It's amazing....

What a good fitness session can do for you. A testing hilly run earlier on this evening has left me feeling great. I'm in fine fettle, which will come in handy during the long night ahead.

Mixed feelings

On the one hand a great entertainer....

Raise your glasses...

To my fellow triathletes who performed with such distinction on Sunday. Brother-in-law Trevor flew around the course in a breathtaking 2 hours, 40 minutes. My good friend Julia Hodgson, hampered by an ill-suited bike, still managed to complete the course in 3 hours, 23 minutes. I take my hat off to both of them.

Life after the Liverpool Triathlon

Apart from a slightly tender backside, (the legacy of a lop-sided bike ride?) I feel pretty good. Working a night shift after the race wasn't great, but I managed to survive. The adrenaline from Sunday was still flowing so it helped to get through until morning. Six hours of sleep later and I am getting back to normal. But my imagination has been well and truly captured by the Triathlon, and the preparation for my next event has started already.

The Swim

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Leading up to the event I was terrified at the prospect of doing a one mile long open-water swim. Once I had practised however, (I did four swims in total) I found that I was quite looking forward to it. On the day I swam the course in 36 minutes, and I left the water feeling exhilarated, if not a little dizzy and tired. I think that, with some coaching, more lengths and much more training, I could bring that time down to below 30 minutes. It was probably my best performance of the day

The Bike

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My concerns about the suitability of my bike were proved correct as I completed the course in 1 hour, 30 minutes. From the moment I cycled onto the course I was routinely overtaken, and it would have proved far more demoralising had it been a surprise. As it was I was ready for it, although it was no less frustrating. I actually felt that I was cycling well, and I never lacked effort at any point. But I just didn't have the hardware, and that prevented me dipping under three hours in total. I used the time on my bike well as I a) admired the many stunning bikes that were flying past at regular intervals and b) working out how I am going to finance the purchase of a new machine. I clambered off the bike in transition needing to run a 46 min 10k to achieve my pre-race target.

The Run

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A solid if unspectacular run of 51:52 gave me my final finish time. I took the first lap very cautiously, allowing my legs to recover from the bike section and to gradually loosen up. I pushed it for the second and I finished strongly, milking the applause that came my way. Unlike a few running races I have entered, I immediately began to examine my performance, looking for areas in which I could improve. I was very positive about how I had fared, and I refrained from criticising myself for not achieving the time I had so hoped to get. The Triathlon bug has, like for so many others, bitten me hard.

Three disciplines gives every competitor a chance to shine, and the transition is a place to prove you are adept in changing clothes. Never before has towelling my feet taken on such importance, and my lack of talcum powder cost me 10 seconds at least. The sight of myself in a wetsuit, with every excess ounce of fat on display, has inspired me to get to grips with my food intake. The training of the last few weeks has finally started to pay dividends with a noticeable body shape change underway. Looking around at my fellow triathletes, one couldn't help but feel that becoming trim is essential if progress is to be made. That, and the acquisition of a new bike better suited to racing, will go a long way to help make my tri experience more positive.

Looking to the future, I have made the following plan which I hope will lead to the Ironman distance in four years time. It is open to change, and I plan on getting some expert advice from those who have done it over the coming weeks and months. But for now, the plan is as follows;

Rest of 2009 to early 2010 - base training. This will include getting some further swimming and cycling coaching.

Spring 2010 - Olympic Distance tri around March/April.

June 2010 - Liverpool tri again, (aiming for around 2 hrs, 45 mins).

Rest of 2010 - early 2011 - further base training.

Mid 2011 - Half-ironman distance.

Rest of 2011 - base training.

Spring 2012 - half-ironman event.

June/July 2012 half-Ironman event

Rest of 2012 - Mid 2013- Ironman specific training.

SOMETIME IN MID TO LATE 2013 - IRONMAN

That's the plan anyway. Looks good to me.

3 hrs, 6 mins....

This is 50 feet from the finish line. Full report tomorrow.

Not the one that got away.

The one that got away was bigger, but this is a belter nonetheless, Ellie had pestered me to go fishing so we were very pleased when this was eventually on the bank. I had a cheap telescopic rod, a broken and battered reel, and sweetcorn instead of maggots. But a little bit of angling skill later and we were celebrating wildly. A great moment.

5 miles...

...In the bag. With less than a week to go it's just a case of ticking over now. I haven't done too much running lately but I still felt strong. The rest of the week will be spent doing short, sharp work, with a few 'bricks' thrown in, (practising bike then run). I'm getting into the tri-zone now, and am getting so involved, I think I should go out and buy a bike. I deserve it.

A week is a long time in Triathlon

With just 7 days to go until the big race, my preparation is now in the fine-tuning stage. I am heading to the Albert Dock at 9am to take part in my fourth and final open-water swim before next Sunday and, perversely, I am now looking forward to it. It seems so strange that only a month ago I was petrified at the prospect of swimming in the docks, yet now I am actually excited , and certainly not afraid or intimidated. If I am honest, I'm more nervous about stages two and three as my bike is slow, (it's a hybrid, used for commuting) and I haven't done too much running of late. That said, I feel that I have a good running base to call upon so I should be okay. The weight loss which I threatened all those weeks ago has failed to materialise, and I look truly awful in the wetsuit. It leaves little to the imagination, and highlights every bit of spare flesh, (I have plenty in case you are short). But it really is about taking part, and I am relishing the challenge, and hope that I come through unscathed.

Do I look as tired as I feel?

Not the most interesting post I admit, but I could murder a nap.

24 hours on...

...And I am still buzzing. To be voted the CLUB person of the year is quite an honour in my opinion, and the recognition makes my work inside the club even more worthwhile. I fully realise that people who get involved in junior football do so for their own reasons; by that I mean their intentions aren't altruistic. Whether it is a desire to coach, having some control, the need to work with children, or the opportunity to teach etc.. the options are endless. For me, the chance to spend quality time with my son, try my hand at coaching whilst attempting to develop other young footballers, was too good an opportunity to miss. From that came the match reports which reignited my love for writing and which, after a few twist and turns, has led to my enrollment onto a Journalism course, with the prospect of a career change in the future. So, in short, the position of a football coach has led to many different things, and it fulfills many needs in my life. Gaining recognition for that, and for it to mean such a lot to other people, is deeply satisfying to me. The club website, which I set up and continue to run, has proved very successful and popular, with almost 5,000 hits to date. Whilst slightly embarrassed as I made my up to collect my shield, inside I was thrilled. I have always respected the pillars of a club, those people who make it happen, and to be put in that bracket is great. Now I have to build upon this, and keep trying to improve the club in the future.

A special day

But I'm too tired to tell the tale. I will fill in the blanks tomorrow.

By Liam Deveney, Marshalls FC Club Person Of The Year 2008-09!!!

Another gratuitous photo

But I am very pleased with it.

Or Ellie could become a model

If I don't become a Journalist...

....maybe I could become a Photographer.

We're going to the zoo, zoo, zoo