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Still, there are a number of ways to stay reasonably updated. Start List — Note that there are two start groups, 24 hours apart. First start and second start. The time limit is h for the first start and h for the second. The one I think is the most straightforward is shown. This link goes to the tracker. It is not a GPS based live system but entirely dependent on the riders posting relevant information. Hopefully most will do that. Both riders themselves and a number of prolific instagrammers are expected to post updates. Look out for sverigetempot sverigetempot and lengthofsweden. Organiser account — some updates are likely to come here. For general banter and speculation check out this thread. Should you feel like standing by the side of the road to cheer this is much appreciated. Beware that waiting times might be very long…. Less than two weeks to the start of Length of Sweden — Sverigetempot and I somehow feel I need to say something about it. But a km non-stop ride can occupy your mind and if you have a blog that seems like an excellent place to try and describe some of those thoughts. Have I done any training since my last blog post? Yes and no. In the beginning of June I did a km solo afterwork ride during the warmest week of the year so far? I made a conscious effort to keep non-moving time down and pace high. For those who have a detailed interest, the ride can be seen here. As per usual on my medium distance rides, energy intake during the ride was pretty low. My legs worked well as expected and so the only severe discomfort was riding the last 50km with empty water bottles. I intentionally tried to keep the consumption low to see how far a couple of bottles would last in the heat so when I hit the home stretch I was already in debt. Probably still far away from dangerous, but extremely unpleasant. Summer sunset. The first was the April edition of Toppen af Nokken pushing the kids and the second is the now infamous postkm Copenhagen Marathon. I came flying through the halfway mark feeling great, but not too long afterwards the bounce in my legs was fading away fast and with it my motivation to really suffer. Still, it was a lovely evening to run around in the sun. The 8 laps you run in order to complete the course offsets the rather small field of starters about 40 this time as you can greet each other either on the out and back segment or as you lap someone. Toppen af Nokken is a nice little event run once a month less than 3 kilometers from our house. In a normal season, only the km brevet offers proper night riding. But apart from that, this ride was also a test of the full ultra rig. Midsummer sunrise and totally chilled cows. Ok, one tiny picture based music review. The field at Sverigetempot this year is highly competent with lots of strong and experienced riders. That would have been the normal, sensible response. It should be fun. Copenhagen Marathon starting Sunday But it would give me the opportunity to run together with my wife. The longer the distance and duration of something is the greater the risk that something goes wrong. All manageable on their own but as said; combine them and the odds are not in your favor anymore, if they ever were. Still, the only way to go about it is the same way you eat an elephant. Since the km season premiere which saw about 35 starters, the numbers have gradually declined as the distance increases. After the usual banter we rolled out at That time of the year. Sprint lead-out. High on life. Instead we ride the last hour into Kungsbacka in our summer clothes which is not ideal. The plan was to have a quick meal and get dressed for the night. Nils and I are alone now as Ebbe has said goodbye to ride the rest of the way alone. We found shelter from the rain in a bus stop and while Nils tried to make the wheel clear the fork and brake I thoroughly documented our misery. Misery is good for the soul, a. Out of tune banjo. Around Once I get part this point things are generally ok. We eventually stumble into the Halmstad CircleK the late night refuge formerly known as Statoil station shortly after midnight and sit down for a little while with a hot dog and a cup of coffee each. Nisse in Laholm by Night. We arrive in Helsingborg and get our stamps through the little night hatch at Now the sun is rising and suddenly the roads are dry. In fact I suspect it never really rained south of Landskrona. After kilometers my Garmin goes into some kind of freeze. After a few failed restarts I get my phone out to track the last part of the ride. Old school. When in doubt, just ride faster! I have not alerted the fanclub in Lomma for this particular occasion but I fish the phone out as we pass: We should be fine. We are. Two men sharing the pace setting. Half the ride in nice conditions, half the ride in shitty conditions. The fastest k brevet for any of us by some margin. After a quick breakfast at Shell Holma we say goodbye and auf wiedersehen and I roll on to catch the The final m from the station and home confirm that, luckily, Copenhagen would treat us all to a nice day. I think my motivation would have really plummeted if it was still raining. It turns out the entire family is still asleep when I walk through the door so in silence I start peeling off my dirty cycling clothes. But trust me, the final marathon of an ironman is dead easy compared with what was about to go down. Safety first. I think I was actually on the toilet when the start gun went of, but since all city marathons are timed with a chip this only matters if you try to win. This allowed to to some catching and overtaking and about 3 km in we encountered my dad. Good, clean family entertainment you can trust. Yet again, endurance sport is a mind game. You have no choice. On this parameter a city marathon is the complete opposite; you have the choice to simply step off the course anytime you want and all your troubles will be over. From about 25 kilometers we start interchanging the running with walking some sections in order to save my legs a bit. We time the walking to come immediately after the aid stations so we have some drinks and fruits to enjoy while walking. The contrast to the previous night was almost absurd; from wet and cold solitude to real summer weather and thousands and thousands of spectators lining the streets. We walk briefly at the remaining aid stations but not much. If Bryn says something funny I start laughing but the laughter can turn in to crying. Almost incomprehensible… emotional. This was really awful. The duration, sleep deprivation, physical effort and amount of pain to get through that run was a brutal combination. A few minutes after the finish. The intensity will need to come down a bit and sleep must be fitted in. I think the heat caught a lot of people out during the marathon — I was surprised at how many people seemed to abandon looking rather rugged, some even quite early on. Basically; if I had enough energy and fluids in me to be out there for many hours others should have been able to as well. During such conditions a rain jacket would have been quite useful. You then proceed to ride at high intensity and get even wetter inside. Breathable fabrics? For all the technological advances in the world it will remain extremely difficult to make a material which only leaks one way…. Then it stops raining, but now most people have gotten used to the jacket and feel nice and safe in there. Without a jacket you keep getting wetter and wetter until you are indeed soaked through. This can be more or less unpleasant depending on the temperature. But what is rather astonishing is how fast good clothes become reasonably dry and entirely comfortable after the rain stops. Nils and I had km remaining out of about ; we were out of the woods and the wind direction was not to be in our favour any more. The km in many ways is the standard brevet distance I dread the most and I think it comes down to the stress of knowing that you can make it a one day ride if you really put the effort in. Unfortunately that means riding and not riding — breaks are kept short like it was a km brevet. You just do it twice. I have not started a brevet wearing shorts since so the sheer sensation of actively trying to avoid being too hot also contributed to the general enthusiasm. Back in Green. Nils, Ebbe and stock. It is in fact true as mentioned on a related blog that two of us were getting genuinely impatient at this point — almost km had passed without a single -ryd och -hult sign sprint. OK, OK — the weather and nature was lovely, but what kind of brevet was this supposed to be? I was sitting in third position when Nils suddenly accelerated from the good, steady clip to something markedly more ferocious. We also have similar preferences regarding how much time to spend at controls and what constitutes an acceptable meal during a brevet. Remember most of the events in question last significantly longer than a normal working day. Not many have provided any feedback on that aspect of the km ride. So dear reader, as evidenced by above hot dog intake there was no such dogmatism on this ride. Onboard I had three ham and egg sandwiches, one bag of Ahlgrens Bilar, the Rawbite energy bar I never needed last time and finally this baby:. Good stuff. But the bike should be one of them at least. Two-up Time Trialling at its finest. Partner in Crime. Ice cream? You get the picture. The time is around Escape from the sun. I could get philosophical about this and I actually think I will. You just have to learn how to get hold of all that lovely, usable energy. You can train your body to get better at it, but in the end you have to trick your mind. Total average : Non-moving time: 56 minutes. Moving average: Not at all bad, if I may say so myself. Also note the wild mix of new and old Statoil stamps. Now, as hinted last time I was accompanied on this brevet by my wife Brynhild. But this weekend the stars aligned and the kids could get some grandparent time while Bryn and I could ride a km brevet. I can quite comfortably do a km ride after work without extra energy and without having eaten since lunch, but doing km could be a tall order. Another is a conscious move to bring myself into a deficit both physically and mentally making also the short rides as hard as possible. So with only some zero calorie electrolyte drink and one emergency energy bar I set out. But not until after eating a very solid breakfast. Some of my friends from Copenhagen also signed up for this event. Jim and Greg took the train in the morning and met us at the start. The weather forecast was unrealiable so I think we all had a rain jacket stuffed away somewhere, but at this stage it was a beautiful morning. We agreed that whatever the weather did next this was pretty much worth it. I spent quite a bit of time at the front which is just as well with all the little twists and turns, road furniture, etc. The Konditori cost us another group of people so we were down to eight who hurried outside to mount our bikes. While we were fiddling with our bottles or whatever it is you do , it actually started snowing a little bit. Assessing the situation before leaving Ljungbyhed. When I got to the top after a minute max effort I briefly contemplated if that really had been such a smart thing to do with km to go and the plan not to eat anything still very much alive. It was also approaching lunch time so, whether short of energy or not, my body was expecting food at this stage. Bryn and I took it quite easy here while she took the opportunity to eat a fair bit of her food homemade broccoli bread, it may well catch on with the rando crowd. This was a slightly cheeky, energy conserving move and indeed, we were again able to join the back of the queue at the next control. Jim, Greg and Nathan decided to stick with me and Bryn. As it happened they never got more than a couple of hundred meters up the road and before long we were all back together and would in fact stay that way for the rest of the ride. Photo control at Eket. That rare occasion when you take a selfie and look into the wrong camera. Endurance sport is a mind game as much a physical challenge. It was beautiful, sunny spring day and the air was very, very clear. We kept rolling along, still at a good clip. As we rode through Habo Ljung I got my phone out to alert my dad that we were close, allowing our two daughters to come out and cheer as we rode past. Here we also said goodbye to Nathan who decided doing the final 15km once i. He turned out to have pretty good kick after km so we were both going absolutely full gas in the end with me managing to hold him off. A solid post ride meal… or something. So what about this eating, does it work? Strava activity. About 35 randonneurs gathered in the parking lot outside yet another petrol station, to ride the km from Lund Sweden to Hishult a bit further north in Sweden and back again. My own training has generally been going very well this winter. The big goal this season is Sverigetempot see previous post in July. So, with a new road season about to start I was eager to see what my status was. Randonneurs are typically good at, and prepared to, ride their own pace as well as riding alone when needed. Clearly most quickly decided that the pointy end was not for them, not today. The pace was kept high as the misty morning gradually turned into a rather lovely early spring day. I and at least one more rode in shorts towards the end. I must say I featured both at the front of the bunch and at sign sprints all signs ending with -hult och -ryd, FYI. In my jersey pockets I had two ham and egg sandwiches and a chocolate bar. I bought two more chocolate bars at the control. Top up at the control. Lovely bike. Our group of six contained three steel frames, two carbon frames and one titanium frame. Whatever works. Photo: hofweber. Most of my brevet riding had been either solo or in a very small group and it does add another dimension to have a larger group to consider. Since it was still only mid afternoon we all sat down for a bit of food and a chat and most of us even found time for a beer or two before going home. Some did their first brevet and others might have lost count but all in all it was a happy bunch of cyclists. No, today is not New Years Eve. But no, today is my birthday 33, a pretty good looking number and so I saw it fitting to come out of hibernation and talk a bit about both past and future. Run to the hills. So what do you do? Raise the bar. She got three ultra-marathon weekends… Yes, trail running, not shopping marathons. On Sunday July 17th at 9. But really it is so much more. Sverigetempot My start consists of those who figured absolutely no more than hours would be needed, despite there being an option of starting the day before and being given a maximum allowed time hours. I do this for fun and when I do my best and push myself as hard as I can I have fun. Some ambitious attempts have been made in recent years to go sub and some of those strongmen will be on the start line i. Some of us only know each other by reputation, so it will be great fun to get there, get going and see how it all works out out on the road. Planning is not a distraction from training, I promise. Cyclocross in the snow… Photo: Flying Monkeez. Cyclocross in Copenhagen anno is even trendier than having sour-dough bread crumbs stuck in your beard which in turn overtook having an onion tied to your belt a number of years back Am I too far out with the references now? A few years ago people at best would rock up to a race, riding all kinds of bikes and only a few people actually riding them fast. Today the bike I put together for myself a bit more about that later back in is severely outshone by the latest and greatest in bike technology, sold by those very same bike shops who are now selling so many cross bikes they have to organise races for all their customers to be able to make use of their new bikes. If you want to see more pictures from yesterday, check out these links: Cross pictures and more cross pictures. Sunday October 18th saw the much anticipated season premiere of the Soigneur CX-Cup , held on and around a grassy knoll in Albertslund. More than people in total turned up to race in the two different starts offered. Last season there was a lot of good racing in that class and seemed to be where the dads and general enthusiasts gathered. Cyclocross as a cycling discipline is essentially as old as bike racing itself, i. Races are held on short and varied courses with a length of about km. The surface is typically a mix of gravel, grass, sand and mud while the route itself aims to take in as many landscape features as possible; uphills, downhills and sharp turns but also constructed obstacles such as stairs or barriers where the riders often have to get off and run with their bikes. A race typically runs for one whole hour. This is really a lung-busting effort. In that time you do as many laps as you can. It it typically respectful and incident free when a faster rider comes form behind so it works out well. At the start grid there where about 60 of us in our Sunday bests; short legs and sleeves for me on a surprisingly pleasant October day. The course started with a few hundred meters of uphill drag on a gravel road, followed by a few tight turns on grass, leading on a to a narrow flight of stairs. The whole field marched, in a very well-behaved manner, up the stairs in single file. This also meant that most of us lost sight of the front of the race. So from there on there was only one person to race; the guy in front of you. Cyclocross is often characterized by starting as hard as you can, positioning is crucial in the beginning as seen from the queue up the stairs, then doing everything you can to at least sustain that pace. But as lap after lap is completed you learn the course, find your good sections and your not-so-good sections and you can then hold back just a little bit on some sections and go really hard on others. There where also a couple of fairly long descents to rest your legs a little bit. At least for me there was plenty of speed at the bottom anyway, without spinning like a madman, to make the next turn challenging. I managed to over-cook one of those turns anyway on one of the laps and was forced to click out of my pedals to save the situation. Being who I am and not being either willing or able to specialise at one event my technique will always be a bit makeshift, so the powerful sections are where I can make a difference. This is the charm of pacing yourself in varied terrain — apart from knowing your physical capability which is needed in all sports you need to know your strengths and weaknesses in relation to the terrain to judge where to use your energy. So while a race is nominally one hour flat out, the actual truth is more refined. So, what kind of equipment do people i. This is my trusty stead, pictured. Keeping it simple and reducing the risk of things going wrong goes a long way. I will not try to claim that you can race on ANY bike, but you can race on any bike that fulfills the fundamental requirements regarding functionality. Also new for this season is the single 38T chainring. I used to have a double setup but really never needed the big ring. My wheels are old school but good quality — low profile aluminium rims with plenty of spokes on Shimano Dura-Ace hubs. There were sections on the course yesterday where a dedicated mud tyre would have been slightly better but the time difference would have been minimal. Instead I have the reliability and simplicity of having a back-up wheelset with identical performance waiting in the pits in case of a puncture. I also found that my starting position had been sufficiently conservative such that I rarely had to fear people coming from behind — I was the chaser, working my way up. In particular I sensed a lot of people around me fading in the last 20 minutes whereas I could keep going. This is encouraging, but more importantly it is fun. As I race cyclocross for the fun of it that is a very good thing. Bring on the winter season!! Someone could and likely has written an entire blog post about the naming conventions in triathlon and the utter confusion created by corporate interests etc. It was 10m in but I believe it has been changed to 12m followed by a 42,m run commonly and consistently known as a marathon so actually without any of the confusion surrounding the ironman name. I have once done the Marathon marathon although someone without a sense of humor decided to call it the Athens marathon, named after the finishing place rather than the start place. I would encourage everyone to run a marathon, it is entirely doable with some preparation. I would also recommend most people to do an ironman and I would certainly not want to deter anyone. Challenge Copenhagen used as does Ironman Copenhagen today wave starts and I had signed up for the subhour wave. Similarly Brynhild was expecting to need an hour more for both cycling and running thus considering a 12 hour result within reach. Triathlon bikes were needed. This time we were ambitious from the start and from the end of and all the way until August Brynhild and I devoted considerable time, effort and money to this project. There are easier and cheaper ways to get you to the finish line if that is the objective, but that was not how we wanted to do it so we went all-in. During the previous year we had being going to fitness classes at the gym; spinning and body pump mainly. One of the first things we did when the ironman training got serious was to cancel our gym memberships, placing us in a very rare category of people who have quit the gym in order to train more. But what we quickly realised was that in order to get sufficient volume and quality in three different sports we needed a very high utilisation of our available time and if you get home from work at you need to start training at and not at say when the gym class might be. Similarly it became necessary to train before going to work. The swimming pool near our respective offices Kildeskovshallen, Gentofte opened at 6. Without getting ahead of myself too much, I can reveal that it has now been a few years since I last did an ironman. This was before we had kids so just thinking about setting an alarm for 5am was a pretty big step. To then immediately get out of bed, get in the cycling clothes and drag yourself out in the dark, wet and windy Copenhagen morning to ride the 15km to the pool did take some determination. Then again on Thursday. And next Tuesday again. And so on. When you first get in the pool it is most certainly not warm enough so it is with a slight shiver you push of and do the first length. Some weeks the Tuesday-Thursday swimming program was amended with either a Friday afternoon or Saturday morning swim, so about 2. As far as running was concerned I decided to follow roughly the same training structure as the year before. Naturally the speed of many of the sessions was now different as I was now a much faster runner, but the mix of long, short, easy and hard runs was roughly the same. This typically added up to m swimming, km running and km cycling commute included. The seriousness only becomes apparent when considering just how many weeks we did this. There were easier weeks every now and then, during extended periods of hard training the body must get a chance to recover. But no marathon. I could not risk losing three weeks of training. In line with the recovery weeks thrown into a sufficiently hard and long training program, tapering towards the end also featured. Again, much in the same way as dedicated rest weeks, taper is pointless unless you were actually training hard before. I knew I was well prepared and I was actually more excited than nervous. Excited that I was about to put it all to the test, execute and get the confirmation that I was indeed an ironman. It was raining a little bit during the swim, but there was no wind so it was a steely, grey lagoon we swum in. I had concluded months earlier that I only had one pace in the water, even A LOT of extra effort would only result in a very marginal increase in speed. This should not really be the case in swimming, but with my technique it is, so my only plan was to keep it together and get to my bike as fresh as possible. This worked well and I got out of the water in about and followed up with a pretty decent transition so when the cycling started I was already 10 mins ahead of the 10 hour schedule. But that was nothing compared to the rain that had come through Copenhagen the night before the event. I had ridden the bike route SO many times in training, five years later I still know every turn. Being the modest swimmer but comparatively string cyclist I am I spend the bike leg of triathlons going past people. This morning cycling seemed particularly easy. Then again, the mental aspect of endurance sports cannot be underestimated and the signal I was sending myself by whistling and humming was important; I was strong and I was in control. But, I consider more than 2 bottles completely unnecessary. Similarly, carrying some food is good as you might struggle to stock up on everything on every aid station but unless you have very specific dietary requirements its safe to assume you will be able to stock up along the route. The trickiest part might be to actually remember to eat and drink the stuff. My inner dialogue this day was extremely focused; eat, drink, ride the damn bike! Now I had just started the second marathon of my life, after racing basically as hard as I could for over 6 hours. We ran together for about one lap which was fun. The only reason to stop is if that will get you to the finish line faster and while such scenarios can certainly be imagined, they are rare. So you keep going. Food and drink becomes more and more primitive the closer you get to the finish and as the ends draws closer flat, luke warm Coca Cola is about the only thing you can imagine trying as you rush through the aid stations. Every time you complete a lap you get a little wristband and a brief look at the turn into the finish chute before you turn away for another 14km. The feeling of triumph at the end of the final lap, when I raised my arm to display the complete collection of armbands and turned off the course towards the finish line was truly fantastic. In the finish chute! Brynhild, my darling wife, finished in Vemdalen km 6. Venjan km 7. Karlskoga km 8. The one I think is the most straightforward is shown Controls: 9. Hyltebruk km Smygehuk km Tracker This link goes to the tracker. Instagram Both riders themselves and a number of prolific instagrammers are expected to post updates. Look out for sverigetempot sverigetempot and lengthofsweden Facebook Organiser account — some updates are likely to come here. Forum Chat Swedish For general banter and speculation check out this thread. Roadside Support Should you feel like standing by the side of the road to cheer this is much appreciated. Any questions? Put on your pink shoes and dance the blues. Sold out…. Photo: hofweber Most of my brevet riding had been either solo or in a very small group and it does add another dimension to have a larger group to consider. No Stairway To Heaven. Swim exit. Run, Run, Run. Create a free website or blog at WordPress. Subscribe Subscribed. Sign me up. Already have a WordPress. Log in now. Loading Comments Email Required Name Required Website. Design a site like this with WordPress.

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