Everything Except A Newborn Baby

Monday, August 18th. Endurance Challenge 2068 Tour of Munster Day 2.


We ENDURED for Breakthrough Cancer Research

It’s all about people, isn’t it? The people working at Breakthrough Cancer Research are there to help people. Those of us cycling today were there to support Endurance Challenge 2068, in turn helping others.
A slow re-run of my mental slideshow of the week brings people into focus, and brings with it a clear view of each person’s intent to be there for others. Yes, we love our bikes and our cycling egos. Yes, we will betimes do our dammdest to outclock one another on a carefully-targeted Strava segment. Yes, we can seem to think more about our bikes than anything else!
But here’s the punchline…we do it all to be social. To be with people whose bike-passion is similar; to have the craic over coffee, sometimes to claim little bragging rights or to at least offer stiff excuses to negate the tiny victories of good friends!
The real reason we biked the 106 miles through three counties today was to support one another on a life-journey. Actually, seeing that in print sounds a bit corny, but I’ll not withdraw it! I spoke with Eddie on the final roll to the finish, and he commented on how much the ten days had meant to him. “It had everything except a new-born baby!”, was his summing up. He’s just about right, I’d say, as my memories of five of the days will prove to me.
The details of where I went, and how much I enjoyed the cycling must wait until the latter end of this article, as I attempt to do my summing up of the most important part of the week…the wonderful people who I met with, spoke with briefly or at length, and shared with me a small portion of their story.
As I mentioned earlier, the memories are a slow-motion slideshow on my mind, and I am grateful for each and every slide! Some are slightly blurred as I remember certain conversations but not the name of the biker, while others are crystal clear. As in life, some central characters made strong impression, while others played a supporting role. All are part of the show, as we rolled on from Limerick, to O’Brien’s Bridge, Birdhill, Cappamore, Bansha, Tipperary, Cahir, Clogheen, Lismore, Tallow and Dungourney before arriving to a rapturous welcome in Midleton.

He knows he's nearly there!

Taken in Dungourney, Sean knows he’s nearly there!

So, my attempt to bring some slides into focus includes the following (in no particular order):

  • Oonagh, who is off doing a half-ironman in two weeks
  • Ger, a teacher from Farranfore who was in his younger days teaching near Dungarvan, and renting in Fitzgeralds Terrace, my childhood homeplace. We swapped lovely stories of a wonderful Stradbally man, Sean Ahearne.
  • Leonard is married to a lady from Seapark, Abbeyside
  • Peter brings music to Dungarvan, working in the piano business
  • Two proud Tipperary men (Johnny & ???) , quietly savouring the match result, yet knowing that it was the strength of the Rebel boys (and girls too!) that brought them safely to the finish line. Perhaps, the Premier boys will cross next month’s finish line just a little bit ahead?
  • Donie…jeepers lad, you had a lot to put up with from me, but the cycling was massive. Thank you
  • Johnny, you too had a restless night, and yet the support on the road was top notch!
  • Tony, thanks for the chats, the fist-thumping and your gentle leadership along the way. You won’t forget we have a little cycle trip in the planning for the Autumn?
  • Brendan, I’d love to be as mad as ya, and as sound as ya at the same time! Brendan paid me the ULTIMATE compliment when he said in a strong Cork brogue: “You know, the other fella is the road captain…but you are the general!” (Ego now downsizing again after that out-of-characher blip…)
  • Nessa, I’m gonna get my head chopped off for this, but…if I were a woman, I’d be a Nessa!
  • Eoin, working the Dungarvan circuit, unknowingly tried to destabilise me with High5 Zero electrolytes
  • Catherine for the hidden stash of Bassett sweets and your extraordinary care for us throughout
  • Tommy, Kieran, Jim and Brian…the long road is shortened with good stories. I’m still wondering who sponsored the shorts?
  • Niall, what can I say? I caught a sideways glance at the finish. You were so proud of us, and of the entire event. Rightly so too, captain, my captain! Were it not for you I might not have been at the start line. This entire event was an immense accomplishment on your part!
  • Bernie, you looked a wee bit shocked as I pointed out the run section of our local Waterford Adventure Race atop the Vee
  • Nick, you grew rapidly into your role as road-captain, thrust upon you by circumstances. You will surely never ckimb the Vee again with such satisfaction, keeping a group of 31 together all the way to the summit!
  • Eugene…it was a huge privilege to be with you. Your reaction to the views near the Vee hairpin made me even more aware of the beauty on my Waterford / Tipperary doorstep!
  • Mike, back from a fundraising cycle for the Hospice Foundation in Spain, content to fund it yourself, and repeat the dose again around most of Ireland. You’re the main man!
  • James & Sean… are getting used to all the kudos for this mammoth event? I learned a lot from listening to bits of your life-story, and like many many others, I was inspired to go the extra mile, not just on this event, but along life’s twisty road ahead.
  • The huge contingent from Midleton CTC…ye made this tour EPIC.

James Colbert: helluva determined man!

After that ramble, the details of the cycling seem less important. To offer a brief summary, we cycled the 106 miles with a tailwind, stopped briefly at 11.59am and offered a silent prayer, pushed on through the Premier County to lunch in Cahir, before approaching Clogheen with caution. Many in the group had developed myths about the Vee. There were worried questions that needed answering. Here’s the lowdown: the group were of one mind. We decided to keep all 31 together going up, and it is a tribute to Barry & Nick that this plan was executed to perfection. Downwards then through the Déise, the final county on the Endurance Challenge on magnificent roads, before heading on to Tallow and over the border into Midleton.


Please support Breakthrough cancer Research

I learned a new word today : stravatise. It’s a verb. The act of logging a journey on strava. Well holy God!


On the open road

The Irish Examiner has a great article today about the event. Not the same little quirky bits you see on blogs, but important nevertheless. Final word to James: It is only when cancer “touches someone close to you” that all your trust and hope goes into treatments, which stem from cancer research. “We really hope our challenge will raise much needed awareness and funds for Breakthrough Cancer Research,” he said.. Here’s the full story.

I've never been more proud of two medals!

I’ve never been more proud of two medals!

Hope lives here.   Website: Hope Lives Here


Racing in Clashmore

Clashmore 5, Friday 13th June, 2014.

And so it continues…another race in the bag!
The sixth race in the Ger Wyley Sports / Skins Summer Series brought us to the picturesque village of Clashmore near the Cork border on a most beautiful evening of summer sunshine. Temperatures soared to 22 Celsius during the afternoon and even at the start line at 8pm it was hot.
I think there seems to be some ingenious minds planning these races. I mention this because I’ve noticed a little pattern. The first half-mile section of this race was on a slight downhill. Same in Portlaw, Ardmore and Touraneena in recent weeks. I like that as it gave me a chance to get the heart-rate up quickly without hurting my legs.
Race target time 45 minutes.
Mile 1: Very warm. No breeze. Coming through the village, it was great to see the locals out supporting us and encouraging us along. Once out the low road to Aglish the hurt began. Here we were faced with a gradual rise.  My legs told me to back off a slightly and certainly my head agreed. Time 8:35
Mile 2: sweet Jesus! It just kept going up gradually. Nothing horrible, but definitely the warning-bells were ringing. I had cycled this road many times and never even noticed the drag. Here also, the road is pretty straight, and it suited me best to put my head down rather than looking at the line of athletes stretching ahead in the (far) distance. Here also, my head was playing games with me! Would I aim for a middle-of-the-road time? Or perhaps go-for-broke? The final option also seemed enticing: relax and take in the stunning summer evening? Too early in the race to decide, because of the big hill at 2.5 miles. However, the lazy option was cast aside. I came to Clashmore to race. I can return any summer afternoon to smell the roses!
I picked off three or four runners as mile 2 progressed, but did so carefully. In turn I too was picked off, and that gave me a target person to track. Time 9:38.Total time for 2 miles 18:18. That’ll do nicely , thank you very much!
Mile 3: Turning right, the hill beckoned. Not yet hard, but unrelenting. Several runners walked to recover and prepare for the mountain. Good idea. I stayed going at a slower pace. God, it was hot, and not even a late-evening breeze! Turning right again, I could see the challenge directly ahead. As luck would have it, one of the runners I passed earlier caught up and went slightly ahead. I stayed on his heels. In fact I stayed on his heels all the way to the top. Worked really hard at it, was happy with my pace. I knew that I could not sensibly have gone up and harder. Max elevation from start line was 330 feet. Time 10:11 Total 28:29.
Mile 4: The hill crested at 3.2 miles and I breathed a sigh of relief. Short-lived, unfortunately, because I would need to work hard downhill all the way to the finish line to make the cut. Recovering for no more than a minute, I pushed on to close a 30 yard gap. And I did close it, but discovered later that I had closed it too quickly because after catching the spider I could not hold on. Time to back off a bit. Still pushing hard, the head can play tricks when that happens. Again I was helped out by another passer, and this time I managed to stay within touching distance. Time 8:11 Total 36:40
Mile 5: Long strides. Felt alternately very good and not so. My mountain pacer passed by again and off he went. I was tiring. I was hitting my wall. As I neared the church at the bottom of the hill a friend passed by with a word of encouragement, and opened up a 20-yard gap by the junction.
I knew the road back to the finish. There’s a slight drag to the pub on the corner, and I put my head down and pushed the pace as hard as I could. The finishing 100 yard straight to the Old Still (race sponsor) is downhill and I tumbled across in 44:50. Last 0.98 mile 7:51
Plenty water at the finish, but before I could drink it, I needed to pour it over me.
My official time was 45:08.  Once again my watch was locked at the start gun. I must rtfm. Read the f****n manual!

The Old Still, Clashmore, county Waterford

The Old Still, Clashmore, County Waterford

Post race: the best showers ever at the local GAA club, refreshments at The Old Still, good chatting outside, and back to the Old Boro.
Review: A race is for racing. 100 percent all going well. And tonight. in Clashmore I did give it welly. Average HR 92% and 1:06 anaerobic at the end. This was a tough circuit, in very warm conditions. Glad now that it’s done! Brilliant training for my upcoming triathlon. It would be near impossible to do that in training!

What a beautiiful warm summer evening in Clashmore!

Farmer’s tan.

WWAC race report here

Clashmore picture gallery here.

World Cup update : Holland tore Spain asunder to win 5 –  1. They destroyed them with stunning football. What an absolute shock! Good for the game, though. Crystal Palace captain Jedinak was playing for Australia but they were beaten 3 –  1 by Chile.


Who do you think will win the world Cup 2014? What about an unfancied team outside bet? Share some thoughts…