How far we can come in 18 months.. From the car's second race and @jlewisbarned's debut at Snetterton in 750MC Roadsports on April 22nd 2017 (which we won!)... to our biggest-ever meeting last weekend, @722adam driving the car to finish 750MC Club Enduro Championship's two-hour race on 7th October 2018. This car has now been entered into a dozen races, finished every single one and taken trophies away from seven of them. Not bad for a 190,000-mile repmobile.
There's so much more to come next season. Watch this space!
Photography - both seasons - by @sjnphotographer. Cheers Sammy!
Time to relax after having a super busy week. I’m asked how I’m able to do it all. My answer is, I just put one foot in front of the other. Yes, it’s hard. But nothing worth having comes easy.
2 832 days ago
Friday 12/10/18 -
The plan was for the @adaptivegrandslam team to attempt summit of Gran Paradiso today. Standing at 4061 meters, the highest mountain entirely in Italy.
My own plan was never set in stone, or snow. To the mountain hut would have been a huge success, & it was. The climb up had taken a lot out of me. I know I pushed harder than I should have, but it’s a constant hard battle between head & heart, & although heart won out, it was that, that paid the price that night too. I think my body was trying to deal with such a huge effort & the altitude, & the result giving me a little scare as it tried to recover, rest & rebalance systems in a testing environment. I’ll admit I was a bit scared. I’d never been at altitude & I had pushed hard, this unknown territory became even more so, & now halfway up a snowy mountain. I knew the best thing for me was to rest, so did what I could to let my body find it’s happier place into the night. I had decided that if things didn’t settle overnight, I would go no further. I had achieved my goal.
That night groups were set for the following morning’s accent, five in total. One of them including me. Our group guides were awesome, we all agreed to see how I felt after some rest, although all of us wanting to continue up the mountain.
..Amazingly I’d been able to get some rest during the night. Not so much sleep, as did no-one, but I was happy my body relaxed & things had settled. We had an hour until sunrise, and as we kitted up in harnesses, helmets & head torches, that seemed like a good place to start..
All the teams carried ice axes & crampons, for me, my new adventure crutches came into their own, swapping rubber ferrules for snow shoe & ice spike attachments. These were my legs, & apart from our guide Richard, attaching a rope to my harness while traversing narrow icy ledges, the only things stopping me resembling Bambi on ice, & giving me my chance of mountaineering, my way.
The darkness was a scary but beautiful place. Not seeing drops had its advantages though increased fears, & there was something magical watching the teams ahead file up the snow, seeing only a single line of silver light from head torches
The moment I made it to the mountain hut. Rifugio Chabod at 2750 meters.
Although this was my big goal, at the start of my journey I realistically feared this moment may not have happened. It was a huge ask for my body, & for the team, just 3 weeks after my heart procedure, & although my cardiac team were amazingly supportive of my plans as I asked on the theatre table, when I chatted with my arrhythmia nurse just before leaving the uk, I was reminded that I was still in early days, & to be aware of that, & be careful.. I’ve never been at altitude before, pre or post strokes, & I’ve never asked my stroke body to do anything quite like this before. There were a lot of unknowns & a lot of pushing beyond, but that’s why I’m here & part of this no-messing, life-living, ass-kicking @adaptivegrandslam team. As a group of injured military & civilians, linked not by our pasts but a common mindset; pushing boundaries, challenging perceptions & showing what is possible.
I’d say those last few steps were the hardest, but I’d be lying, it was all so tough, but I was so grateful for that. I had very little left, running on adrenaline over any purposeful use of my body, but man was I happy to reach the hut.
I may have been the last person to make it up there of the team, but after 4 hard hours I’d got there. I was pretty moved; by the rest of the team waiting to greet me in with an offer of a hot cup of tea, by the mountain backdrop snowscape surrounding us, & by those supporting me all the way up, making sure I made it and always with lots of laughs, such knowledge & stories & great fun. I’m pretty sure we'd all loved every moment.
Goal achieved, anything else would be a bonus from here on..
That night we feasted on our mountain rations, which were far more indulgent than expected. I made use of my first ever alpine long drop.. & we set down to sleep in our bunks in the winter room ready for our 4.30 alarm call. With a fire burning, our mountain hut was surprisingly warm, & icy walkway visits in the darkness to the long drop were cherished by a 360 degree snow-capped mountain range silhouette & a billion starred night sky above.
This was our billion star hotel.
Thursday 11/20/18 ctnd. -
I began my way at the back of the team into the forest and up. I knew this was going to be a massive challenge, but in reality, I had no idea just how hard this was going to be.
I tried not to put any pressure on myself for this one. I was completely out of any comfort zone I knew, and in a world I knew quite little about, certainly not in my 10 year-old para body, now reliant on my arms to make any headway in this mountain environment. I was prepared to fail, I was ok with that. After-all, I was here to learn, learn about myself and learn as a team. To start my mountain journey, to build from. Getting to this point felt like a big step forward already. If I had one goal however, it was to reach the Rifigio Chabod mountain hut, which was to be our base for the night, before continuing up the mountain. Faced with a steep rocky path from the start quickly becoming clear that for me and my crutches this was bigger than I ever imagined, and for the first time I had doubts I would even reach the hut, maybe I had gotten myself into something just too big.
... The team around me were my legs. They wouldn’t let me fail. After a time, the sensible decision was for them to help carry my pack to help me negotiate the technical terrain that was nemesis to my non existence balance. I was not happy about this, but I’m learning what being a team really means and begrudgingly let them help.
The journey was slow and the effort at maximum. My heart rate certainly reminded me of that, particularly noticeable as we headed up over 2500 meters, working at already pushed limits into altitude. But slowly we continued up.
It must have taken a couple of hours to clear the forest and our tree roofed canopy, we couldn’t see much for mist and fog but the rain began to clear. Out of the trees I began to feel better, every now and again getting a glimpse of the snow capped mountains around us and my excitement radiated from my grin. Standing aloft ridges we spotted Ibex watching our every move. We took our first footsteps onto snow, now too high for trees, I felt like we had entered into Narnia.
Filled with so much love and gratitude today at the Singapore Spartan Race 🙏 I’m so proud of myself for how hard I pushed during the race, but even more proud of the journey that has gotten me here. It’s so good to feel the hard work of training paying off and to be honest I often think that I love the training and the community of Spartan more than I love the actual races.
Big congrats to @jessssss.m for the first place finish and big kisses for @roseybizzle for running my by side and motivating me through the entire race😘
#vokolopriglu ...a já si vždycky myslela, že když budu Podroužek, budu běhat jako... ... Podroužek... 🤷🏻♀️🤣🤣 ...ale ten podzim🍂🍁 u přehrady je fakt moc hezkej...🙈🤷🏻♀️ ..a závod zorganizovaný na 1* 🙏🏼💜
No... vážně: přišla jsem si bez síly a energie a pocitově “běžela” jak když neběžim ... těžký nohy... nadávám si, že jsem běžela v kompreskách .. co jsem byla schopná hnát z kopce a po rovině🚀, do sebemenší nakloněný roviny směrem vzhůru jsem jak šnek🐌😤 Co mě naštvalo ale skoro nejvíc, v úzkým seběhu(!) za Veveřím se šlo skoro krokem a pak se před tebou zastaví(!) chlap(!), aby roztáhnul ruce a zapózoval fotografovi... 😫🤦🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️ (nechci počítat, že jsem bez toho mohla třeba běžet pod 1:10..🤦🏻♀️😤)
...ideálně zejtra zahajuju přechodný období a peču💩 na to... 🙏🏼😊🤰🏻
Alssundman 1/2 Jernmand 2018.
I går var det race day i Sønderborg. På menuen var 1,9km svøm, 92km cykel og 21km løb.
Planen var klar - jeg ville ud og teste formen her 6 uger før VM, Ironman Hawaii.
Fornemmelsen var fra start - 3 ud af 4 driftsklare cylindre.
Da dagsformen derfor ikke var der til 1/2 IM intensitet, blev tempoet hurtigt nedjusteret til IM intensitet.
Fornuftigt svøm og en ok fornemmelse på cyklen, hvor der lige skulle gang i benene.
Ud på løbet, hvor benene fra start føltes fine. Planen var oprindelig 10-12km i IM pace, for herefter at sænke farten en smule, for ikke at risikere noget ift mine akillesener.
Fornemmelsen var dog rigtig god fra km 1 til 21, hvorfor jeg løber den jævnt hjem i 4:15 med masser af overskud. Længste tur i godt 3 mdr!
Resultatmæssige blev det til en 5. plads. Race Day blev en Training Day.
Et super vel afviklet stævne i super smukke omgivelser.
Tak for en god dag til mine mates fra Team Kona Spirit - i er sgu seje!
Nu er det mandag morgen, uge 6 fra årets A mål og træningsplanen for de kommende uger er lavet.
Det bliver hårdt, stramt men også pisse fedt😅💪🏼 #teamkonaspirit#lomholttri#triathlon#swimbikerun#raceday#workout#roadtokona#passion#dedication#motivation#sport#lifestyle#anythingispossible#beunstoppable#powertoperform#neverstoppushing#hooah#i