Weymouth Half – the swim (and T1)

16 Sep

We got up stupidly early as triathlons always start before sane people are awake. Stu made an instant porridge, whereas I ate some cold blueberry protein porridge that I had made the day before. It didn’t taste especially delicious as it was so cold, but I thought it was safer to stick to tried and tested. I then had a shower as I wanted to be able to do my hair in a French plait. I’ve tried lots of hairstyles and this seems to be the best way to tie my hair up for the swim and the bike, but I can also fit a bike helmet over it quite easily.

We picked up all of our bags and drove to a car park near to Lodmore Country park where the transition area was set up. It was a short walk, and I managed to locate the right places for my bags. I took my bottles over to my bike and had a chat with the woman whose bike was racked next to mine. her friend came over to ask for some water as there was none available in the transition area. I had a full bottle for before the race and another for one for afterwards (750ml), so I offered him one of mine. That’s one of the things that I like about triathlons – most people are friendly and willing to help others, no matter what their ability is.

It was very windy, so we were told that the race start had been delayed for half an hour whilst the officials decided whether it would be safe for the swim to go ahead. After I had finished sorting out all of my stuff, I headed over to the nearby pub where I heard that James and Ellie had a table. We were soon joined by Liz and Suzanne who had been to have a closer look at the conditions.

Rough sea

Liz captured an image of the rough sea that greeted us in Weymouth © Liz Carter

After a while, we learned that the course had been adjusted and cut in half for the iron distance competitors. I was uncertain whether I would feel reassured if I went to look at the conditions for myself, so I stayed in the warmth and comfort of the pub.

Soon the whole gang had assembled for some pre-race chat/pep talks/hot drinks.

Group photo in the pub

(L-R: Roelie, Gary, James N., Suzanne, Liz, Stu, Clare, Tamsyn & James S.) © Eleanore Coulthard

Ellie was being fantastic in her role as chief supporter. She had even made a banner to wave.

Ellie's banner

Ellie had made a lovely banner to wave © Eleanore Coulthard

No-one was sure when to get ready as sitting around in a wetsuit isn’t pleasant, but eventually we saw the pros start running past the window, so we thought we’d better get ready. It’s very odd stripping off in a pub and putting other clothes on, especially when there were some ordinary people there just having their breakfast with no idea what was going on.

Group photo

Final preparations before heading outside © Eleanore Coulthard

We also made sure that we had our race number tattoos on, which led to a very bizarre conversation.

Someone: Stu, did you need to shave your arm to put your tattoo on?

Stu: No. I just stuck it on top.

Ellie: I did Roelie’s for her this morning.

All: You shaved Roelie’s arm?!!!

Ellie: NO, I put her tattoo on!!!

James getting ready

James enjoyed the opportunity to show off his guns © Eleanore Coulthard

I had one last quick look at my phone and a couple of puff of my inhaler, before handing these items to Ellie for safe keeping. I know that external assistance is not allowed during triathlons, but it comforted me a bit to know that a friend would have one of my inhalers with her if I had an emergency situation. (Also, Ellie is the best friend to have in this kind of situation as she’s a medical student!)


Roelie looking ready for action © Eleanore Coulthard

We headed outside and despite the strong wind, the air temperature felt quite warm. The sea looked cold, but the local weather guru said it was 16°C.

A table showing the sea temperature in Weymouth between 6th and 14th September

A week earlier and the swimming conditions would have been perfect!

The last triathlon that I did in Weymouth was the fantastic Weymouth Classic run by the super local triclub Bustinskin. The sea was perfect then… and we were able to wade out quite a long way before starting to swim. This time people were trying to wade out in the hope of making it through the breakers, but this didn’t seem to be making it any easier than diving into the giant waves.

People starting the sea swim

The sea was so rough that the iron distance competitors only swam 1900m © James Nicolas

We all posed together for one last photo before Stu and James had to hurry off and join the rest of the pink wave competitors.

Pre Weymouth swim group photo

Getting on our game faces before the swim © Eleanore Coulthard

I then stuck with Liz as we’re both near blind without our glasses, which were in our green bags. We handed in our bags, but people tend to give you funny looks if you walk around with your goggles on, even if you’re wearing a wetsuit and swimming hat and are within 200m of the sea!

We headed off to a pre-swim briefing, but there were so many of us that it was difficult to hear. We were told that the course had been changed completely and that we just had to head out towards one yellow buoy, swim west across the bay to another yellow buoy and then head back to the shore for a quick run before heading out and doing the loop again. There was some mention of an Erdinger arch, but I had no idea what was being said and was starting to feel a little nervous. I’ve never done a triathlon with an ‘Australian exit’ before and I was a little concerned – if I stop swimming then I can get cold quite quickly, so leaving the water and then returning might be a problem. I was also worried that it would mess my breathing up as I don’t run well straight after swimming.

Tweet about the Australian exit

Fortunately, this Australian exit did not involve diving back in off a pontoon… but we did have to be pulled in from the sea!

My original aim for the swim was to finish in under an hour with an aspirational goal of getting as close to 50 minutes as possible, but the extreme conditions meant that my goal was revised to surviving the swim. I was really grateful that Liz was there waiting with me. She really is the most amazingly positive person. Instead of seeing it as a nightmarish situation, she kept saying how ‘exciting’ it was.

Finally, we were off. I started wading in and was pleasantly surprised by how warm the sea was, which was good. It was difficult to know whether to start swimming or to dive in, but the waves made that decision for me as I’m too short to wade out very deep with waves the size and power that they were.

I quickly realised that sighting would be my main problem. I’ve been trying really hard to improve my sighting, but it does rely on you having a fixed point to aim for. I was trying to time my breathing with the waves, and also needed to look. I prefer to breathe every 3 or 5 strokes, but that simply wasn’t possible, so I ended up breathing every two, which does tend to make me hyperventilate. The were lots of swimmers around me, but because of the spread of people, I didn’t feel like I was too close to others… and they weren’t the ones creating the washing machine effect. Every time I could feel that I was on the crest of a wave, I tried to sight the large yellow buoy, but quite often they couldn’t be seen, so I just had to follow the swimmers ahead of me and hope that they were generally going in the right direction. I don’t think that this is a recommended technique, and if anyone has any advice on how to deal with these kinds fo conditions, I’d love to hear from them.

I was aware that I wasn’t making much progress and was surprised at how calm I felt. I just kept moving and felt slightly smug that I was at least managing some front crawl, although in hindsight, maybe the breaststrokers were sighting better (not sure their breathing would have been easier).

As I came towards the first yellow buoy, I saw a reassuring sight: a wetsuit with a blue top poking out of the neckline and a visible bit of a white swimming hat sticking out from under the purple hat. A quick glimpse at the wetsuit let me know it was Liz. Yay! a friendly face. I’d love to be able to say that I was able to draft Liz, but in reality, I was vaguely following in her direction and I’m not sure that drafting would work in such rough conditions.

After passing the buoy, there was a brief respite of swimming across the bay. I knew that I could only breathe to my right (towards the beach) and it felt a little easier. Before too long, I was rounding the second yellow buoy and then I turned again to head towards the shore.

This was when my swim started to go wrong. I hadn’t really understood the comments about the Erdinger arch and was just aiming for the beach. I didn’t know which way the current was going and could see a couple of swimmers up ahead. After a couple of minutes, I realised that the couple of swimmers up ahead really was just a couple of people and that we were heading towards some rocks. This meant that I had to start heading east in the hope that I would not be dragged onto the rocks.

At this point I noticed that there were some swimmers near me who had on green and pink hats. I know I’m not a strong swimmer, but I guessed that these people were even less prepared for the sea swim than I was.

Finally, I was nearly back at the beach. It was impossible to put my feet down as the waves had a strong undercurrent and I kept being sucked back out, so I had to swim into quite shallow water. Fortunately, there were some lovely marshalls who were giving a helping hand.

There was then a short run along the beach. I noticed that some people were walking, but I tried to maintain a swift pace.

I turned back towards the breakers and headed out for a second lap. It didn’t feel as scary this time and I think my sighting was slightly better. As soon as I got to the second buoy, I made sure that I saw where the Erdinger arch was and kept heading towards it, so that I did not end up veering towards the rocks.

Finally, I was being pulled out of teh waves again and a kind volunteer unziped my wetsuit.

The Erdinger arch

We were told to use the Erdinger arch for sighting ©StuWeb timing

I ran along the carpet and crossed the timing mat in 58:56. My initial goal had been to complete the swim in under an hour and I had achieved that, even with the severe weather conditions.

I had to keep my goggles (and hat) on as I ran towards the transition bags as my eyesight is too poor for me to run without some sort of visual aid. This made me feel a bit self-conscious, but there wasn’t time to worry about that. I managed to find my bag and headed into the changing tent. I had decided not to change or put on any additional layers of clothing as the air temperature felt quite warm. I put on socks and my cycling shoes as well as a head band and my bike helmet. I also put in my contact lenses and used my inhaler before stuffing my wetsuit, hat and goggles into my bag. It didn’t feel like I was going really slowly, but the clock doesn’t lie: 9:35 – oops. I shouted goodbye to Liz and headed out to find my bike.


Preparation for Weymouth Half

15 Sep

The weekend of the big race was finally here. Stu and I finished packing and drove down to Weymouth, knowing that Liz and Suzanne were also on their way. We’d booked a hotel room in Dorchester, which is a 10 minute drive away. We thought it would be quieter there and it was also quite a bit cheaper. The traffic on the way to Weymouth was quite heavy, so we headed straight into Weymouth to register.

We headed towards the pavilion and saw the expo outside. I was a little surprised by how small the expo was. I’ve been to large-scale events like London Marathon and Paris Marathon, which had amazing expos, and to smaller races like Brighton, which still had a reasonable sized expo, but this expo seemed much closer in scale to what is at a local race. I didn’t need to buy anything, but it’s always nice to have a chance to browse new products.

We went in to register. I was given an envelope with my race numbers in it, transfers and stickers as well as some promotional info. I also picked up a magazine. We then had wristbands put on, proclaiming that we were ‘athletes’. We were then given three bags to include items for the two transitions and one for after the race. We also picked up our timing chips. I accidentally asked for 1787 instead of 1737. Fortunately, we had to run the chip over a mat to check that our names came up. The chip I had belonged to a man, so I checked my number and was able to swap it for the right one. I also realised that I had left my chip strap at home, so we went out to the Huub stand where I bought the last chip strap.

Calm sea at Weymouth

Calm sea at Weymouth

We then headed down towards Lodmore Country Park to rack our bikes. Stu found a nearby car park, so we got out bikes off the roof and attached our race numbers. Unfortunately, I tried to open my bike bag and the zip got stuck. I tried to close it again, but it just wouldn’t budge. Finally the zip moved, but it wasn’t actually closing the bag. Aaarrggghh! I was feeling really stressed and this was not what I needed. I removed the bike bag and decided that I would try to deal with it later.

The car park was gravelly, so I wasn’t able to ride my bike. I had hoped to be able to check which gear it was in to make it easier to leave transition in the morning. We queued up at the gate as transition wasn’t open. We then saw James, so went over to chat to him. There was a delay in opening transition, so one of the marshalls came around offering us electrolyte sachets. When we entered transition, we were also given drinks bottles.

It wasn’t easy to see where my bike should be racked. There were signs at the end of the rack, but we could only see the reverse sides, which had numbers printed it on them from a previous event. (We were entering transition from the other side during the event). I was able to find my bike at the back of the racks. Bikes were racked on alternate sides and as we were using bags, we could only leave items that were attached to bikes.

My bike in transition

My bike in transition

Bikes in transition

Transition filling up nicely © Liz Carter

View of transition

James had a fantastic view of transition from his hotel room © James Saunders

We left our bikes and headed back to the other end of Weymouth for the race briefing, where we were hoping to meet up with some of our friends. We were running a little late, so James, Stuart and I headed straight into the pavilion. James, Roelie, Gary and Ellie had got there a bit earlier, so they had spent some time sampling the Erdinger Alkoholfrei.

James Roelie and Gary

James N., Roelie and Gary © Eleanore Coulthard

James and Roelie

James and Roelie sampling the freebies © Eleanore Coulthard

The theatre where the race briefing was taking place was filling up when we entered. It seemed like a good place to have the briefing – lovely comfortable velvet seats, which makes a change from standing outside just before a race starts!

Race briefing

Race briefing

We could see James N, Roelie and Gary sitting in the row in front of us and Liz sent us a text, before coming to find us for a big hug. The briefing was clear and quite reassuring, although there seemed to be a number of people who hadn’t heard that the run was to be 25k/15 miles.

Stuart received a text from our friend, Clare, so we agreed to meet her outside after the briefing had finished. I didn’t manage to take a photo of Clare, but she took one of a group of us from Southampton Tri Club:

Group photograph

(L-R: Me, James S., Liz, Suzanne, Stuart, Jan. © Janice Goble)

The others left to rack their bikes, so Stu and I had a wander around the expo. A local bike shop (Mud Sweat N Gears) had bike bags, complete with repair kit and CO2 for £20. I was able to try it on a bike that had a very similar seat post to mine and it fitted, so I gratefully bought it and hoped that I wouldn’t need it.

Tweet about the Expo at Challenge Weymouth

Although there wasn’t a lot of choice, the expo had all of the essentials, including a new tyre for Liz and a bike bag for me.

Stu was tempted by some flapjack, so he bought a box of 24 for £10 from Dorset Flapjacks. We figured that we would get through them with all of the cycling that we’re planning to do.

The grandstand at the finish

The grandstand at the finish

We also tried some Erdinger. I don’t have any photographic evidence of me drinking it, but I can definitely say that it’s not for me. I nearly had 1/4 pint, and I don’t like to see myself as a quitter, but I just couldn’t drink it, so I donated it to Stu.

As I was admiring some lovely Salomon shorts, Liz arrived back in the expo. I was a little surprised as I had assumed that she would be at the other end of Weymouth in transition with Suzanne, but she’d had a bit of a disaster. She’d suddenly found that her tyre had perished, so she needed a new one. Fortunately, a lovely chap was not only able to sell her one, but he put it on her wheel and sorted it all out. Result – one extra happy, smiley Liz!

Stuart and I decided that it was time to head back to our hotel to unpack and get ourselves ready for the big day. We had some food at the nearby Carluccios (the courgette and gorgonzola risotto is lovely!) and then sorted out our transition bags.

I couldn’t believe how much stuff I needed to get organised. The red bag contained everything I needed for the bike part of the race: shoes, socks, race belt, mitts, arm warmers, cycle jersey, sunglasses, clear glasses, contact lenses, bottle of water and inhaler. The blue bag contained everything I needed for the run: spare socks, trainers, visor, sunglasses, bottle of water and another inhaler. The green bag included stuff for the swim and for after the race: two hats, two pairs of goggles, body glide, glasses case, wetsuit, cosy clothes, flip-flops, shoes, water, chocolate milk, snacks – I really included everything – next time, I probably won’t pack as much!

Transition bags ready!

Transition bags ready!

It was then time for an early night!

Monday Morning Motivation – super marathoner Annette Fredskov

15 Sep

Annette Fredskov is a hugely inspirational woman. On being diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis, she decided to fight back by running 366 marathon in 365 days.

You can read about Annette’s story here: http://edition.cnn.com/2014/01/08/sport/annette-fredskov-marathon-running-denmark/

Annette Fredskov quote

Another version of Annette’s story is available here: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2366716/Annette-Fredskov-runs-366-marathons-365-days-says-cured-multiple-sclerosis.html

Garmin Sharp Ride Out

13 Sep

Here’s another of my blogposts that took me so long to write that I thought I’d better schedule it for a year from when it took place!

It all started when Stu’s dad forwarded us an email about the Garmin Sharp Ride Out. We think he’d received the email because he’d bought a sat nav for Stu’s sister, but we’re not sure. Anyway, we decided to fill out the online form and were surprised to find out some time later that we’d both got places on the 50 mile ride. I felt quite nervous about it for two reasons: firstly, because I’d never cycled 50 miles before and secondly because of the date, which felt like an omen (Friday 13th!)

We had to get up early to get to Avon Tyrrell on time, but when we got there we found that many people had already arrived and were milling around the various stands. We signed in and bought some raffle tickets before heading over to the Garmin Vector stand. I was quite interested in the product, but I think my nerves were also starting to get the better of me. After standing for about 10 minutes, we had to leave as I started feeling very faint.

We headed into the marquee, which was a good decision as it wasn’t long before it started to pour – not just a light shower, but really torrential rain that stated to make me feel even more nervous as I’d never ridden my bike on wet roads before – eek!

As I’d not been feeling well, we found some seats so that I could sit down for a while. Shortly afterwards, our friend Andy (someone we met through karate) came and had a brief chat with us. He said he might join us out on the course later, but I knew that I’d be so far behind that we would be unlikely to see him. Andy was volunteering at the vent, and he wrote a blogpost about it later: http://www.cyclingactive.com/riding/garmin-ride-out-2013

Garmin Sharp Ride Out reminder

The interviews with the cyclists were compered by Dan Lloyd, who managed to pitch the questions at the right level (i.e. hard core cyclists were interested enough without total novices like me feeling lost!)

The young riders from Madison Genesis being interviewed

The Garmin Sharp team

The Garmin Sharp team

Felix English and Luke Mellor from Rapha Condor Sharp

Felix English and Luke Mellor from Rapha Condor Sharp

The young riders from Madison Genesis being interviewed

The young riders from Madison Genesis being interviewed

Dan Martin

Dan Martin

My swag bag

My swag bag

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I was exhausted by the end of the ride...

I was exhausted by the end of the ride…

I love my bike

I love my bike

Stu found the 50 mile ride fairly easy

Stu found the 50 mile ride fairly easy


If you want to read about other people’s experiences at this event, check out these blog posts:

Monday Morning Motivation – Never stop trying

8 Sep

It is easy to get despondent when it seems like things are not going your way, but it is important to recognise that life is like that for everyone, and that it’s important to pick yourself up and try again.

Never Stop Trying

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A single set back does not constitute overall failure, it should be viewed as a learning point that can be built on.
What’s your favourite story of someone who has come back from failure to great success?

Monday Morning Motivation – What makes a triathlete?

1 Sep

The combination of powerful images, stirring music and emotive words in this video make it really inspirational. I’ve told Stuart that when I’ve completed Challenge Weymouth 70.3, I’m expecting a montage that is just as powerful!
















There is no can’t, because this isn’t a sport for the weak-hearted, but for the strong-minded. Once you start, there is no backing down. We are triathletes.

Fowey Harbour Swim 2014

31 Aug


Today, Stuart and I travelled to Fowey for the annual Fowey Harbour Swim. This is a non-competitive charity event that was raising money for the RNLI. We took part last year and really enjoyed it, so decided to enter again this year. Last year’s course was cross the harbour and was fairly short (advertised as 1200m, it was probably not much over 800m last year). This year, the route had changed, with the swim being down the harbour from Fowey slipway to Readymoney and back, which was thought to be 1400m. There was also a shore route on offer of 800m. Unfortunately, the swim was held on the same day as the Inn-to-Inn swim near to Falmouth, which may have affected some people’s decision about whether or not to take part.

Before the event, there were quite a few people milling around and it was difficult to work out who was swimming and who was there to watch. There was also a cruise ship moored in the harbour so I imagine that quite a few of the smartly dressed older people were passengers. The event attracts a wide variety of people from young children through to seasoned wild swimmers, many of whom decided to forgo wetsuits in favour of frilly swimming costumes and novelty hats.


Last year, I was terrified before the swim as I had never swum that far before, but after my recent sea-swimming exploits at Weymouth, I was feeling much more confident… although the lithe physiques of most of the women under the age of forty meant that I was under no illusion that I would compare particularly favourably with others.

There was a short briefing where the new course was explained and then we lined up to go down the steps. Stu and I were near the front of the queue. There was a little bit of sand at the bottom of the steps and several people were lingering there, uncertain as to whether they should just get in and start swimming, or whether there were would be a more official start. I knew the water would feel cool as the sun had been beating down on us, but I didn’t expect it to feel as chilly as it was.

I waded in a few steps and then set off. The water felt cold on my face, and I was grateful that I had used my inhaler before the start. I could feel the icy water gradually seeping down the zip of my wetsuit, but forced myself to ignore it and continue swimming. I felt quite relaxing, possibly for three reasons: I knew that I should be able to swim 1400m without any problems; the sea was beautifully calm (the swim is timed to coincide with slack water, so it starts half an hour before the tide turns); there had been no mention of jellyfish in the briefing, unlike last year.

I wasn’t exactly sure which point we were swimming to (other than the fact that it would be marked with a yacht called ‘Ratty’ – I’m assuming that it was named in homage to Kenneth Grahame who was married in the local church), so I thought that as long as I was following other people, I must be going in the right direction.

A few people passed me in the first two or three minutes and then after that, only the odd person went past. We had to navigate through a few small boats that were moored in the harbour and then we swam over some kelp beds. The dark coloured seaweed and the relatively low tide meant that in places the water was much warmer. I saw quite a large fish swimming in amongst the seaweed – I’m not sure what kind of fish it was – it looked like a pilchard to me, but I’m no ichthyologist!

Quite a large chap swam past with a fluorescent buoy attached to him. He was moving at an amazing pace for someone doing breaststroke – I was very impressed. For most of the swim out, I kept pace with a chap who had on a light blue swimming hat. Every now and again, he would veer off course and ten do some breaststroke, so it wasn’t too difficult to keep up with him.

I was trying to think about swimming with good technique (or at least to think about using my legs every now and again), but the surroundings kept distracting me. We were swimming along the coast and every time I breathed to my right, I could see steps in the cliffs, secret doorways and the remains of old buildings. It is easy to see how the coastline could have inspired writers such as Daphne Du Maurier.

Finally, the man in the blue hat started to turn. As I got closer to the small boat, I could read the name, ‘Ratty’ on its prow, so I started to swim around it. Unfortunately, the boat didn’t seem to want to let me pass – the more I swam across the harbour, the further out the boat drifted. I must have swum at least a dozen strokes before deciding to give up and swim back the way I came around the boat. I could hear the kayakers laughing, but I felt a little frustrated. By the time I finally got past the yacht, the man in the blue had had a definite lead.


I was a bit tempted to look at my watch to see how far I’d swum and what pace I was swimming at, but I didn’t want to break my rhythm. As I hadn’t been passed by many swimmers, I expected to see quite a few people as I was on my return journey, but there were not many people in the water. I saw a couple of men breaststroking on their outward journey – they could have only done a few hundred metres when I passed them. The lack of swimmers makes me wonder whether most people opted to do the shorter swim.

I think I was swimming closer to the cliffs on my return journey. The water looked very shallow – as if I could stand up – but I’ve learned that it is often much deeper than it looks. I was also having a few problems with my goggles. They weren’t letting in water, but my right eye felt like it was full of salt-water and I was struggling to open it, which wasn’t comfortable, so I decided to tread water for a bit to try to adjust my goggles.

I had to negotiate my way amongst lots of small boats on the way back and I also saw another fish. A kayaker spoke to me, but I didn’t understand what he said. I thought it might be a warning about the ferry or one of the other boats, so I stopped and asked him to repeat what he’d said. It turned out to be: “Well done! You’re nearly there – not far now!”

I could see children on the sand at the water’s edge and think I was swimming in very shallow water, but I didn’t want to stop swimming. Eventually, I could see people standing on the beach, so I stood up and waded over. I was congratulated on my swim and given a medal, before I walked back up the steps.

I glanced at my watch – 1822m… so quite a bit longer than the suggested 1400m and not far off the 1900m that I have to swim in two weeks time. I wondered whether it was because of my dodgy sighting, but everyone I spoke to who had measured it made it over 1800m. I completed the swim in 45 minutes, which I was quite pleased with. I could have gone faster, but I was not treating it as a race. Stu was one of the first two people to finish – he did it in about 29 minutes.

There was some lovely tomato and butterbean soup on offer with a large freshly baked roll. I ate the roll and some of the soup before going to get changed. After putting on some warm clothes, I finished off the soup and had a lovely sticky toffee muffin whilst watching some of the last swimmers finishing.

Overall, I really enjoyed the event and hope that Stu and I can take part again next year. The organisation is excellent, and the number of boats and kayakers out on the water meant that swimmers of all ability feel safe at all times. The medal at the end and the fantastic catering mean that this event is great value for money… and it’s even better knowing that the money raised is going to support Fowey’s lifeboat.

Monday Morning Motivation – stick or carrot?

25 Aug

Some Motivation is Required2

What gets you up and running?

Are you motivated by fear or rewards? We’ve all seen those ‘I run for cake/wine/beer/icecream’ headbands, but what really makes you go out and exercise? Surely the best motivation is the feeling you have when your workout is done?

Monday Morning Motivation – The marvellous Mimi Hughes

18 Aug

Mimi Hughes is an American long-distance swimmer who has crossed the Bering Strait and swum the length of many rivers, including: the Tennessee, the Danube, the Drava and the Mura.

Mimi Hughes

Mimi was interviewed by GOTRIbal: http://www.gotribalnow.com/blog/mimi-hughes-long-distance-swimmer-interview

To get herself through her long distance swims, Mimi relies on many motivational sayings, such as:

  • When you decide to give yourself to a cause, you must arrive at the point where no sacrifice is too great.
  • It is not the mountains we conquer but ourselves.
  • To accomplish great things, we must not only act but also dream, not only plan but also believe.
  • The basic tenet of democracy is an individual’s ability to make a difference.
  • Freedom means accepting—not forfeiting responsibility.
  • When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left and could say, “I used everything you gave me. – Erma Bombeck
  • Nothing splendid has ever been achieved except by those who dared believe that something inside of them was superior to circumstance. – Bruce Barton
  • Effort only fully releases its reward after a person refuses to quit.  – Napoleon Hill
  • Start by doing what is necessary, then what is possible, and suddenly you are doing the impossible. – Saint Francis of Assisi
  • Faith is the heroic effort of your life. Face anything you have to face without wavering. Matt 10-27
  • The evils that we hate, you no less than I, cannot be overcome with shrugs and sighs and shakes of the head no matter how wise. They but mock us and grow more bold when we retreat before them and take refuge in the affirmation of man’s tragic average. To believe that new evils will arise as vicious as the old—to believe that the great Pandora’s box of human suffering, once opened, will never show a diminution of its ugly swarm, is to help by just that much, to make it so, forever. – Thomas Wolfe
  • Never in his life had he seen a river before—this sleek sinuous full-bodied animal. Chasing and chuckling gripping things with a gurgle and leaving them with a laugh, only to fling itself on fresh playmates that shook themselves free and were caught and help again. Tired at last, he sat on the bank while the river still chattered on to him, a babbling procession of the best stories in the world sent from the heart of the Earth to be told at last to the insatiable sea. – Ken Graham
  • The first and last day of the 1,000 swim (walk) are no different, the beginning is the end and the end is the beginning. Your only aim is to achieve your initial purpose, then you can really enjoy what you’ve done. There is no backing out. When you have finished what you set out to do, you have created something of value. – Sakai Yusai
  • Never look back—be forever mindful of others and always keep the eyes set on the way. Do this and there is nothing that can’t be accomplished. – Sakai Yusai
  • Nothing is life is to be feared. It is only to be understood. – Marie Curie
  • Facing it—facing it—always facing it—That’s the way to get through it. Face it! – Joseph ConradMake it a point to do something everyday that you don’t want to do. This is the golden rule for acquiring the habit of doing your duty without pain.  – Mark Twain
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Monday Morning Motivation – how far can you go in two years?

18 Aug

Corrie Kristick has managed to go from being a novice triathlete to a professional in just two years:

A Two Year Journey From Beginner to Professional Triathlete

Corrie Kristick

If you want to find out more about Corrie, she blogs here: http://www.corriekristick.com/

In this article: http://citycoach.org/achieving-personal-best-corrie-kristick/ she discusses how one moment changed her attitude to competition. She also has a healthy attitude towards failure:

“I have failed many times in life inside and outside of sports. It has made me realize that whatever the outcome, success or failure, it’s ok. Essentially, we must not be defined by our sport or our shortcomings, for we are so much more than that. And yes, everything, even failure, happens for a purpose.”

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