Thursday, January 27, 2011

Those Who Inspire

A few days ago a regular email update arrived in my inbox from the Ocean Swim Series.  I've never done the Ocean Swim events (might have something to do with my earlier hatred of open water swimming), but they've always been something that I've thought I should probably do in the future.  Afterall, if I can do the ironman swim then what's a measly 3km ocean swim?

Anyway, I digress.  In the update was a plug for a blog by Geoff and his upcoming attempt to swim across Cook Strait.  He's 60 years old and, if successful, will become the oldest person to make the crossing.  He's only recently started blogging about the attempt and hopes to do the swim by the end of January (determined by tidal flows).

I have no aspirations to swim Cook Strait (although who knows, 10 years ago I would have told you I had no aspirations to run a marathon and I now have two under my belt and a third just 36 days away!).  Reading Geoff's blog, however, is really inspirational.  Here is a normal, everyday person, holding down a job, being active, setting out to do an extraordinary thing and it is that type of person that I really identify with.

My inspiration to do Ironman is the same.  While the Chrissie Wellingtons, Cameron Browns, Terenzo Bozzones, Jo Lawns, Gina Crawfords and Mirinda Carfraes of this world are all amazing Ironman athletes, and deserve our admiration and support, they are not the ones that have inspired me to do ironman and nor do I aspire to be like them.

When the going gets tough in my training (and it frequently does at the moment), I think about the normal, average, everyday people like me, gutsing it out and achieving what many would dismiss as too difficult, too long, or just downright insane.  In this very reflective entry to my blog, then, I'd like to pay tribute to those people who have inspired me along my journey.

Firstly, all there's the people in previous Ironman New Zealand (IMNZ) events who have made it onto the TV News each year as they come in just minutes before the 17 hour deadline.  I have watched those brief news bulletins, usually with tears in my eyes, as I share the emotion and joy of those finishers.  What a day they must have had, and an experience they will never forget.  They've refused to stop believing in themselves and fully deserve the bragging rights they worked so hard to earn.

Then came along Kerry.  I met him in 2004 at a conference and as talk got around to the various fitness activities we get involved with (I was running at the time), his colleague proudly informed me that Kerry had done ironman.  Wow.  Here was a "real" person, with a family and a full time job, that had actually done this event which had, in my mind, been a bit of an abstract television occurrence.  I had never had any personal connection to the event outside watching clips of it on TV and suddenly here was a normal everyday person who also happened to be an ironman.  Suddenly the event seemed more real and the seed of possibility was sown.

As the seed germinated, I met Charmayne.  Charmayne made contact through the GoTRIbal website, an international networking website for women doing triathlon, and we met up one day as she was passing through town on her way back from one of the multitude of womens' triathlon events she was taking part in up and down the country.  She convinced me to go to Taupo to watch the 2010 Ironman event and we met up there as well and talked all things ironman and, in particular, Taupo.  Charmayne had done a lot of short distance tris but was inspired to attempt ironman and was thinking that, before age got in her way, 2011 would be "the year".

By the time I got to Taupo I was pretty certain that I wanted to do ironman, but the weekend proved to be the clincher.  The atmosphere, the crowd, the volunteers, the commentators.  It was an amazing experience and as I heard the familiar refrain from Mike Reilly calling "(name).....YOU ARE AN IRONMAN!" to each person as they came down the finish chute, I knew that I wanted to be on the receiving end of that call in 2011.  (By the way, Mike's 100th time calling ironman races will be at IMNZ 2011.)

As I started training I did what I'm sure most ironman novices do and that is start trawling the web for fellow iron virgins with which to share the journey with.  There are plenty of websites around and I quickly amassed a number of (old) blogs to look at but nothing came up for Ironman New Zealand in 2011.  That was until I came across Ironjack, via the IMNZ page on Facebook.

Jacky (aka Ironjack) describes herself as "...a 35 year old, overweight, self-employed mother of two small boys...".  Her goal?  To complete NZ Ironman in 2011 and "...to prove that an ordinary, everyday, unfit, overweight working mother can complete Ironman and that you don’t have to be a professional, elite sportsperson.  Along the way, I hope to not only improve my own health and wellbeing and that of my family, but also to inspire other women and mothers like me to get out there and achieve something big."

As if that wasn't enough, Jacky had set up a website for Ironjack to raise awareness of and money for the Silver Ribbon Foundation (for gynaecological cancer research).

Raising two kids and training for a cause as well - she leaves me in the dust, but it was clear she was speaking my language and so I started following her updates, passing on the odd bit of encouragement and generally sharing in her journey.  As the weeks passed our friendship developed and her training updates on Facebook quickly became a source of inspiration and reflection.  How was Jacky's training comparing to mine?  Oh no, I have a saddle sore - how did Jacky deal with it?  Drat, she's had a bad day with the wind on the bike - how did I cope with the same situation that might help her?  And so on.

We haven't met in person yet (watch out when that happens, Taupo, during IM week!) but sharing our training triumphs and challenges as we edge closer to I-Day has definitely made the journey that much more manageable.

So as I'm struggling my way through the last few kilometres of a run, or battling into yet another Canterbury gale-force headwind, my mind visualises Kerry (a real person who's done this), Mike Reilly (yelling out "Toni ...  YOU ARE AN IRONMAN!), Charmayne (age really is no barrier) and Jacky (super iron-mum), as well as the thousands of people who have been there before and proven that a bit of extra effort really can turn the ordinary into extraordinary.


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Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Getting Organised

All of a sudden a lot of what I'm sorting out at the moment are actual details for Taupo - it's not just about training...although there's still a lot of training happening!

First of all there was a clothing malfunction to sort out.  The plastic pull tag on the zip of my purple 2XU trisuit decided to pull away (literally) leaving the whole outfit in no fit state for an ironman event, when everything must be in perfect working order.  At least it didn't happen the day before...  So it was down to The Frontrunner for a replacement.  My entry into the South Island Half Ironman came with a free 2XU tri top so I figured I really only need a new pair of tri pants - so that's what I got.  I've now gone from wearing a "unique" easily recognisable purple one piece suit to a black two piece ensemble that will probably be impossible to pick out in a crowd.  Never mind, comfort is more important and the pants are awesome.

Then my drink bottle holder on the bike started coming loose.  And, no, simply tightening the screws didn't help - in fact the screws weren't loose.  It was the bits embedded in the bike frame, that the screws screw into, that had started to pull out of the frame.  Confused?  Don't worry, St Pete was, too, when I tried to explain it to him!  Never mind, a quick trip down to John Bull soon got that sorted out.  Nothing like refixing the mounts and using bigger screws to fix it.  There's no moving the bottle holder now.  I hope.

Finally, had a rejig of my nutrition - call that a complete change...!  Current top contenders are PowerBar Gels (I know these will be provided on course), PowerBar Gel Blasts (like wine gums but softer and they don't stick to your teeth) and Em's Power Cookies (just all round oaty, chocolatey goodness, and made by Emily Miazga, the effervescent woman and Coast to Coast winner who runs alongside Tour de France riders in nothing but a yellow bikini).  Oh, and the Horley's Hydration drink - that hasn't changed. Yum!!!

Must start looking out for distinctive stickers for my bike helmet....don't want to be getting lost in the crowd now.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

The Jigsaw is Coming Together

With less than 7 weeks to go now until Ironman New Zealand, reality is starting to hit.  I am actually going to do this and I am now starting to alternate between excitement, anticipation and downright fear.

The fear, of course, is perfectly natural, and to be expected.  Ironman challenges you and will ask you some pretty tough questions on the day.  Are you up to it?

Of course the rational part of me knows that I am.  I started out on this journey knowing that while I'm not a natural athlete, I have demonstrated an ability to go long.  I've done 100km plus bike events (Le Race, Rainbow Rage, Source to Sea).  I've run two marathons (Christchurch and Buller).  I've done the Oxfam Trailwalker, a 32 hour endurance walk covering 100km.  And of course I've done the South Island Half Ironman.

What's missing, though, is the swim. 

I haven't done any long distance swim events and, quite frankly, the swim leg is my achilles heel.  Yes the Half Ironman required a 1.9km swim but all that really did was confirm the swim as my weakest discipline.  I've talked about my swim demons in previous posts so there's nothing new there, but I've been acutely aware of the need to sort my head out if I'm going to get through the first part of the day.

Today's swim, though, really helped.  It was scheduled to be 4km and included a 2km set and a set of 10 x 100m with the pull buoy.  I haven't ever swum 2km non-stop before, so that was a mental challenge in itself, but when I got to the pool I realised I had also not read the programme properly.  Somehow I had missed the fact that I needed the pull buoy, so hadn't brought it with me.  It wasn't a huge problem, though, as many people simply do the pull sets with a kickboard or two between their legs. 

What I needed to knock off, though, was the 2km set.  So I did the 500m warm up and, before my brain had a chance to think about the distance required, got started on the big one.  It had been raining steadily most of the day but it was warm in the outdoor pool and I found myself in a really good rhythm early on.  I focused on slow, controlled breathing, a slow kick and a steady arm action, concentrating on a controlled pull under the water.  The slow breathing is a bit of a deviation from Coach Dave's advice ("don't be afraid to get your heartrate up", he said of the swim), but I'm finding that slow and steady seems to be working better for me, for now anyway.  If I start working hard, and breathing hard, I'm more likely to start hyperventilating and then I stop swimming and start freaking out about how far I've still got to go!

So, slower and steady goes it, feeling the water and staying calm.  Before you know it I've done 17 laps (1700m) and I'm still feeling really comfortable.  My mind started turning to the other 1000m set and I start thinking why don't I just do a 3000m set rather than a 2000m set? 

So I did.

And then I did the 500m warm down and suddenly 4000m is done, in 1 hour 53 minutes.  (The 3000m set took 1 hour 23min.)  Not hugely fast, but I did it! 

So I've been able to prove to myself that I can swim 3.8km and, with that, the Ironman jigsaw is coming together.  And the swim speedwork?   Well that can be revisited for Ironman 2012...!

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

You Will Get Tired...

Coach Dave really knows how to deliver an understatement.

"You will get tired", he said.

How about: "You will become a walking zombie who will not care if the house burns down around you as long as you can pull the couch or lazy boy out in time so you can have a snooze.  You will cease to find your husband at all amusing when he tries to make a joke.  Your body, while not suffering from aching or sore muscles, will insist on operating at quarter speed while it recharges every single cell which has been systematically depleted over the last two weeks through the schedule of swimming, biking and running that I am about to give you."

That would be a more accurate description.  But no, all I got was "You Will Get Tired". 

And, to make things worse, or to test my dedication to ironman, it all happened over the Christmas/New Year period. 

A time when everyone is drinking and eating up large.  
A time when exercise gets forgotten in favour of socialising and catching up with friends and family.  
A time when everyone is mentally recharging and resting in preparation for the new year.
A time when it is socially acceptable, even expected, to put on a couple of kilos.

Yes, that happens to be the time that training is ramped up and I turn into a walking zombie.

The easiest way of illustrating the time I've had is simply by reproducing the "highlights" of my training log notes.  I send my log to Coach Dave at the end of each week so he can see what I've been up to and there is an option of adding notes if there is anything particularly noteworthy that he should know about.  Throughout the year the notes section has been pretty sparse.  I've done the sessions, ticked off the distances and everything has been pretty straightforward.  

These last couple of weeks, however, my training log has turned into a novella.  Yep, the pressure is on and you'll see the first week I became obsessed with nutrition while in the second week I just got tired (and grumpy) ...  It did finish on a high note though.



Wednesday: (3 hour bike plus 40min run)
Faded on the run – not enough nutrition on bike?  ( ½ one square meal, 1 cheese/marmite sandwich, ½ bottle Horleys replace drink; TOTAL CHO = 81g.  Then had 1 leppin squeezy at end of ride immediately before run; 25g CHO).

Thursday: (90min run)
Awesome run (why couldn’t yesterday’s run have been so good?!!!).  Took 1 Powerbar gel at start then each 30min (3 gels in total – 81g CHO)

Friday: (3 hour bike plus 30min run)
Went out to Blue Duck and then around bottom of Cashmere incl hills so cadence slightly lower.  Had a PowerBar gel every 30min plus one in bike/run transition, plus bottle of Horleys Replace. (6 gels in total plus drink =  200g CHO)

Saturday: (70min swim/2 hour bike/60min run)
Good swim, good bike, excellent run.  Food went well and it seemed to make a difference.  Had Em’s Power Bite in Swim/bike transition then on bike had 2x Em’s Power Bite cookies, 1 PowerBar gel and 1 bottle of Horley’s Replace.  Then had another Em’s cookie in Bike/run transition and had a gel 30min into the run.  166g CHO for the whole session.  Seemed to go really well. 

Sunday: (4 hour bike ... planned)
Awful day – really strong winds blowing me all over the road (barely got onto the aero bars), tired and now the not so proud owner of a saddle sore.  All combined to make biking totally miserable so I called it a day and came home then went and did an hour in the pool.  If yesterday’s session was 8/10 then today was 1/10.

(It makes me feel infinitely better to know that Dave also cancelled his ride that day due to the winds...and he got a flat tyre too!)
 
Wednesday: (4 hour bike)
Epic Fail.  
Got puncture 4km from home.   
CO2 refill wouldn’t work.   
Walked home and pumped up tyre.   
Rode to John Bull to sort out CO2 system.   
They discovered attachment was faulty and give me a new one.  
Try to buy more CO2 canisters off them.  
None in stock. 
Ride to Scotty Browns and buy spare CO2 canisters.   
Start bike (2 hours later).   
4km down the road it starts bucketing down with rain.   
Throw toys out of the cot and bike home.

Thursday: (4 hour bike plus 2 hour run)
Hard ride – got v windy around Brighton and Sumner but glad I got it done after Wednesday’s disaster.  
Run good but started getting gastro troubles an hour in.  Was taking a gel every 30mins.  Had a toilet stop at 60min and then needed another 12 minutes before the end.  With 5mins to go I bonked.  Got finished but felt crap all evening (and nauseous).  Not sure if it was gel related or dehydration (I was regularly taking in water – we had a water pack with us - but it was stinking hot) or just some random stomach bug.  Most likely dehydration I guess.

Friday: (2 hour bike)
Still feeling v average after previous day’s efforts on the run.  Didn’t feel like a quality workout – just ticking it off. 

Saturday: (80min swim/1 hour bike/30min run)
Much improved swim on previous weeks.  Wind got up on the final leg back to the start and it was quite choppy but that didn’t bother me.  If anything it gave me something else to think about other than how far there was left to go!   
Bike was a grind – biked from Pegasus back home and had a strong headwind the whole way. (Turned into a 1hr 20min bike.)
  
Sunday: (180km bike plus 40min run)
Really happy with ride (and run).  Slower than I would have liked (6hr 45min for the bike leg) but I was still pretty tired I guess from the last couple of weeks (note my own understatement here...!).  Also concentrated on doing the distance (rather than focusing on speed/time) and keeping the legs in reasonable shape for the run.  Could have easily continued biking, the only thing giving me any grief towards the end was some lower side back pain.
Now shattered!







Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Wind and Rain, and Screaming Kids, and Wind and Rain

Christmas has come and gone and, all of a sudden, I am staring January in the face.  That's a tiny bit freaky as January is the last month of full-on training before February, which is the taper. 

eek!!!

December has been a mixed bag weather-wise.  The distances in the pool are building up and I am now doing sessions of over 3km in the 50m outdoor pool at Jellie Park.  The outdoor pool is great, although it does become a real test of your patience at times when you have to share it with screaming kids.  (What is it about kids that compels them to scream all the time?)

One particular session occurred during what must have been the last week of school.  I got to the pool at lunchtime to find that every school in Christchurch seemed to have chosen that day to have their end of year pool party at Jellie Park.  The place was absolutely heaving with kids and I'm sure the noise could have been heard from the outer city limits.  It was absolute bedlam and it was all I could do not to turn around and walk straight back out again.

But no, a workout was required and I knew I'd be glad I stuck it out once it was done.  Usually there are 3 or 4 lanes in the outdoor pool roped off for lane swimming.  On this pool party day, however, the lane swimmers were given 1 lane and as it was such a nice day, there were half a dozen swimmers sharing that space, determined to make the most of the weather and not be intimidated into using the indoor pools.

So I jumped in and duly finished the swim.  The lifeguards had their work cut out for them as the kids weren't satisfied with having only 7/8 of the pool and frequently decided they should be able to play in the lane as well. We adult swimmers got our revenge this week, however, when the skies opened and the rain came pouring down.  The kids showed their true colours and retreated inside while we lane swimmers had the outdoor pool all to ourselves, and it was bliss!

Bike sessions have also moved up a notch and 3-4 hour rides are now the norm with 5-6 hour rides coming up next month.  The weather has played its part in this (most frequently the wind) with several days of strong, gale force nor westers.  These winds are notorious, coming straight off the southern alps and gaining temperature and losing moisture across the Canterbury plains until they hit Christchurch as a hot, dry wind that induces migraines and leaves people feeling generally cranky. 

One of the real gains I've noticed, however, is that the winds are affecting me less on the bike than they used to.  Earlier in the year a headwind would knock the stuffing out of me and turn the ride into a complete misery.  Now I hit a headwind and just change into a lower gear and keep spinning away.  Yes, I go a little slower into the wind (as does everyone), but my attitude is completely different and it makes the ride much less torturous. Plus there's always the tailwind to look forward to as well!

The winds, then, didn't hugely affect my training apart from one day when they were strong enough for me to cancel the ride and do a run instead.  Flexibility is a great thing. 

The Christmas weather hasn't stopped there.  We've also had a deluge of rain across the country and that's meant flooded rivers all over the place.  Today I had direct experience of that during my regular bike ride out to Sefton.  It requires me to bypass the motorway and head over the Old Waimakariri Bridge.  However the bridge was closed due to high river levels, a fact I wasn't aware of until I got out there and found the detour signs and cones out across the road.  There was a security guard there as well and so I thought I'd check to see if it was OK for pedestrians/cyclists to go across.

"No, you can't ride over, but we can give you a lift across to the other side", he said. 

What? 

It turns out that Environment Canterbury had a staff member on duty with a ute whose primary responsibility today was to provide a shuttle service for cyclists.  He put the bike on the back of the ute and then drove me and the bike up the motorway to the other side of the river where I could resume my ride. 
The Old Waimak Bridge - the high river level meant nothing was getting across this old dame.

Apparently he had done several trips already this morning and had also found out that cyclists' sense of humour usually showed an inverse correlation to the value of the bike when he told one lycra-clad bloke to "just throw the bike on the back of the ute, mate".  The polite response, I believe, was something like "ah, this bike's worth $20,000, mate - it won't be thrown anywhere". 

oops

Seriously, though, it was a great service being provided by Environment Canterbury and much appreciated by this irongirl - who still had her sense of humour.

Friday, December 17, 2010

The 12 Days of Christmas (Ironman Version)

(Feel free to sing along - you know the tune!)

On the 1st day of Christmas my true love gave to me
  • a Taupo Ironman Entry



On the 2nd day of Christmas my true love gave to me
  • 2 aero wheels
  • and a Taupo Ironman Entry







On the 3rd day of Christmas my true love gave to me
  • 3 spare tubes
  • 2 aero wheels
  • and a Taupo Ironman Entry






On the 4th day of Christmas my true love gave to me
  • 4 sports bras
  • 3 spare tubes
  • 2 aero wheels
  • and a Taupo Ironman Entry





On the 5th day of Christmas my true love gave to me
  • 5 number pins
  • 4 sports bras
  • 3 spare tubes
  • 2 aero wheels
  • and a Taupo Ironman Entry


On the 6th day of Christmas my true love gave to me
  • 6 vaseline tubs
  • 5 number pins
  • 4 sports bras
  • 3 spare tubes
  • 2 aero wheels
  • and a Taupo Ironman Entry




On the 7th day of Christmas my true love gave to me
  • 7 water bottles
  • 6 vaseline tubs
  • 5 number pins
  • 4 sports bras
  • 3 spare tubes
  • 2 aero wheels
  • and a Taupo Ironman Entry

On the 8th day of Christmas my true love gave to me
  • 8 training programmes
  • 7 water bottles
  • 6 vaseline tubs
  • 5 number pins
  • 4 sports bras
  • 3 spare tubes
  • 2 aero wheels
  • and a Taupo Ironman Entry


On the 9th day of Christmas my true love gave to me
  • 9 gooey race gels
  • 8 training programmes
  • 7 water bottles
  • 6 vaseline tubs
  • 5 number pins
  • 4 sports bras
  • 3 spare tubes
  • 2 aero wheels
  • and a Taupo Ironman Entry

On the 10th day of Christmas my true love gave to me
  • 10 lycra tri suits
  • 9 gooey race gels
  • 8 training programmes
  • 7 water bottles
  • 6 vaseline tubs
  • 5 number pins
  • 4 sports bras
  • 3 spare tubes
  • 2 aero wheels
  • and a Taupo Ironman Entry

On the 11th day of Christmas my true love gave to me
  • 11 ripe bananas
  • 10 lycra tri suits
  • 9 gooey race gels
  • 8 training programmes
  • 7 water bottles
  • 6 vaseline tubs
  • 5 number pins
  • 4 sports bras
  • 3 spare tubes
  • 2 aero wheels
  • and a Taupo Ironman Entry

On the 12th day of Christmas my true love gave to me
  • 12 bars of chocolate
...
(because I'm still human, and it is Christmas, and my true love loves me...)
...
  • 11 ripe bananas
  • 10 lycra tri suits
  • 9 gooey race gels
  • 8 training programmes
  • 7 water bottles
  • 6 vaseline tubs
  • 5 number pins
  • 4 sports bras
  • 3 spare tubes
  • 2 aero wheels
  • and a Taupo Ironman Entry





Merry Christmas!!!

Monday, December 13, 2010

A Day to Challenge the Most Determined

Today was one of those training days I'd rather forget.  Well that's not quite true.  There were some definite positives, but it was more of a day that seemed to put more than the usual number of obstacles in the way of a great training day.

I had taken the day off work especially.

Yesterday (Sunday) St Pete was competing in his first ultra marathon, 50km in Hagley Park, and so I had arranged for Sunday to be a rest day for me so I could support him in his quest.  In return, I took today off work so I could complete my traditional long bike ride.

So I was set down to do a 5 hour bike followed by a 60 minute run.  The plan was to break it up into two rides.  First would be a 3 hour circuit out through Kaiapoi, to Sefton, Rangiora and back to Christchurch.  I would call in at home to replenish the food and water supplies on the bike and then head out again for a 2 hour ride around MacLeans Island to Prebbleton and back home.

Simple.

The day dawned fine and warm, and not too windy to start off with and so Pete suggested I put the new aero wheels on.  Great idea.  So it was done and by 8.00am I was out the door.

As I headed out of town the wind started to pick up a bit and, by the time I got to Kaiapoi there was a persistent nor-wester making life reasonably miserable.  Never mind, I thought, once I turn at Sefton it will be on my side and once I turn towards Rangiora it will be behind me all the way back home.

Until then, though, life was challenging.  Having deep dish aero wheels does improve your performance but it's a bit like going from the comfy family station wagon to driving a Formula 1 race car.  In side winds they can be quite twitchy and so you do need to be able to keep your nerve and pay attention to what's happening around you in order to stay on the right trajectory. 

And then there are the trucks.  Big trucks.  Logging trucks.  Milk tankers.  The side winds they generate as they tear past you  with less than half a metre to spare are enough to blow you off your bike if you aren't paying attention and I definitely had a couple of F... moments.

After a reasonable slog, however, I was rewarded with the turn towards Rangiora and I knew from then that I'd be able to make the most of my speed wheels and have a great run back into Christchurch (and get my average speed for the ride up as well!).  For half an hour I had a fantastic time, getting up to about 44km/hr.  It felt really good, powering along and the wheels were doing their thing in fine style. 

And then it turned to custard.

Just as I was approaching the bridge that goes over the motorway, just before the Waimak bridge, I realised that the back wheel didn't feel right.  I stopped to check it and, sure enough, it was punctured.  Bugger.

Never mind, I had a spare tube and so set about replacing it.  Unfortunately I only one spare tube so it was going to be a case of getting home and then changing the wheels over and using the regular wheels for the second ride.  Not to worry, I set off again.

And got about 3km down the road.  To Belfast, just on the outskirts of the city.

Yep, the back wheel was flat again and this time I was stuck.  I didn't have another tube and so the SOS phonecall went out to St Pete (who had also taken the day off work) to come out and get me.  Damn.

We got home and I proceeded to change the wheels over and, while doing so, noticed that the tyre on the front wheel had a pretty big bulge in it.  Double damn.  A quick ride around to the bike shop confirmed my worst fears - the tyre was stuffed (broken they called it) and was likely to blow at any time.  Even worse, a blowout on the front wheel could be pretty nasty so I really didn't want to be riding it at all.

New tyre on wheel, and wheel back on bike, I finally headed out the door for my second ride at 1.00pm - two hours behind schedule and feeling reasonably fed up with the whole thing.  Because my first ride had only lasted 2 hours 30 minutes I needed to increase the second ride and so had to aim for a further 2 hour 30 minute ride. 

By this time, though, the wind had gathered sufficient force to turn the ride into a total grovel.  Heading out to the airport and around the back past MacLeans Island was right into the wind and I finally got to experience a decent tailwind once I crossed over the Old West Coast Road and started heading towards Prebbleton.  As with the stretch from Rangiora earlier in the day, this section of the ride finally put a smile on my face and the wind had increased sufficiently that I was able to hit a top speed of 48km/hr.  Awesome!

Of course it didn't last nearly long enough and before long I was back at Halswell and riding around Cashmere and up Colombo St, again into the wind, before getting home.

By the time I walked the bike through the front door at home it was 3.45pm and I was completely over the day.  Physically I could have done the run as scheduled.  Mentally I just couldn't drum up the enthusiasm after the events of the day.

The run can wait until tomorrow.