Tonys Ironman adventure: Away and back again...

I tried to work my butt off to get at least on target work wise, optimistically thinking of getting a little ahead. Of course I knew it was always going to be tough to get away without a few mid-night candle burning, and still being a little behind. But I tried! I made sure I did a fairly good back-up of the computer before leaving, and was planning on doing a few little tidy-up jobs early in the morning before heading off. My flight was at lunch time on Sunday, and did have to look after the school team time trial teams before going - which is a 6am start. So the plan was to go to the TTT, and then pop off to the airport. Well, the quick tidy up of a few chores before leaving for the TTT in the morning quickly went out the window, when there was the shrill call "it is 10 to 6!!!". I wake to find my self holding my watch, after having turned the alarm off around an hour earlier. Deep breath, and 10 minutes later, I have finished packing and we are heading off to the water front. Oh well - I have probably forgotten something! But I am on my way.
The girls do a good job at the TTT - apart from one not making roll-out (failing the gear restriction) - tut tut! Nice to be seeing the teams do so well before leaving.
The flight over was pretty good really. The first leg I had an exit row, window seat, but unfortunately a screaming baby for 6 of the 10 hours. Singapore airport was not too bad for a 6 hour stop over, and the second leg was good - with an empty seat next to me, and sleeping for over half the 12 hours of flight. Arrive to 16 degrees and showers (at 6am), but a pleasant 20-somthing degrees and clear skies when we get to home base!

The first couple of days were pretty low key. There was a thorough investigation into the relative merits or German, French, Colombian, and NZ red wines. The end result was me sleeping on the couch (and NZ wines faired far better than the all blacks...)... A few pre-weeding things to do on Wednesday - like getting food ready! The wedding was probably the German equivalent of a registry wedding - however it was in a nice little chapel/meeting room (a few hundred years old, semi-underground and very quaint). It was a little different to the NZ format, with a long chat by the celebrant - of which I managed to understand around 10-15% of the conversation, and around 20-30% more as random words. Then a quick "I do" at the end and a glass of Champaign to finish with. Nice The evening was a nice relaxed party, and no formal speeches. The Colombian dancing is certainly different, and the kiwi "towel dance" did not fit in that well - but I am sure was good for a laugh! However at around 2am I did get a salsa type dance lesson, and I think I only injured around 5 others in do so. Dance idol contestants will not be quivering in there shoes...
Training for the week was always going to be limited, but did get a few runs in. The first day there I did actually get taken to the local gym - jumped on the spin bike for 20 minutes, 3km on the treadmill and did a few weights too. Quite a good way to start the "get in to German time zone", and recover from the flight. The running was great - 5 minutes and you are in forest tracks - nice hard pack dirt/fine gravel tracks, absolutely perfect for running on. I find this running environment very relaxing, and it was great to be running in a T-shirt in a nice temperature too. Probably could/should have done more, but there was catching up with old friends to be done, and a bit of sight seeing too. On Saturday went to the black forest which was about 120km away from "home base". I borrowed Petes old bike - steel frame and forks (that old!), about 5 sizes too big and weighing in at around 12kg. After a visit to the home of the cuckoo clock the the black forest cake (samples included of course), I headed out on a bit of an adventure ride. A few hazy instructions and a borrowed iphone with gps and mapping facilities and I was off. After around 4-5km of gentle down hill I made the first turn. I thought that the instructions were to take a gentle route around the base of what was described as "not a mountain, more of a big hill". I think there was a translation issue here, and I think at this early point I took a wrong turn. as around the corner there was the dreaded gradient sign - reading 19%. Not quite what I wanted so early on - on a borrowed bike, twice the weight of mine, and with 42-23 as the easiest gear. A bit over 20 minutes later I get a bit of down hill - after a very solid strength workout! Another longer more gradual climb through some nice quiet roads in the middle of forestry, and a nice 26 degree day - fantastic. The rest of the ride was flat, on nice cycle paths and an old road, that is pretty much just cyclists (had a main road running parallel). I did end up going a little the wrong way, but in the end it did not matter too much as I just back-tracked and got picked up. A bit over 4 hours out there, probably around 3hr20min riding (didn't stop the clock for a couple of the stops). I squeezed in another run in the forest before heading back to the airport!
On Sunday there was a classic car show in the village - so I popped down and had a look there - primarily Italian classics - most of which were Alfa Romeos - Perfect!! A couple of really nice cars were there - which made the day totally worth while. If I was a little more training focused I should have gone for another longer bike ride - but it was nice to look around some nice old cars (hobby number 2).

I almost managed to bungle the flight home. I thought it was at around 10:30pm, and we were planning on leaving for the airport around 5pm (normally a 2hr drive), and of course 5pm leaving becomes 6pm, and then we managed to get stuck in a nice traffic jam for an hour. A nice BMW M5 had a little fire trouble by the looks! Check in and the plane is already boarding, whoops, it is a 9:30 flight! A brisk walk through the airport and I am straight onto the plane, about 3rd to last on! Don't think I need any closer than that!

Back to the cold, and nose now firmly attached to the grind stone...