Lake Garda 21 I have never not raced against myself. Since my first Gael Force West in 2014, the aim has been to go as fast as I can, and where possible improve on my previous attempts/times. Through Ironmans and marathons I have stood on the start line with a simple selfish goal in mind ‘give it my all’. Challenging and changing myself has been the aim, pushing and suffering the path. 12 years on, in a small restaurant looking out over the quaint port of Malcesine, I now rea

I have gotten used to being injured. I am not sure if it is a triathlete thing, a general athlete thing, or just a too many birthdays thing (maybe all of these), but being injured is now part of my life. Something always hurts. In the lead up to the Dublin City Marathon 2026 it was my quads that were causing problems. It started in early September in Cascais Portugal. Out for a run over rolling terrain, I noticed a twinge as the path pitched slightly downhill. And that was it

To paraphrase Forest Gump, we cycled “through every kind of rain there is. Little bitty stingin' rain... and big ol' fat rain. Rain that flew in sideways. And sometimes rain even seemed to come straight up from underneath.” After consecutive years of high temperatures and clear skies, there was a general expectation of more adverse weather conditions for the 2025 Lost Sheep Triathlon. Cycling up the final climb with water bursting from every crack and crevice in the rocks tha

It is the world's most incredible cul-de-sac. Everyone needs that one friend that suggests things to do that are completely off the wall....

The first bars of Thunderstruck did it. The registration, Ironman store and related paraphernalia failed to rouse even a modicum of...

It was a sunny morning, mild for late October. I wore a red long sleeved top over my Naas running slip, which I took off as we were...

Karen and I have wanted to try bikepacking for some time. Travel, adventure, and cycling, all rolled into one, it seemed like a perfect...

Keep Pedalling - Don't Look Up In the build up to the race and even when discussing since, the comparison to an Ironman or 70.3 is...

It was 06:21 when I cycled under the start banner and began my Wicklow 200 adventure. It was a cold and early start for what would be a...

In Butlers coffee, terminal two in Dublin airport, we slowly assembled around a small table. Initially just me and Karen, it wasn’t long...

I first unzipped my shoe covers and then removed my cycling shoes. Water poured from each shoe as they were pulled from my feet. I rolled...

Following lost sheep, my focus shifted to the last four weeks of Ironman training. Although I enjoyed Lost Sheep, it was another race...

Lost Sheep Found I waded in to the still calm water, the sun rising behind me, and paddled towards the mass start area. From amongst the...

I hung my bike by the saddle from the rack marked with my race number. Already placed on it was my nutrition and bottles. On the ground I...

It just keeps getting steeper and steeper. We wind our way between houses along narrow lanes. Loose gravely singletrack links some of the...

Lanzarote It was my first time in Lanzarote and I found it to be a place in flux. The view out the window on the bus from the airport...

In March 2022 I toed the startline of the Naas 10 Mile race with a winter of consistent training behind me. I was in the best shape of my...

As I let the tattoo heal, the plan was to bask in the warm glow that is winter training. Winter training is all the fun of training...

Back in Ireland after the Ironman I wanted to tell the world what I had done. I wanted to scream it from the rooftops and go into...

As the first bars of ‘Thunderstruck’ echoed from the PA system I finally felt a stir of emotion. We inched forward on the cold sand, in...