So it is Wednesday, the week after the race and I am finally coming around to saying a few words. Before I begin all the info on results and pictures can be found here at http://killarneyadventurerace.com/ and on facebook at https://www.facebook.com/KillarneyAR?fref=ts.
I might actually start this one from the end and explain how things went wrong on the day. Let me say first of all that it was an amazing race and the organization was top class. That was until one man made one hell of a mistake!
In the weeks leading up to this race I had trained hard, raced well and ate as healthily as I could, therefore when one mistake by a marshall ruins a great chance of a good result it can be hard to take. As it was my first time of really having a chance to be in top three on a regular basis or maybe even win, it hit me hard when all fell apart last Saturday.
Our little group on the cycle ( I’m there in the middle, red shoes!)
After a great 7km hill run on strickeen hill to start I found myself in the chasing pack for the cycle. The cycle was tough but I found myself enjoying the downhills more than ever and the uphills really felt ok. The views through the fog and early morning mist were fantastic with the odd flock of sheep doing their best to derail a few cyclists. A group of four of us chased the top three coming to the end of the bike stage and I was exactly where I wanted to be. I knew the run would sort out the final positions. An 18km mountain run up and down Mangerton mountain. At the 5km mark in the run things all went wrong, I had just moved into 3rd place when my stomach started to give me trouble. A quick toilet break and a drop to 5th place was no problem, the main problem would be around the corner at the bottom of the hill. As I rounded the corner I was met by the top 4 lads running back towards me explaining we had been marshalled in the wrong direction. We ran back up the trail meeting all the top 15 athletes coming down towards us. We gathered in a group and decided the race was over as a contest. Some had done 4 km more than others and down a hill to add to that. We all decided to finish the course and not to dib in at the finish line. We carried on up Mangerton and back down again. Considering everyone was so dissapointed, be it that they were in with a winning chance, a chance of a PB, or a chance of good adventure series points, there was still some great stories, craic and fun as we plodded our way to the finish. Personally the run and cycle home was tough as the adrenalin and motivation that was driving me on had disappeared.
I crossed the line after 4 hours of racing and to be totally honest I haven’t felt so deflated in years. A total anti climax to what could of been a complete opposite feeling. These things happen though, and I think these events make you stronger and mentally fitter in many ways.
A nice shot of the kayak stage on Muckross Lake.
Next up is Sea to Summit in November and I’m looking to bring my time down and possibly break the 3 hour mark for the first time in this race.