was seeing the one sight I was now looking at: the Norseman finish line.

I held back the tears, because this still only marked the turn-point. I had to double back 3km. I closed my mind and once again it was head down and the shuffle continued. Darkness was falling at the second turn-point, and Kenny disappeared to get the car, leaving me alone once again to face my inner demons. It was then I suddenly knew I was once again in deep trouble; I hadn’t taken any nutrition at all in the final 10km, thinking I was nearly there. That was proving suddenly to be a big mistake.

It came over me very quickly. Weakness, my body shutting down, my inner core just seeming to dissolve. My legs were stumbling more now and I was losing that co-ordination that kept them going in their monotonous, single forward movement. With only 2km to the finish line, Kenny appeared. I told him I needed food urgently. There was still some tea left, which I gulped down, with a banana. A couple of elderly Norwegians appeared, chatting to me; I could barely make sense as I tried to converse... I was feeling dizzy and I suddenly had to hold on to the car to stop collapsing. Oh God, I heard myself scream in my head...don’t lose it now, not so close....



“I have to keep going,” I stopped the Norwegian mid-sentence, dropping my banana to the floor, and just pointed my head up the road and painfully shuffled my way forward. I didn’t even have the strength to apologise for my abruptness, I just knew I only had 2km to go and was close to collapse... I had to get there before my body gave in.... I couldn’t be denied now...

Those final 2km were a blur. I can barely remember them. I was alone, shrouded in darkness, just the sound of my shuffling feet on the bad road, the hoarse, laboured panting of my breath.... my limping frame hauling itself on through those final yards...

When I saw the finish line, I was numb. I didn’t want to cry, I didn’t want to rejoice. All I knew was that it was over. I could stop. I could finally let my body give in.

Kenny was ahead with the camera, and he snapped away as I crossed the line at 22:42h, a time of 17:42hrs... I always thought I was going to burst into tears at that moment, but I think my utter, utter exhaustion, both mental and physical, meant I couldn’t even raise the energy to feel any emotion at all... I went through the motions of crossing the line, arms raised... but inside, the fire that had burned deep down for 3 years to drive me to this very moment, I could finally, at last, let die.



Harek was there, and handed me a cup of hot soup. It didn’t really register properly then that I was a Norseman, all I knew was that my mind could finally stop screaming at my legs to keep going. We chatted briefly before Kenny helped me towards the car. He checked which cabin we were in, then took me in the car up the track. I had to turn the heating on to maximum as my body began to shut down, shivering uncontrollably. My mind was still completely numb, my knees and ankles throbbing with pain.

Back at the cabin, I found Andreas and his wife, and Kevin who had finished a couple of hours earlier. Kevin was in pieces – like me after the race his body had shut down but he didn’t have the benefit of Kenny ushering him to the cabin. One after another we both sat in the sauna to try to warm up our core temperatures, sat in a scalding shower, but it was bed that beckoned.

All I remember is crawling under a duvet barely half an hour after crossing the finish line.... and my Norseman was over.


The Aftermath
Waking up the next day was a mixture of joy and pain. It was then that I finally realised my dream had become reality. I awoke, and immediately a huge smile lit my face. The price, though, was the aching pain from all my ligaments in my knees and ankles. My right foot had ballooned and I couldn’t walk at all. Later that morning I hobbled to the finisher’s ceremony, basked in the shared delight of all those who had reached the goal, but inside was an almost indescribable feeling.

So many years of my life had been consumed by this passion of Norseman, month after month of dragging myself out to train, year after year of life that had seemed to conspire to try to rob me off this single goal. Yet I’d finally achieved it. I had achieved something so extraordinary in my life that nobody could take away from me now.

All those cold winter nights running, the freezing loch in the open water swims, the driving, torrential rain as I climbed Cairn o’ Mount on the bike.... the hell and misery that life had thrown at me, losing my wife, my children, my job...

But now, finally, I could stare it back in the face and scream “F*ck you”.

I made it.

I am a Norseman.






Kevin, Andreas, Minttu, Kenny, me


My swollen leg, foot and ankle
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Sat Aug 14, 2010 6:13 pm vickich
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Oh Gus...I rarely get choked when reading IM reports or watching IM events. I find them inspiring, and am in awe of peoples stories of overcoming adversity but rarely shed a tear. Probably because I don't aspire to be a triathlete, so don't feel that connected to the sport. However, your report had my bottom lip trembling and me reaching for the hankies.

I've followed your blog from the start and not only are you an inspiration and credit to the sport, but as a human being too. The way you've handled things over the last 2yrs, with dignity, is something you should be very proud of. And one day, your daughters will find out the truth and will be very proud to call you their dad.

Congratulations buddy Very Happy
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Sat Aug 14, 2010 6:31 pm cygnusx
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Awesome read! Very inspirational - well done.
Sat Aug 14, 2010 6:32 pm Sue
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Like Vickie,Ive followed n tried to support, by trying to find the right words at the right time in your journey.
Ive had tears in my eyes many times for you.
But now you have overcome the Norseman, joined that elite group of Norsepeople. This is a very tough challenge that you have overcome n achieve
--and now you can still keep overcoming all the stuff that is still being thrown your way, you have proved your strength.
You know you are right. You will get to a smoother rode some time ahead. Be proud with your Norseman achievement
--and your lifes conquors.
Very well done.
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What a totally awesome effort Gus, and an awesome report too Very Happy

Since the day I first "met" you on TT, and in particular the moment on the road to Dyranut in 2008 when you cursed the fact that there were no hills in East Anglia, I too have followed your blog with great interest and your desire to go back and tame the beast that is Norseman. I cannot imagine how it must have felt to have got so near and had your dream taken from you, especially to have it happen on that awful, awful hill Sad To simply have the guts to go back and try again, especially given the two years you have had, is an astonishing achievement in itself; to go back and reach the finish line is just tremendous.

Your report is just brilliant, and gives a real insight to those that have not expereienced it into just how bloody hard that race is - it brought back many, many memories for me, both good and bad.

Am over the moon that you have your Norseman t-shirt at last - wear it with pride Cool

And congratulations to Kevin too - he was a great supporter in 2008, so fantastic that he now has his t-shirt too Very Happy

Sat Aug 14, 2010 8:22 pm mrchopsaloty
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Top bombing! I delayed my dinner tonight reading your race report. Now, as I tuck into a large plate of pasta Wink I can't help but ask, how is the foot?
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One of the best race reports I've read. Raises the bar on "true grit". That's some incredible emotional as well as physical strength you've shown. I'm so pleased for your success Smile
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Sat Aug 14, 2010 9:54 pm Bainsy
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Gus

Truly awesome effort - many congratulations. And................what a report - i suspect that writing that down probably slew some demons as well

What's next fella?

Still hope to catch you uip in Aberdeen at some point

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Gus' Triathlon History & Race Plan
 
2017
May - Loch Loman HIM?
July - Cairngorm HIM?
Sept - St Andrews HIM?

2016
Nowt!

2015
Nowt!

2014
Dec: Challenge Bahrain HIM
Sept: Wasdale HIM

2013
Oh dear Lord, this is getting embarrassing.
Fatter. Just Fatter.

2012
Write-off again! Got even fatter & lazier...
Another wasted year.

2011
Write-off! Got fat & lazy...
Wasted year.

2010
Norseman Xtreme (Norway)
HIM self-supported (UK)


2009
Norseman CANCELLED
Self-supported HIM CANCELLED
Wetherby Tri CANCELLED


2008
Norseman Xtreme (Norway)
Self-supported HIM (UK)
Norwich Olympic (UK)
Fritton Lake Olympic (UK)

2007
Cambridge Olympic (UK)
Norwich Olympic (UK)
Fritton Lake Sprint (UK)

2006
Got fat & lazy

2005
Geneva Sprint (Switzerland)
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Who on earth is this Gus anyway ?
 
North Yorkshire born & bred, but spent five years in the dark, wet depths of Cumbria as a teenager. Loved those fells!

Newcastly Poly for one year, but got kicked out for enjoying myself too much, then North Staffs Poly (yuk) for 3 years studying Estate Management. Ended up as a Chartered Investment Surveyor for 10 years, living in London, Leeds and finally Glasgow (lived overlooking Loch Lomond.... most beautiful place on earth).

Career-changed during my mid-life crisis at 30: Threw away a high-flying career to go to Plymouth Uni for 1 year then spent the next 5 years working offshore all round the world in the oil industry.

Back onshore in 2003: Marketing Manager in Norwich, then Geneva, then Lowestoft (wow, glamorous!). After being VP Africa for an oil exploration company in Surrey the recession kicked me out and sitting twiddling my thumbs!

I had an awful French, gold-digging wife who developed mad cow disease, divorced me after just 5 years and walked away with my two baby daughters a very wealthy woman, leaving me facing bankruptcy. Sadly we learn by our mistakes.

Got into Tri's after my 53yr old boss in Geneva shamed me into doing one after he completed the Geneva. Once started, quickly hooked!
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