Sunday 21 July 2013

(Half) Iron maidens

We did it!  On Sunday July 14th, at approximately 12:30pm, myself and two of my sisters, crossed the finish line of a long-distance triathlon....alive!  1.9km of paddling, 86km of peddling, and 20km of plodding, in the sunshine (though it was thankfully only a "refreshing 28 degrees celsius" that day, apparently) around the Marlow course.  

Post-race dip, to avoid melting. 

With beers (non-alcoholic, electrolyte-filled) and our chief supporter, sister #4.

I was so relieved to finish, having not really known for the last three months whether I'd survive it, and certainly not in what state.  The pre-race anxiety was infiltrating my dreams the week before, and certainly my diet, with carb-loading combinations of epic proportions (I particularly liked the porridge with peanut butter, yogurt and ice-cream).

But the eating, extra-sleeping, swimming, cycling and running, and importantly, electrolyte gargling (I swopped my glass of champagne for electrolytes at a wedding on Race-day minus 1) were fully worth it for successfully completing the course along with my muscley sisters, all in times much faster than we were expecting.  And we were greeted by our wonderful support team, who cheered us on at every possible cheering point (despite being poorly and unable to sit in bed watching the cricket or Tour de France), and made it all a lot more bearable.

I remain confident that I will never become a full Iron Person though.  That really is only for the super-heroes and mad men (BK)....for whom I have the ultimate respect.  And for those who are building up to do first 5km run, I also have ultimate respect.  All challenges are relative, meaningful and admirable, and I'm very grateful that I have legs and arms and lungs that rose to this challenge.

My sisters and I chose (though succumbed is more appropriate for me - I thank them for being the force behind this) to do this challenge to raise money and awareness for lung cancer research, after having some wonderful people in our lives become ill.  (Just incase....https://www.justgiving.com/colesistersironmen)  We thank one person in particular, for being such a fun and inspiring friend to our family, before and through her illness.  This world can sometimes seem very unfair, but our friend doesn't hold a grudge, and so her and the world continue to have fun times together.  And long may that last.

Onwards and upwards........and to the next challenge?!

Things I'll miss about Oxford (Part I)....

Swimming in the Thames off Port Meadow, or Iffley Loch, or anywhere....


Picnicing on Port Meadow with friends as the sun goes down....



My allotment....

Hanging out with the suspiciously socially-adept Awkward Actors....




Letters home.

Whilst Azealas was away from her Mum, she wrote home every week to tell of her adventures.  With her kind permission, I thought I'd post them here, to give an idea of what she got up to over those two months living on the Cowley Road.

Week 1

Week 2

Week 3

Week 4
 

 Week 5
 


Week 6


 Week 7

Week 8 - Post-race



 Long live Azealas, and your many adventures.
xx

(If anyone has a bike that fancies a bit of a holiday, let me know.)




A dedication to Azealas.

I wanted to write a post, on the day I say goodbye to a dear friend, to commemorate my time with her.  I've had the privilege of spending the last eight weeks with this courageous, strong and beautiful woman, and going on many an adventure together.  In the early hours of this morning, I rode her across a quiet London back to her home, where her Mummy was eagerly awaiting (though she was pretty much asleep by the time I got there).

Azealas, I'd like to thank you for a wonderful eight weeks exploring the stunning Oxfordshire countryside.  You've changed my life.  I still have huge respect for my other two great companions (the Pink Stallion and Rover), don't get me wrong, but I find myself now in love with the wheeled creature that made hills dissolve infront of my eyes/legs and made far-off villages within my reach.  To Azealas and her Mummy, Ail, I am eternally grateful.  I would not be half the Half Iron (wo)Man I am today without you both.


Azealas and I, proud, mid-triathlon.  (Sunday 14th July, Marlow.)


Tuesday 2 July 2013

Oh, and I'm doing a....

....half iron man distance triathlon in about 10 days.  So I'm going to bed.

A wedding in a zoo.

This weekend, I was so very lucky to be invited to the wedding of some very good, and very tall friends of mine, in a zoo.  It was the zoo that this film was based on, in fact.  Matt Damon wasn't there, but there were way more beautiful men, including one handsome Jaguar, and three sexy tigers.

It was far more magical than I could ever explain....involving a fancy-dress animal-themed warm-up party (where I won a prize for the fancy-dress costume most similar to their tattoo), camping in the ostrich enclosure, wake-up calls by tapiers, a morning wander around the quiet zoo, a run out onto the Dartmoor downs, being in charge of a brownie wedding-cake mountain, eating half of a brownie wedding-cake mountain, a beautiful ceremony, many peacocks, more than that many peacock feathers, a bear, music from the Jungle Book, river swimming on Dartmoor, Rich's beautiful rick shaw, a bowler hat, dancing for many bouncy hours, laugh-out-loud dinner speeches whilst eating dinner cooked by a Master Chef, a stunningly beautiful bride, more hugs from great people than I could have hoped for, a beaming groom, the most beautifully made friendship quilt, Stone Henge, tree hanging with a gorilla, two road trips, loads of sunshine, a Don Pedro and Tunnocks tea cakes for dinner, the best feeding-the-50 picnic I've ever experienced, a monogamous pair of otters, the squeaks captive otters make, the most friendly deer in the world, a salted caramel ant wedding favour....and more fun than you could reasonably fit into a weekend....oh, and of course, meercats.

The marvellous meercats.

(Orangutan obsessive, it seems.)

Arriving home after a very special weekend.

Congratulations to my tall handsome newly-wed couple.  Thank you for choosing each other, and the zoo.