As promised here is my full self-indulgent, no-holds-barred, unadulterated IM race report. Enjoy.
To say my preparations leading into the race were perfect would be misleading. To be honest I would’ve been lucky to complete 90% of my programmed training sessions. Sorry coach B+ but that was the reality of trying to fit what was effectively a ‘second job’ in and around everything else. Did this affect my race day performance? Probably. Do I have any regrets about my performance on race day? Hell no !
In retrospect I was too optimistic in the number of weekly hours I thought I had available to commit to training. If and/or when the time comes to do another one I will (hopefully) be a little wiser and set a more realistic training schedule.
Race WeekThis week came around very quickly. Mini-Mango (MM) and I travelled to Pt Mac on the Wednesday which allowed time to settle in before getting caught up in the IM fever that had taken hold of this beautiful coastal town. Our accommodation at the salubrious Flynn’s Beach Resort was the ideal place to set up camp as it was sufficiently close to town to be convenient but also removed enough to avoid the crowds. And to top it off I’m sure I spotted Chrissie Wellington and definitely saw Luke Bell staying in the same place.
A short 5km run with MM along the scenic (but hilly) Pacific Drive was a good way to spend the afternoon as I had to release some nervous energy and MM was just itching to go for a run.
Thursday was busy with registration, being taken for a tour of Pt Mac with one of my adopt-an-athlete sponsors and drinks & nibblies with another sponsor - such is the life of a wannabe pro triathlete

Seriously though, both sponsors were very welcoming and it was great to be part of an initiative that got the local businesses involved in the whole event.
In between promotional obligations I managed to get out for a short ride to check out the bike course and the infamous hill on Matthew Flinders Drive. It certainly lived up to it’s reputation but the first time I rode up I noticed how difficult it was to climb. When I got to the top I checked my rear derailleur and noticed I still had two gears available! In the words of Lance Armstrong ‘I didn’t get it’, so I turned around went back down and climbed back up in the easiest gear which was much better.
More members of Team Mango arrived on Thursday with only younger sister Mango and two niece Mango’s due to arrive on Saturday afternoon.... Or that was what I was led to believe but more on than later.....
Friday was an early morning swim followed by lunch with Miners and the Mango clan with a surprise visit from ‘Uncle Kel’ a six-time Ironman. The carb loading party at night was a great event. Ben Darwin was the guest speaker followed by some quick interviews with the leading male and female pros. All good inspirational stuff and got the adrenaline pumping.
After the compulsory briefing on Saturday morning there was memorial service for Ian Green aka ‘Green Machine’ which was a fitting way to farewell the legend. It was here I met a member of Transitions, Big Chris. Such was the charisma exuded by Chris that in the short time I spoke to him he left a real impression and I remember walking away thinking that regardless of what happened the following day I
would be back to do another IM and I
would do it faster, better and smarter.
The rest of Saturday comprised of bike check in and then kicking back, relaxing and watching some movies until around 5pm when I received another little surprise. As I previously mentioned I was expecting my younger sister and two nieces to arrive but when there was a knock on the door I not only saw them but my older sister and her family as well (they had all driven up from Canberra) ! And in addition everyone (16 in total) was wearing a ‘Team Mango’ t-shirt with their respective Mango names like Mini Mango, Brother Mango, M.I.L (mother in law) Mango, etc. This was all too much and I’m not too proud to admit I had a bit of an emo moment.
It couldn’t get any better than this. Here I was about to take on one of the biggest challenges of my life and I had the most important people in the world with me in a show of support that is unrivalled. Thank you guys so, so, so, so, so much.
At this point, particular mention should to go to the chief cheerleader of Team Mango who organised all of this without my knowledge. Well done Mahal. I can’t wait to return the favour
Race Day0300 – Had set the alarm but didn’t need it as I was already awake. Breakfast consisted of 4 slices of toast with nutella (real Ironman food) and a concentrated dose of Endura optimiser. Back to bed for an hour and a half before getting ready for the day ahead.
No more sleeps to go. This was the day I had constantly thought about since the seed had been planted and I made the decision to commit.
My mantra for the day was: Slow is smooth, smooth is fast
0515 – Arrived at swim check-in to a torrential downpour which had everyone absolutely soaked before we had even started. All I can remember thinking was, ‘thank God I had trained in the wind and rain’.
0620 – T minus 10 minutes and counting. Entering the water I was completely calm but I recalled that it was a mere 12 months ago that I was standing on the same shore that I was now looking at and at that time I was in absolute awe of these ‘super’ athletes in the water.
BOOOMMMMM !!!!
The SwimThe cannon blast signalled the start and I was past the point of no return.
As expected I was punched, kicked, kneed, elbowed and swam over although I will admit I did give some (ok a lot) back as well. After about 1k I found some relatively clear water with only a few other swimmers around me which allowed me to find a nice rhythm and focus on my stroke without having to worry about getting knocked out by a wayward elbow.
At the first turnaround heading back to the start the current was quite strong and it felt like I was swimming and getting nowhere. Fortunately everyone was experiencing the same thing and we battled on together. The second lap was somewhat easier as the field had spread out a little although the bottlenecks coming into the finish still provided some physical entertainment.
My goal for the swim was 1:15. I came out of the water and the clock read 1:13:xx. I actually thought I might have gone faster but I was still happy to come out of the water feeling good apart from not being able to feel my feet for the first 5-10mins.
T1I had decided earlier in the lead up that I wanted to be comfortable throughout the day. I wore nothing but speedo’s under my wetsuit which meant I would need to do complete change in T1. No problem, the volunteers are absolute champions in helping you out. I took 7ish minutes to put on my tri knicks and top, apply sportshield, shoes and socks, check the hair and makeup but it could easily have been double that if it weren’t for the fabulous volunteers. Thanks guys.
The BikeOnce on the bike I noticed my heart rate monitor had decided to stop playing so I had no idea how hard I was working which basically threw out race plan number 1 which was to do the bike leg at sub AT for the first two laps then step it up a notch on the final lap if the legs were feeling good.
The contingency plan was to go on RPE (rate of perceived exertion) which is something I guess most people do anyway. Fortunately, throughout the course of endless hours in the saddle I had familiarised myself with how I felt at a given HR intensity level and I figured I could get through the bike leg without too much drama as long as I held back and saved my legs for the run.
Aside from the adverse weather conditions which at some stages was quite character building, the first lap of the bike was uneventful I stuck to my nutrition plan which was drinking every 15mins and alternating solid foods and liquid carbs (endura opti) every time I had a drink. I completed the first lap in a shade over 2 hours.
The second lap was a bit more interesting as I think my nutrition plan was probably geared towards hotter conditions because once I had ‘broken the seal’ I needed to make pit stops every 45-60 mins. Now I have read and heard about the hardcore guys out there that do their thing on the bike whilst on the move but I’m afraid that’s not for me and besides each toilet break provided an opportunity for a break albeit a very quick one.
Lap 2 and 3 were both roughly the same time which allowed for some fade but I certainly didn’t factor in the multiple pit stops. On the positive side I was pleased that each ascent up the MFD hill presented no real problems and in the scheme of things really is over-rated. I know making that statement will probably come back to bite me but that’s merely my opinion.
It was a great feeling to roll into town on the final lap as I was looking forward to getting off the bike and onto the run.
Goal time for the bike was 6:15. The official split is 6:30:xx but I think that includes T1. Mental note – adjust hydration requirements to suit weather conditions.
T2A quick change of shoes and socks, re-application of sportshield on the sensitive bits and a bit of a wait for the application of sunscreen had me through T2 in less than 5 mins.
The RunI started the run feeling strong and really didn’t feel the effects of being in the saddle for over 6 hours. Once again without the heart rate monitor I was forced to go on RPE so my focus was to maintain that ‘easy and comfortable’ feeling for the first two laps then put it all on the line on the final lap if the legs were up to it.
I had initially attempted to gauge my pace by checking the splits off the 2km markers but found there were some incredible variations in time and given that I didn’t feel like I was slowing down or going any quicker I figured the markers were out and decided to give up on that exercise after 12km.
Slow is smooth, smooth is fast.
I kept repeating that mantra every so often and found it helped immensely in keeping me focussed on the here and now rather than the seemingly distant finish line.
The cool weather once again played a factor during the run. My race strategy was to walk through every aid station and alternate drinking water, Gatorade and cola with a gel at 15, 20, 25, 30 and 35 km. This strategy worked a treat from stopping me from getting dehydrated or but it resulted in 3 or 4 (can’t remember) pit stops including a memorable one where both portaloos were occupied. I was waiting patiently when a female runner comes up and upon seeing that she would have to wait a while proceeded to go into the bushes and did her business right in front of me and a number of other people!
After the initial shock I felt somewhat embarrassed that she had to go it alone so in a show of camaraderie I went to another bush some distance away and did my thing. I can’t recall seeing her again so I assume her no-portaloo-required pit stop did the trick and got her quickly moving again.
Apologies for the distraction.
The final lap is a bit hazy but the memory that stands out was when I was coming through the IM village for the final time I spotted the whole of Team Mango standing on the side of the course and they gave me a cheer that lifted and gave me a burst of energy the likes of which I have never experienced. I roared out as loud as I could, “ I’M COMING HOME !! “. According to the Ironman Live website I apparently I ran the last 5.2km in approximately 21mins. I don’t know how accurate that is but if it’s true I would put it down to the cheer I received from Team Mango.
Bright Lights & Blue CarpetThere it was.
I had lived my dream and it was absolutely everything I expected and more. As I entered the shute it was empty and I was so overawed with the occasion that I could do nothing but smile and pump my fists in the air.
I looked for Team Mango and found them exactly where my beautiful bride to be and chief cheerleader said they would be. I gave Mini and Jen Jen Mango a kiss and hug then continued onto the finish line where Mike ‘The Voice’ Reilly called me in and welcomed me to the club….
Post RaceI spent about an hour in the recovery tent having a feed followed by a massage and getting my prized finishers t-shirt.
Afterwards I met up with Team Mango and shared some very special moments with each and every one of them. In my mind I truly had THE BEST support crew in the world.
I can’t thank the volunteers enough for the level of commitment, dedication, enthusiasm and professionalism shown throughout the week and even moreso on race day. You guys are all champions in your own right you my respect.
Thank you to the fabulous CR cheersquad (including the online cheering) and if they are reading this, all the Panthers and Trannies that gave shouts of encouragement. You guys made a world of difference when things were getting dark - literally and metaphorically ;-)
Coach B+. Mate, I’m a convert and you can expect a call in the next few weeks as I have some unfinished business to attend to with this IM caper.
To all my fellow Ironmen and Ironwomen, congratulations. You all deserve a quadruple scoop of hot fudge chocolate ice cream with m&m’s, mars bar and flake all mixed in
Post Race ThoughtsFor such a self indulgent sport where the focus of competitors is often me, me, me I am simply amazed and extremely humbled by the amount of support we triathletes receive from friends, family and even complete strangers.
I find it difficult to express the gratitude I feel for the level support and understanding I have received throughout my training campaign and particularly on race day from Team Mango.
Whether they realise it or not, every member has played a major role in getting me to the start line and pulling me through to the finish. For this I am eternally grateful.
I have nothing but my deepest heartfelt thanks to give to each and every one of you. The journey I have undertaken couldn’t have been possible without you. I might have been able to
do an IM but it would never have been complete without the people that mean the world to me.
Finally I couldn’t sign off without making special mention of the two people that give my life meaning.
RJ – my ebullient daughter. You are my rock and I gather strength from the way you have grown into a young lady that shows wisdom and compassion beyond her years.
Jen – my beautiful fiancée. Thank you for making me believe dreams can and do come true.
Mango out.
Edited for typos.