The 150km Training Day

150 KM DAY – Big Training

It was an early start at 0500. The morning was cold, but I knew it was going to be beautiful out there.

No crowd. No medal. Just me, the road, and maybe what seemed like a stupid idea. Until my niece reminded me, it was fun.

This wasn’t part of a training plan you’d find in a book. It wasn’t programmed for progress. It was something else. A chance to see what’s underneath it all, 26 days before I toe the line for my biggest challenge yet, TRI M.

There is one thing all this is ever about, what lessons can I learn about ME?

Cycle 1 - 0725 start

The first 50 km was smooth, it was calm, and my speed was fantastic. Steady cadence, controlled breathing, and I over-fueled, pre-empting the heat coming later, making it difficult to shovel things down. The run was waiting, so was I with excitement

The transition was quiet. A friend was waiting to run with me for a quick clothing change, and the plan for a 50km PB floated in my head.

Then off I went.

The Run

Feeling good, I set out. I didn’t pay much attention to pace, mainly to feel. I knew I was moving at pace as I left my support runner.

The heat slowly beginning to creep up and I wasn’t hydrating as well as I had hoped 30km in feeling like a boil in the bag.

Things were getting hard I was in the right place it’s what I expected. Consuming 80g of carbs per hour and not enough water I left for the final 10km loop. Pace had dropped now and dehydration was becoming a thing stopping for a pee and very uncomfortable standing I held onto a branch to keep me upright.

I returned from my last loop 50km in the bag and I dropped on the step of my van and could of fell asleep right there craving cold water making a request to Harriet to take me to the sea after.

I dropped on the grass in the shade, eating a salty ham and cheese sandwich to cool off.

Fatigue removes filters. And what’s left is the real version of you, honest, reactive, raw. This is what I came for.

Part 3: The Return Ride

The final 50 km on the bike and the wind had OBVIOUSLY picked up, legs stripped of power and any incline was extremely slow. I even considered making up a different route to avoid the wind at one point. Until I snapped out of that comfort chase that was cheating, and it’s not training! This is discipline trained in the dark moments.

I thought about TRI M. I thought about the people I coach, the ones I ask to step into hard things. I thought about who I want to be when the wheels fall off. Pursuits and projects like this are for life because shit is going to happen.

I pulled up the into Lydhurst for the final time it was almost over every struggle and obstacle I hit almost forgotten about.

When I finally unclipped and dismounted, the silence hit me harder than the effort. AHHHH peace. That quiet kind you earn.

I necked my Shaken Udder chocolate milkshake and litres of water. It was done. Take me to the sea.

Why Do It?

Because this is the work.
Mental flexibility doesn’t grow in air-conditioned gyms and comfortable routines.
Because there’s no shortcut to resilience or mastering your inner.

This wasn’t a solely physical; it’s complete training inside and outside, getting broken down, and somewhere inside you still find a way to move forward.

It brings insights and lessons, all of which I’ll carry into every step of TRI M.

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