Skiing in Ischgl Austria

Just back in the door from a wonderful week’s skiing in Ischgl, Austria. The body (and mind) are a bit jaded at this point but it was more than worth it.

Ischgl is one of the best ski resorts in Austria. The combination of an excellent 200km+ worth of runs (including some seriously challenging and breathtaking red runs), legendary Apres Ski, excellent conditions and a smugglers run into nearby Sauman in Switzerland for duty free means that it’s hard to beat Ischgl for a week of fun in the Alps.

It’s definitely not a place for Beginners though. Out of the 5 of us in the group, 4 of us picked up injuries (I escaped unscathed*touches wood*) – including one serious injury which required a skidoo to pick up the wounded from the side of the mountain!

That aside, anyone with a few ski trips under ther belt with love it.

For more info, check out Ischgl.com

Some quick photos.

Idalp, Ischgl

Idalp, Ischgl

Taking a break on the Icy but beautiful Red 7

Taking a break on the Icy but beautiful Red 7

The view of Red 1 from Hotel Elisabeth Apres Ski

The view of Red 1 from Hotel Elisabeth Apres Ski

Christmas Markets in Cologne

Christmas Markets Cologne

Christmas Markets Cologne

Just spent a very enjoyable few days in Cologne – a city I’ve spent a summer in way back in the day and have very fond memories of – but never managed to get there in the lead up to Christmas when the City is transformed into a Christmas Market wonderland.

In the three or four weeks in the run up to Christmas Cologne gets over 2 million visitors piling in do basically 3 things:

  1. Drink as much gluwein and hot chocolate with rum as possible
  2. Eat as much wurst, kebabs (ok that’s just me) and bbq’s meat as possible
  3. Haggle with the Market traders on all matter of Christmas trinkets

It would seem that most of the 2 million or so chose last weekend to make the trip to Cologne along with ourselves – the place was jam packed.

I would definitely recommend a trip there if you are contemplating it either this year or next.

Just take it easy on the gluwein.

Thierry Henry Handball in France V. Ireland

alright. too depressed to write much about this now.

we’ve been robbed. again. we should be going to South Africa.

anyway – Theirry Henry robbed us.

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FIFA will be delighted.

The rest of the world need to know about the hand ball that gifted France their ticket to South Africa.

It’s time for FIFA to bring in the video replay. NOW

In the meantime, Henry – you should apologise.

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My Dublin City Marathon ’09 Report

well there’s a blog post title I never thought I’d write as an actual race participant!

Yours truly somewhere around Mile 10-11 in the Dublin Marathon 2009

Yours truly somewhere around Mile 10-11 in the Dublin Marathon 2009

but after being compelled by some of the brilliant marathon reports popping up today I thought it would be a worthwhile task to knock out a quick report on my own experience running my first ever marathon (still sounds strange to say I’ve run a marathon)

So here’s a quick run down of the drama of the day.

Weeks of self-imposed house arrest were taking their toll. There’s only so much pasta, bagels and club energise one person can take.

Honestly will not be touching any of the aforementioned substances until at least 2010.

Finally after lots of waiting, it was Monday morning and time for the big day.

I don’t think I’ve ever been up at 6.45 on a bank holiday Monday – unless it was a continuation of a previous evening’s debauchery.

That definitely wasn’t the case yesterday morning. Half a bagel later (couldn’t face a whole one), last few checks to make sure all essential items were in place and out the door for the luas into the starting line.

We got to the starting pens around 8:30 to find a sizable crowd already in place. Commence some swift stretching and some last minute toilet trips and then it was into the breach along with the other 12,748.

Think the Garda Band were on duty and someone also belted out the National Anthem just before the gun went off. Hairs on backs of necks stuff.

Then before you knew it, we were off.

The feet and body in general were bouncing along nicely for the first 3 or 4 miles around North Dublin. In the distance I spotted the Black pacer balloons come into view. Slow down Colm I thought to myself – they are the 3.45 or 3.30 pacers. As I got nearer to them jogging down North Circular Road and my crap eyesight finally was able to make out the time on the balloons I was shocked to realise they were the 4hour pacers! Hmm, I was running a slow pace it seemed after all.

So head went down going into Phoenix Park. Quick toilet break later and I was hot on the heels of the 4 hour pacers.

I passed the 4 hour pacers mid way though the Phoenix Park and was determined to get a few minutes ahead of them knowing I would probably crash and burn over the last 6 miles. The run through the park was beautiful. Someone clearly has a direct line with the weather Gods as it seems the wind and rain was paused for the duration of the marathon and the 6 hours either side of it. The sun was out and it suddenly felt like the middle of July!

So out of the park we went and up towards Crumlin. There is a very nasty climb there which I wasn’t prepared for. Took the wind out of the sails a bit. Nevertheless onwards and upwards.

Shortly afterwards passed the first of our cheerleaders for the day. You know who you are. Honestly, having someone come out to support you on a day like this is what really makes it extra special.

It was somewhere a little further up the road that the backs of the knees started giving out. New pains here. Feck.

Think I took off too quickly after passing the 4h pacers. Completed 13.1 in 1h55m – not a bad recovery from the first few miles and yes I had been running too fast to compensate for the slow start.

So I backed off and slowed the pace down. I also took my first gel (ever). Woah – instant energy boost – these things really work. I went against all accepted wisdom about NOT experimenting with new variables on the big day and it was a risk but it paid off. Cramps gone. Energy in overdrive. Happy Days.

I made a quick pitstop again at mile 15 (thank God they have portaloos on the course) and back on the road. Had a really good spell then from 15 through to Milltown (more cheerleaders in Milltown – thanks guys) and up towards Clonskea. The legs then started to get a bit tired. Turning back up towards UCD and the long steady climb of Nutley Lane was a killer – an absolute killer. The locals were out in force like the know the hill well and their support was dragging people up the hill. Then a nice long descent.

Then on to Stillorgan dualer. Up again over UCD flyover – honestly you’re just making us go up hills now.

It got very tight down the right hand side of the dualer back towards the Merrion turnoff. More downhill – nice.

General fatigue is really kicking in now. Debating whether to take my last gel at this point or to hold it for Mile 22/23.

Just then I spot someone giving out the High5 gels. It’s not my usual (i know I’ve only taken 2 in my whole life and that was in the previous 2 hours but you know the way) Powerbar gel brand but I knock it back ending my previous debate. Jeasus it was nasty! Didn’t get the same kick as with the Powerbar ones. Fatigue still weighing me down. Now is the time you have to dig deep and look for something extra. You start creating little mini-goals to keep you focused on the task at hand. Little by little you keep getting closer to the end. Every time little doubts creep in you squash them as best you can with more mental games and positive thoughts. Only 3 miles to go – sure that’s nothing.

Now it’s time to eat every little bit of sugar in sight (feeling sick) knock the last gel and guzzle yet more water and energise.

Over the Grand Canal Bridge and on to Grand Canal Street. Our cheerleaders have made it back into town and they’ve added a few more familiar faces.

A combination of the last gel, our cheer leaders and the general increased crowds activate the afterburners and the new lease of life now has me tearing home.

Rounding the last corner at Grafton Street and Nassau Street is a truly amazing sensation.

There it is.

Finish Line in Sight.

3h something on the clock.

Foot down. Full on sprint it is.

I don’t remember much after that other than lots of noise and a blur of faces in the crowds. I nearly ran into some other girl who was crossing the line just in front of me.

In hindsight I might have slowed down to truly take in the last few hundred yards and crossed the line with no one else tumbling over the line beside me.

Feck that. Nothing was stopping me getting over that finish line as soon as possible!

Strange emotions

Relief, joy and massive sense of achievement as you might expect.

But also a sense that you’ve just experienced something you’ll never experience again – no matter how many marathons you run in the future.

It was definitely tough – the toughest thing I’ve ever undertaken. But the race itself was only really really tough for the last hour. Up to that things were surprisingly easy (and I use easy in a very loose sense of the word – in that it was not as excruitatingly painful as I was expecting it to be!)

In fact, I’d say the toughest thing about running a marathon is not the race itself but the preparation that goes into it. Hell, the first time I ran 20 miles was probably tougher than the actual marathon. It’s all well and good running a race with thousands of people to spur you on but it’s a whole other matter to get off your arse on a Sunday morning in the wind and rain and put in 3 hours on your own with just the ipod for company. There were times yesterday were the miles just melted away almost too quickly if that makes any sense! I know it doesn’t even make sense to me!

Highlights

  • supporters everywhere – you make this event what it is
  • runner everywhere – the sense of togetherness amongst marathoners is unrivalled
  • the wall of noise from Grand Canal all the way to the finish – feels like a lap of honour in the olympics
  • pacers – brilliant idea – this one should be back next year – you kept me on track for sub 4 hours
  • the organisers – meticulous planning is obvious everywhere – well done
  • the DJ in Crumlin belting out Black Eyed Peas – honestly I wanted to stop – you guys looked like ye were having fun
  • the weather gods
  • the nutters on drums outside every Spar – brilliant energy injection every time
  • Pints in the Mont Clare afterwards
  • Guilt free Junk food for a nice treat later on

So came home in a final chip time of 3h 56m 03s

Well chuffed to have finished at all.

Looking forward to the next one.

Maybe.

Running the Dublin Marathon tomorrow – waiting

So I headed down to the RDS yesterday afternoon to pickup my Race chip and number etc. for the Dublin Marathon on Monday.

Dublin City Marathon Expo 2009

Dublin City Marathon Expo 2009

Have to say – it’s a really well put together expo. I wasn’t expecting it to be so well organised and informative – you don’t normally get that kind of thing in this county.

Anyway, it’s now less than 24 hours to the big day and the pre race nerves have well and truly kicked in!

Today is all about sitting back, relaxing and waiting….

It’s the damn waiting I think everyone hates in these situations.

You’ve done all the prep and training. You’ve checked to make sure you’ve got everything ready for race. Now you just want to get on with it – but you can’t – you must wait until time catches up with your state of mind – this is the hardest part.

Come 9am tomorrow morning the waiting will be over, the gun will sound and 12,500 nutters will put one foot in front of the other for 26.2 miles.

Good luck to everyone taking part.

The waiting is nearly over.

Best paninis in Dublin – Er Buchetto, Ranelagh

been going there for years.

why does Dublin not have more of these kind of places?

cheap. tasty. fast. good service. consistent.

these guys typify the kind of business that this country needs a lot of more of to get us out of the mess we’re in.

go check ’em now.

Buchetto Panini and Soup

Buchetto Panini and Soup

Skiing+Base Jumping – why not?

not for the faint hearted.

but as the man himself says – if you can ski and base jump, why NOT do it?

well….i can think of lots of reasons but then I can’t base jump and don’t ski very well….

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