The magic of sunny Donegal

Horn head near the start of our run

In the barron North West lies probably Ireland’s most fabulous county.  This may be debatable among plenty people but in my opinion on a good day it is very hard to beat Donegal. Last weekend I was lucky enough to spend two days training with my good friend Shaun. I know for many of you that read the blog you have seen my posts and heard me gloat about Donegal before, however last weekend really topped it off for me.

Highest point on our coastal run near Horn Head

On Saturday we ran for two hours through forest, coastal trail, bog, beach, road, (covering 19km, 916 metres ascent, 229metres highest point) and stopping regularly for a photo along the way. It really was a completely epic run. Hugging the cliff tops most of the way we ran at a good clip, almost turning our run into intervals. The wind howled through the crevasses in the cliffs and funnelled through the gaps in the trail that led out across the North Atlantic. We saw waterfalls blowing back up in the air and got soaked while stopping to catch this on camera. I got soaked and Shaun failed to get a photo!

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Grunty the seal

As we ran we were suddenly spooked by movement on the beach. We saw a gorgeous seal cub, possible separated from it’s mother. It made it’s way to some rock pools and with a few grunts told us to leave it’s territory. I hope the little seal makes it through. These coastlines are a harsh climate for even the toughest of animals. We stopped beside a cliff face and watch the gulls as they performed acrobatics trying to land on the cliff. They swooped in, missed their landing and would continue to swoop using the wind and their skill until they could land safely on the cliff edge. Just to think people complain about traffic on the way home. I would take it over the possibility of death by smashing into a cliff face.

One of many beautiful inlets we discovered

We made our way down off the cliffs and onto a beach. A cracking beach near Dunfanaghy with sanddunes spread along it’s entirety. We hopped across some rocks and as I went to land on the beach I lost my footing on both legs and ended up ass down in a stream. Hilarious considering all the nasty terrain we had just covered. I had fallen off a rock and onto the beach from about 6 inches high!! Shaun had a great laugh. There was a cave at the source of the stream I had fallen into. During our little excursion into the cave Shaun found a bone, possibly a dolphin or a whale. I tucked it in my pack and Shaun said a friend of his will ID it for him at some stage. Always nice to have a little find on a trail run.

Sunday was an even sunnier day, with the showers disappearing and a frosty night, the sky was blue and the bikes were calling. We went for a 55km spin out to Rosguil Point and back. This was part of ‘The race’ course last year and the memories flooded back. We had done this route on a training day last year when I had bonked and really hadn’t taken it in properly until this Sunday.

Rosguil point views

The cycle was hilly and a great workout. We slowed up on a few possible icy patches where the road was still sheltered but most of the time we kept pushing on and finished the 55km in around 2 hours. It really is a meca for cycling, no doubt the hilliest cycling in Ireland. Every time I come back I realise I am not half the cyclist I could be. The hills will make sure to let me know.

Decent views?

This trip, however short to Donegal, reminds me that wherever life takes me in the coming years I will no doubt come back to this great part of Ireland to train and enjoy myself. Hopefully this good feeling of enjoying training will lead me into the race in Donadea on Saturday in a good frame of mind. A 50km over 5km loops may not be as scenic as the cliffs at Horn Head but no doubt these images will be in my mind as the pain kicks in on race day.


Paris-Roubaix Challenge 2017

It all began at 2am on Friday morning and finished at 6pm on Sunday evening. In that space of time we barely stopped and relaxed but had a blast. The aim of this event was to arrive with your bike, get shipped to the start line and complete 29 sections of cobble (about 55km) and complete a total course of 172km. This should be reasonably handy, logistically, but things are never so good!

We arrived at Dublin airport, flew to Brussels, grabbed two trains, walked out of the station and straight across the road into the hotel without a glitch. David actually said, “this is way to good to be true”, and so it began!


Our hotel in the background and I’m a few feet from the train!

We hopped on the metro which brought us close to the registration point beside the velodrome in Roubaix. We realised it would be busy but an hour later in the queue we were beginning to realise the size of the event.


The end is somewhere in the distance!

After registration we found our bike hire stand and our bikes. The curse was still in play. My bike was a few sizes too small, as was David’s. “Ah ye will be sound”, said the dude renting bikes, just put the saddles up. Now for those that cycle you will understand, there is alot more to the bike fit than saddle height. As David said, I was like a bull. I didn’t know how I was going to ride 170km over cobblestones on this little nelly, but we had no choice. There were no more bikes to rent. We hit off in the direction of our hotel in Lille, hoping to get home, eat and sleep before a 3am start in the morning. Things are never easy. An hours cycle later we  arrived at the hotel. I enjoyed the navigation throught the streets of Lille while cycling with the phone in one hand. I walked in to ask where we could leave bikes for the hotel clerk to say there were no bikes aloud in the hotel. I asked where we could put them, to which they gave me some vague directions. To cut a long story short we bought a big lock, stripped the bikes down to nothing but the frame and brought everything up to the room for the night. The frames stayed attached to a bike rack outside the hotel. We slept for a few hours after a pre race beer (essential). On leaving the hotel, at 3.30am, there were three random bikes in the foyee. If the manager was there at that moment it would of been interesting!

Anyway following my little rant about our logistical trouble things began to pick up. Five hours after we left the hotel we were at the staggered start line pumped up by some great music and two fast, strong cups of coffee. We were off and had no clue what we were really getting ourselves into. We had of course done a 15km warm up before catching our bus. It was far easier cycle the streets in the middle of the night though.

Two selfies near the start, as if one wasn’t enough!!

The race route can be seen on the sign behind me in the next photo. It basically winds through the countryside from a town called Busigny to Roubaix, a total of 172km. The 29 cobble sections are spread out along this route as well as 5000 other cyclists.

The route and the sun is out.

The photo above was taken at our first food stop, a very welcome breakfast after 7 or 8 hours on the go. The course basically varied between lovely smooth country roads and crazy cobble and the next few photos tell the story.

It is very difficult to explain the cobbles unless you actually experience it. Anything over 2km and the arms, wrists and feet start to go numb. You try to relax but the more you relax the more risk of injury with a fall. I saw a few people come off their bikes and I have never seen so many punctures. At one stage I passed a guy with two punctures, not a happy camper. Little villages passed by and we rode through massive open countryside. The TGV train passed by in a blink of the eye and big bunches of cyclists cruised passed us in mini pelothons. We took our time and decided not to race as the experience was what we both wanted.

At our second food stop, around the 108km mark we lay down for a well earned rest while eating and stretching a bit. I quickly hopped up realising my top was getting wet and also realising we had lay in a patch of grass most likely used as a toilet in the not so distant past. David didn’t jump up so fast, saying “I don’t care, I’m too tired to care!”. He soon got up, refueled and was back in action. It was about 30km to the next aid station, including 9 sections of cobble, up to grade 4. I was getting used to things now and the body wasn’t in the same shock as earlier in the day. I stopped to strip off a few layers as it was roasting. A few groups of Irish were about on the day and one passed soon after the stop.

Pit stop

The last 30km, after our last aid station and a quick chat with a lad from dublin,  seemed long. The last section of all events feels long though as you begin to tire and think about the chance of rest and food. It felt more like 50km and I believe it was longer than 30. I was really enjoying the day though and the legs were really good. We were beginning to smash through the cobbles and the last grade 5 was good fun. I rode along the verge for most of it, sometimes only twice the width of the wheel up on the grassy edge. It was certainly a test of biking skills and some nerve. We passed some rows of campervans as well as a huge carpark of them. They were fans getting ready for the pro race the next day. The race has a massive following. If you check out the Paris Roubaix website they have some super links to footage on the course.

Approximately 9.5hours after leaving Busigny we cruised into the velodrome in roubaix for a velodrome lap. This was an experience in itself. It was a weird sensation and felt like cycling on the side of a hill. We took our time as we really didn’t fancy a fall at this stage. We were no doubt well back in the field as we had taken good breaks and were on one of the last buses to arrive in Busigny. The chance to see and take part in such an event was fantastic.

Finish line shot.

An absolutely massive thanks to David for coming up with the idea to do the event and for keeping the head up when we ran into the bike issues after registration. The bikes were super and we had no punctures all day. Thanks to Prompt CC bike rental company for their help.

I will try attach a few videos below to give everyone a bit of an idea for the cobbles. So now it is head in the game for the High Peaks Challenge FKT this day week. No rest for the wicked.

Our first press release for the Peaks Challenge. Thanks Team Donegal Oil for being such incredible organisers and sponsors.

The joy of hills 

Finally a picture of the new mtb, the seat is up a little high I must add.     

This was where we spent a super few days last weekend, at a friends wedding. I even managed a run along canal to take in some of the Oxfordshire countryside. A Beautiful place.

This week has been crazily busy but I managed to squeeze in some good runs, mixing a 5km,9km and a 12km run in with a good session on mountain bike. The latter of the runs was on hills in knockma, a place I mentioned before, but is perfect for hill repeats. I really enjoy the hills, it’s just a shame I’m an hour from most by car. Today myself and a friend cycled a 55km route with some nice climbs included, far more interesting than cycling on flat busy roads I reckon. 

I have to mention the Womens World Cup, a very underrated tournament with some great games and top class players on show. 6 games left and if you haven’t had a chance try catch one at least. A great French team lost to Germany on penalties last night, or p.k’s as they call them in states. Very unlucky for French as they were top class throughout. I will be in Vancouver to soak up the atmosphere during thefinal! 

So Canada awaits this week as I hit for British Columbia for a month. I can’t wait to sample the hills/proper mountains out there! I will post photos as I go and hope to keep fit for gaelforce west in August after I return. 

Back to training week

I am back to relative normality this week after a week of football and fun. Yesterday I completed a good hill session at my favourite Castlehackett and today a core and interval running/cycling session in the gym. The rain outside was torrential with thunder and lightning and severe flooding so the warmth of the gym was the only way to go. I have decided I will most likely sign for the Dingle Adventure race on the 7th of June so my training intensifies as of now!

You can follow the link above to follow the Dingle course. I have been told it will suit me as more running than cycling. Another run, a cycle and hopefully a session onthe mountains will round up this weeks challenges. Il fit my busy work schedual in somehow!!

Session yesterday can be seen below, a slight glitch over the first kilometre but my watch behaved after that.