Post Triathy News - Don’t tell Whacker !

Contrary to what I said on my twitter - this Tractor was not a prize in Triathy ! Maybe though something for the organisers to think about for next year.

Myself and Fraser Cartmell packed up and checked out of the Cartlon Hotel in Athy 3hrs late - admittedly it was more my fault than his !

All of Athy was full and so we boarded an X5 bound for County Laois. The words Cul de Sac did not put us off as the driver and co pilot sped us to our destination - a not too shabby  5 star Heritage Hotel. Dinner in the largest Golf Club house in Europe followed before Whacker and his Rose joined us.

The Bulmers tasted like juice, the food was great and before we knew it the Cartmells lips met some Black Stuff for the first time.

Down in the Thatch we went with Whacker, Bobby B, The Genius Ernesto Gruhn, Rose, Japanese Jim, Doctor Saw Bones, a former bouncer from the Kelleshin Hotel, a bevy of beauties and a couple of other craic dealers. There was one boy who is reportedly on Irelands longest suicide watch as he is not allowed to drink or smoke but it didn’t stop him producing round after round “I just have to, I just have to buy them” - more evidence of sometimes ‘the process being more important than the end result”.

As the live band played in the corner and it was agreed that a women of substance wears good shoes (and apparently a dyed blonde at least shows initiatve for fun) my planned 10k morning run slowly got shorter and shorter.

It was evident that the line “mass is the enemy of performance” is a conversation killer and it became very evident that Whacker knew if you weren’t keeping up with his relentless pace.

I couldn’t find out why Whacker was called Whacker but I did learn that depeding on which side of the bridge your are from in Portlaoise theres a difference in space between your eyes.

There was the one about ‘whats the difference between the A-team and the Spice Girls’ and the one were ‘the man in the Chinese restuarant complained to the waitress “my duck tastes rubbery” and she replied “fank you, fank you” - it took me too long to get it and so I knew it was almost time to leave.

The Heritage Hotel is so good that when you return to your room theres a small glass of warm milk and a giant cookie waiting (!) and when you return from your 8km morning run around the gold course theres a dude with a towel waiting for you at the door.

Run done and I tactically took apart the buffet breakfast danish by danish - packed the bikes with some help from Ali - boarded another plane and finished the day in Devilla Forest with another 14k’s.

There is a nice piece on the Irish Times website from Triathy - I’m in my Blueseventy Helix stretching on the way to the swim start and then theres a good shot of my running on air in my Saucony Type-A’s a little later on.

The Champ has his report from Athy

There are some new photos on my flickr and of course you can keep up to date with all of the triathlon team

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