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    Just one more sleep!!

    Take four friends, one epic road trip that lasted almost 16 hours and two cheap-ass hotel rooms, and what do you get? Ironman 70.3 Race Weekend, of course! Three sleeps to go… We arrived here on Thursday night, having decided to spread the load over two days before Race Day Sunday.  And immediately realised it was the best decision we’ve ever made. First, it’s HOT. And terribly humid.   Perspiration?  What perspiration?  I was sweating like a damn pig!  And I huffed and puffed all the way up the stairs to our room. On the upside, we had two full days to acclimatise and were looking forward to seeing our…

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    Die Burger Cycle Tour wrap-up

    To most, this is just photo of me on my bike, riding along some arb road, doing some arb cycle race.  But I remember the exact place where this pic was taken.  I know exactly how I felt.  I dared not look around or speak to anyone.  The only thing on my mind was the fact that the stomach cramps were back, and so began my plea to the universe: Pleasepleasepleaseplease don’t let me poop my pants… Having received special permission from my office to ride Die Burger Cycle Tour, I was a little concerned when my tummy expressed its general unhappiness by refusing to hold onto any kind of…

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    My outsides feel like candyfloss

    I can’t blame it on peer pressure.  It was me. All me. There was gentle encouragement though.  “Maybe it will help.”  “Maybe it will make you feel better.”  “Just imagine having no worries.  No fear. No panic.”  “It’s not cheating.” “No,” I thought.  “It’s just so wrong.  My friends won’t approve.  Da Husband will be furious. And concerned.  What if my mom finds out?  I need to research the side effects.” But I succumbed.  I took the two yellow pills.  Then another two.   And now I take two yellow pills, three times a day. They told me it’s not addictive.  That, soon, I will be able to use just one…

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    Inspiration

    After a terrible swim on Saturday that left me wheezing like a 75-year-old man with emphysema (before even swimming 100m), I spent the rest of the weekend feeling beaten, deflated and wondering whether this 70.3 dream is just one of my crazy schemes. It also involved eating leftover rainbow cake from Da Chicks birthday party and doing the ugly cry in quiet moments locked away in the bathroom. Then I started doing some research on possible reasons for my condition in the water and by sheer accident discovered the awesomeness which is swimbikemom.com. (Check out http://www.swimbikemom.com/2011/04/panic-bike-walk.html.) I’m SO inspired by her journey… So inspired that I started doing the ugly…

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    Rest Week & Time Trials

    The week’s been fairly relaxed, training-wise, as we’re enjoying a week of rest ahead of Block 3 of our training programme which, according to Steve, will be cranking things up a notch or five. In the coming weeks we’ll start to do early Friday morning swims in the Waterfront Canal (ACK!!!) and I hope that by that time the open water panic attacks would have come to an end. While we won’t be doing much training, this actually happens to be time trial week and I’m excited to see if my time’s improved in the 1km swim.  And, as it’s Da Chick’s school concert on Thursday night, I will do…