IronMan · Kit · Swimming · Training

First open water swim

On Tuesday night I had my first experience of open water swimming, and also my first ever swim in a wetsuit.  In typical Sarah fashion, I’d left it all to the last minute, with my arrival at the lake a little over a week away from my first triathlon of the year (we’ll gloss over the fact it’s only my second ever triathlon).

I turned up to Thorpe Open Water Swimming Lake with my pristine wetsuit that had arrived 2 days before.  Thanks, Wiggle, you guys are ace.

Yeah, organised, right?!

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IronMan · Kit · Tips · Training

Balancing act

The fact that I’ve not posted in several months gives you some idea of how difficult I have found it to balance life with training for an IronMan. Committing to training alongside long working hours, a long commute, a house in need of complete renovation and all the other things a 30something woman likes to do is no mean feat. Woe is me, blah blah bah. If you’re reading this the chances are you’re trying to cram in all of this yourself (and probably more) or you might be one of the people I’ve pissed off by not being available for drinks, or for not doing my share of the washing up (when is that bloody dishwasher arriving?!), or another evening when I’ve bailed early as I need to get up at an indescent hour for a training session.

If you’re one of the latter, I’m sorry. I have been crap. I will be better, but probably only until I sign up for something else that’s stupid.

If however, you’re in the first camp, and you’re looking for guidance as to how to train around other commitments, well, I’m probably not your gal. I often get it wrong. I miss sessions. I miss out on fun stuff. I feel like I’m often in the wrong place – training when I should be having fun, or having fun when I should be training. That said, overall, I have absolutely LOVED training for an IronMan so far!

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History · Personal

#IronManning – the beginning

It seemed like a good idea at the time. I wasn’t even drunk.

Life was feeling pretty odd. My thoughts felt constantly complicated. I felt like I needed a new focus. A challenge to really push myself. Too see what I was capable of. To quieten the doubts I often carry around.

It needed to be big. It needed to feel outside of my abilities. Stupidly so, ideally. Something that would surprise others, but most importantly myself.

Bragging rights might come but without doubt it had to had to have a big, shiny medal at the end. If there’s no medal it doesn’t count, right?

medal
Too bloody right! Image: The Running Bible

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