Falls of Foyers
Great day at the Tour of Britain
View from the top of the bus
Thanks for the comments and encouragement on the last post, but I knew with the new diet that it would be a struggle as it’s all fairly new but did not realise how much. As mentioned in the last post, compare my hr from a similar run avg a few months ago in the 160s, compared with today’s avg in the high 180s.
10 miles into the marathon and I am pulling out. Just 4wks into a keto, low carb high fat diet and I have no energy. My heart rate is 20 beats higher than normal evenwhen when I slow down. First dnf but at least it was not a dns. #itsallpartofthejourney
Another one from today, of someone watching a show whose expression caught my eye
Some photo from today’s visit to the Edinburgh Fringe
Abigail at the start of her big America adventure
Okay apologies for not posting last night but I was tired and just wanted sleep.
The full story is below but for those who just want the summary. I completed the Outlaw in 14.44.52.
Swim goal 1:30 – actual 1:31
Bike goal 7hrs – actual 7:03
Run goal 5hrs – actual 5:51
Swim: my training for the swim was not ideal with a shoulder injury, laziness and work commitments I probably only swam a dozen or so times this year but I did manage to get in a 2 mile swim a few weeks ago so knew I could do it.
The swim was warm, I am terrible at sighting so just used the people around me to make sure I was going straight. It also was good to see people around me as I knew that not last!
At the turn I checked my watch and it was 0:45 so I knew I was on time. The way back was uneventful although I did slow down to pee before exciting the water (am art form while trying to keep swimming).
Out in just over my goal of 1:30
Bike: in training my longest ride say around 70 miles but I was looking forward to pushing myself to over 100 miles.
I set of to too fast but was just enjoying the day, my goal was to keep up with Eric (962) who climbed faster but I would catch him on the flat and we would chat until the next hill . On the second loop which contained the hills be would lose me as I went though my own mental fight… You see it is so easy when you start to struggle to get caught up and keep pedalling slow rather then to keep pushing, and every opportunity I would try to increase my cadence to keep the legs turning but I was beginning to feel my hamstring tighten but more on that later.
At the start of the third loop, Gillian was there to cheer me on… I had to fight back the tears for the next mile as I thought about the support, encouragement and even self sacrifice that Gillian had made to help me get here.
The rest of the bike loop was uneventful, all the riders who previously were chatting were now quiet, going though own hell.
After seeing Gillian after the loop of was a short ride back before starting the run. After starting fast the second half of the ride evened it out and I completed it in just over 7hrs.
Run or should I say as the autocorrect on my phone typed Ruin – training had went well but a few weeks ago during my taper I had to stop 6m into a run as my hamstring went and I had to limp home.
I knew this would be an issue but had hoped to get at least a few hours into the run before it flared up. Unfortunately just a mile into the run I felt it go and had to resort to walking and that day me for the rest of the marathon… Walking and then trying to run, in some cases I would manage half a mile other times only a few steps… But I pushed on knowing that even if I walked I would make it well within the time..Gillian was there each loop to encourage me and even kick my ass…
Many of times during the run there was tears not of emotion but of pain as I tried to keep going. Although many of my fellow triathletes had resorted to walking I was still making headway as I could manage the occasional run.
After the numerous loops I was in the home straight full of emotions… Regret that I did not make my 14hr goal, joy that I was going to compete it and respect for those around me… Some of which had still to do another lap.
I then heard those words “Stuart Gillespie, you are an OUTLAW” and the pain seemed worth it.
Thanks to everyone who helped me on this journey, especially Gillian, Abigail and Lynn. All my running buddies and Larkhall Avondale swimming club for the morning swims (when I could make it).
Stuart “the Ironman” Gillespie