Another Momentum 94.7 Cycle Challenge is done and dusted. As always it was a great day out I am not just saying that because I work for 94.7 but it is such a well organised event. The weather played its part on Sunday too. It was fairly cool and the wind wasn’t too bad (In patches it did get quite bad though).

My Mom would have been so proud of what we did on Sunday. A year ago we put together a team of nearly 200 cyclists riding in pink in support of the PinkDrive and breast cancer awareness. This year we doubled that with 400 cyclists riding for a cause in Pink on race day. For only our second year being involved I think Noelene, Sharon ,Cecile and all the other fab ladies at the PinkDrive did an amazing job raising funds and creating awareness out of this event. A huge debt of gratitude also needs to go out to the folks at Garmin for the ongoing support as well (Mich you are an absolute star!)

The PinkDrive Group About To Start

I decided a month or so ago that I wanted to do the double. And by the double I don’t mean the mountain bike race the week before and the road race. I mean do the road race twice. So it was with butterflies flying in formation that I went to bed on Saturday night knowing that I was in for a loooooooong day in the saddle on Sunday. I was due to start my first lap at 5:35 (which was the second start group of the day) so it meant a 3:30 wake up call to get to there on time.

I knew I had to go pretty quickly on lap one to get back to the start before the last group went off which was at 9:15. That gave me 3:30 to do the first lap in and then 10 minutes to get back to the start. Considering I have never done a sub 4 hour on this race before I knew I had my work cut out. Also considering the longest ride I’ve done since winter has been 70kms I knew it was going to hurt. There was a group of about 20 riders that were also doing the double in Vodacom kit that I decided to hook onto the back of. Chris Froome, from team Sky, was leading the pack and Joel Strantsky was in the group as well.

Chatting to Joel early on I knew they were going for sub three hour so I thought I would try and hang in there for as long as I could. Going into the city off the M1 my heart rate was through the roof already and I was battling to hang onto the back of the group. With tons of encouragement from Joel I managed to hang on by the skin of my teeth through the city loop. Being a lot bigger than most cyclists I go downhill pretty well (All that means is I am carry about 30kgs more than I should and gravity works for me on the downs) so I was able to keep with them down Jan Smuts and through Randburg into Douglasdale.  We hit halfway in 1:25 and were flying up Witkoppen. I was hurting in a big way but still hanging in. Onto Malibongwe heading up to the Lion Park intersection my phone rang. It was work wanting to do a quick interview on air. We were going quite hard so I am pretty sure I sounded awful because it felt like I was about to pop a lung. We hit the N14 and I was really battling to stay on the back of the bunch. There were a few of us falling off the back at each climb and a few of the stronger riders would push us back into the group. By the time we hit Summit Road I was in all sorts of trouble. My heart rate was still sky high and  I was really battling. Once again on the undulations through Blue Hills I just managed to hang on. Once we turned onto the R55 I knew we were nearly home but we needed to hammer it to get home in under 3 hours. As we hit heartbreak hill I changed down to my smaller chain ring and I dropped my chain and couldn’t get it back on without stopping to putting it back on. By that time I had lost the group. I knew I had to hammer it up the last 3 hills to break 3 hours. I peddled as hard as I could for the last few kilometres and managed to cross the line in 2:58 and some change. I was over the moon.

I then took a really chilled ride back to the start where I waited for the last group to go off before starting my second lap. I had a few minutes to catch my breath and bring my heart rate down before setting off. I was worried how I was going to manage a second lap after the big effort of the first but the way things turned out the second proved easier than the first. Obviously the legs were tired but the intensity was a lot less than lap one and I also made a point to stop quite often and meet up with people at various points along the route. My mate Peter Swanepoel rode both laps with me and was an absolute machine. At the first aid station on lap 2 we stopped so that I could do some running repairs on some chafe I was battling with and he stopped to have a quick puke! I kid you not. He was feeling decidedly rough after our effort on lap 1 but like the legend he is, bit the bullet and hung in there like a champ. We stopped at the Cycle Lab aid station on Witkoppen to wish a mutual friend of ours Helet Conradie a happy birthday and we were soon on out way again. Along Witkoppen there was a slip and slide that a couple of the riders had stopped to go down, I was seriously tempted but was worried that after 150kms on the bike I wouldn’t be able to get back on. There were a few other stops including another one on Witkoppen (to say howsit to a mate of mine Terence) and the N14 (to say howsit to Joseph, one of the dudes who dragged me through Comrades this year).

We saw Chris and Joel and the rest of the Vodacom lads on the N14 as well (after they had stopped for lunch). Another two stops were made before we hit the finish. One was to catch up with Peter’s mom and sister and the other was for me to stop in at the PinkDrive’s support point en route just before the finish.

All in all it was a great day out, even though we spent a total of about 8 hours in the saddle and did over 200kms on the day I felt pretty good at the end of it all.

Once again thank you to everyone involved. A last but massive thank you must go out to each and every cyclist that turned out in pink on Sunday. Many of your stories have touched me deeply and just reinforced why I am so passionate about helping out to raise funds and awareness for the PinkDrive. Your enthusiasm is infectious and I thank you for being a part of this. Your efforts helped save lives today and for that I cannot thank you enough.

If you are looking for the official results you can go here. Turns out I have been disqualified on the official results because I rode it twice with the same chip. Below are a whole bunch of pictures I took on the day as well as the data from my Garmin 310XT.

Start of the Momentum 94.7 Cycle Challenge

On Joel Strantsky's Wheel

Start of lap 2 of the Momentum 94.7 Cycle Challenge

Heading up the M1

Aid Station 1 on St Andrews

Into Doornfontein Past Ponty

Heading Through the Joburg CBD

Through Gandhi Square

View of the Joburg CBD

The Nelson Mandela Bridge

Brad Brown on the Nelson Mandela Bridge

The halfway mark of the Momentum 94.7 Cycle Challenge

Stopped to wish Helet Conradie happy birthday

Going Past Diepsloot

Turning onto the R55 with 10kms to go

The view of Joburg from Kyalami

Brad Brown & Chris Froome courtesy of www.procycling.co.za

Cyclists are cocktonsils. I know I’m generalising but that is what people tend to do when an individual that forms part of a group and behaves a certain way, people tend to lump them all together. A quick twitter poll just proved my point. When I asked “Are cyclists cocktonsils?” Not one person stood up for them.’

I had a really unsavoury incident on my ride this morning that reinforced the stereotype that cyclists are a bunch of idiots. Let me firstly say this. I ride my bike, so from an outsider’s point of view I’m a cyclist. But as far as I’m concerned I’m a runner that does triathlons. The bike part is just a necessary evil. I am not a huge fan of cycling (especially on the road) for safety reasons and I also find the cycling fraternity are generally on their own mission. An example of this is how few cyclists actually great each other (or runners) that they pass on their ride. It also irritates me that cyclists generally demand respect from motorists and other road users for no other reason that they are road users too. Even though the rules of the road obviously don’t apply to cyclists

Through Nic White, I learnt of the Right 2 Ride campaign and I agree whole heartedly with what they are trying to do. The basic premise is that if cyclists want to be respected as road users they need to respect the rules of the road, as all road users are expected to do.

This morning’s ride left me with a really bad taste in my mouth. I was riding along Voortrekker Road towards Keywest shopping centre at about 5:20 when I passed a lone cyclist, I greeted him and carried on along towards Keywest. As I approached the next set of traffic lights they changed to red. I stopped and waited for them to change again. While waiting this cyclist that I passed a couple of minutes earlier had caught up and proceeded to ride through the red light. I shouted to him that the light was red and he retorted “who cares? And who the f&*k do you think you are anyway?” And off he went. The light then changed and I set off after him. At the next big intersection (the cnr of Paardekraal and Voortrekker) he had stopped because the light was again red and there was quite a bit of traffic so he wasn’t able to jump this one. I pulled up behind him and his little rant began “who the f#%k do you think you are telling me what the f%$k to do?” I told him to relax and tried to explain that if he, as a cyclist, wanted motorists to respect him and look out for him on the road he needs to respect the rules of the road. Needless to say he wasn’t buying my argument so I just decided to leave it and let him have his little tantrum. And boy did he vent. “Are you the f%$king metro police? You don’t tell me what to f#@king do you f*$king c#*t!” And on it went until the light changed to green. As we pulled off he kept on going, I turned to him and said “have a great ride” to which he responded “I hope you get hit by a f#@king car”. I legged it, dropped him for the second time and I never saw him again.

What a cocktonsil. Just a few points I’d like to make about this chop (I hope he reads this, but with that sort of mentality I doubt he can read) and other cyclists that behave just like him:

1. I was trying to offer some constructive advice to help you ride as safely as possible. What’s the point of wearing that big yellow reflective vest and having that flashing light on your bike if you are going to decide which laws on the road you will obey or not?

2. By you riding like an idiot and carrying on like you did this morning tars me with the same brush in the eyes of the motorists that feel that cyclists are a bunch of arrogant gits.

3. You need anger management classes.

4. Get some legs you chop. If you could ride as well as you can talk you’d be knocking on the door of the pro teams. If a part timer like me can drop you twice in the space of 10 minutes it might be time to take up a new sport.

And if it makes you feel any better about yourself, I didn’t get hit by that f$#king car you wished on me. Cocktonsil.

I had a really interesting experience last night. I have done a few runs on dirt roads but never a full on proper trail run. I received an invite to the Energizer Night Race which took place on the Monaghan Farm last night. I originally thought I’d do the mountain bike race as I don’t really get to ride my mountain bike much but at the last minute decided to do the 5km trail run instead. That in hindsight was probably the wisest decision I’ve made in a long time. I would have seen my backside without a mirror had I decided to ride my bike. I’m not quite sure what I thought I thought when I read the title of the race and why I didn’t register that ‘Night Race’ meant it would be dark! First trail run, challenging enough but in the dark was probably looking for trouble. I nearly came a cropper a few times but luckily managed to stop myself from falling. Overall it was a really good run and I am dead keen to get in some trail running in the future.

There was also some YouTube greatness at the race last night. Still getting over his concussion after last weekend’s little mishap, Evan van der Spuy was also there. His name might not ring a bell but Buck Norris might? No? What about the dude who got taken out by a Red Hartbees at a mountain bike race in South Africa last weekend? If you haven’t seen the clip watch this:

It amazing how quickly things go viral online. This happened less than a week ago and that little clip has had more than 9 million hits on YouTube already. Truly amazing. The moral of he story is if you want to become an overnight internet sensation, get a mate to film you getting run over by a buck on your mountain bike.

The last 18 months have been a serious rollercoaster ride in my life. I have been lucky enough to transform myself from a morbidly obese couch potato to a pretty fit triathlete. I have been able to achieve some things I never thought possible but have also had a few lows along the way.

I’ve been working on a few projects outside of radio over the last few months and I have been lucky enough to share my story with audiences around the country and even though there is a lot more I’d like to achieve I have realised that a lot of people can relate to my background and have gotten fired up by my journey.

If you would like to hear what I have got to say you can book me as a motivational speaker for your conference or event. I will share my journey with you and some of the obstacles I have had to overcome along the way. It’s a story that will make you laugh, it will make you cry and in the end it will have you cheering. I will share with you the trigger points that got me thinking I need to make a change. I will also give you practical steps to make positive changes in your life. If you would like to share an inspirational story that proves anything is possible with your staff or clients then I might just be the guy for you. To find out more about me as a motivational speaker or to book me please click here.

Race weekend started early Thursday morning with the 960km drive to East London. I arrived at about 3pm, checked into the hotel and headed down to the beachfront for a short run to stretch the legs. It felt awesome to be down there and in good shape ready to race.

The swim course was open on Friday morning and I took the opportunity to get my first surf swim under my belt. It was an interesting experience to say the least. The first 5 minutes scared the living daylights out of me! The sea was quite rough and very cold (I’m really glad I bought a wetsuit the week before after considering not getting one for this race!). Once I got into my rhythm I settled and quite enjoyed it but those first 5 minutes made me realise I was in for a tough swim on Sunday. I registered and attended the race briefing on Friday night. I also forgot to mention that I had dyed my hair pink for the weekend in support of the PinkDrive who I was racing in support of.

The weather forecast for the weekend was heavy rain and for once the weatherman got it right. It rained all Friday night in East London. The weather was starting to make me very nervous. Saturday morning saw the first Irongirl South Africa run and the weather was superb. Not a breath of wind and the sun was shining. Everyone was secretly hoping this is what it would be like on Sunday morning. As soon as the race finished the wind picked up and it started raining. Again. In the space of 10 minutes the weather had gone from great to terrible.

Transition bags about to be packed

I spent the day around the hotel getting my transition bags packed and ready for the next day. The nerves were starting to kick in really badly by lunch time on Saturday. I was cranky and irritable and just wanted to get racing. I hate pre race nerves. I think I’m not very pleasant to be around the day before a big race. Bike check in on Saturday afternoon went smoothly. Got my bike and transition bags racked just before it started raining again. It rained all night again.

2600 Bikes in transition on Saturday evening

I actually slept well Saturday night. I woke up Sunday morning and the first thing I did was head to the window to see what the weather had in store for us. It was overcast and dry but the wind was pumping. I had breakfast and headed down to the start. The excitement and nerves were really starting to build. Last check of the bike and transition bags. Before I knew it I was suiting up, photos were being taken and we were ready to get started.

Waiting for the race to start

We headed down to the beach. 7am and off went the pros. We were the next group off at 7:15. Over the timing mat and to the start line. Even with the wind the sea was flat. The pier to the right of the swim start was providing a bit of protection from the westerly. The ten minutes of waiting took forever. Eventually the gun went and we were off.

Off we go!

My strategy in the swim was to stay out of the heavy traffic and to get out of the water feeling good. The swim to the first buoy is always a bit of a scramble. The first thing that struck me was how cold the water was. It was definitely colder than Friday. We turned left and I was soon into my rhythm and was going really well. Got to the second buoy, turned left and this is where things started getting interesting. I can only breathe on my left and that’s the side the swells were coming from on the way back. I drank serious amounts of water between buoy 3 and 4. I was seriously relieved to reach the last buoy and turn for the beach. I got onto the beach, looked at my watch and saw that I had done the swim in 37 minutes.

Out of the water

Heading up to Transition 1

I headed up to transition feeling a little bit wobbly from the movement in the water but generally felt good. Found my bike bag quickly and headed to the changing tent. Out of the wetsuit into my cycling gear, got my bike and onto the bike route.

Heading out of Transition 1. 90km on the bike to come.

The rain started almost immediately on the bike. The ride down to the N4 was a nice warm up. Turned left off the NEX and the serious business started. We had a serious head wind for the first half and it was bucketing down. It wasn’t pretty. Mike Finch, the editor of Runnersworld, told me at the start to take things easy on the first half of the cycle because its a tough course. He wasn’t far off. I can honestly say the first 45km of the cycle were probably the toughest I have done.

Turning off the esplanade

Trying conditions on the bike

The second swim!

Hammering the bike on the way back to East London

I got to halfway feeling ok, picked up some bottles and something to eat. The ride back was awesome. Tailwind and some serious downhill stretches. I reached halfway in about 2:12, with a 4:15 cut off for the bike I knew I had to hammer the way back and that is exactly what I did. The last 45km took me around 1:15. I got back to transition feeling good and ready for the run.

I had a fairly quick T2 (compared to the picnic I had in T1). Running shoes and peak on and out onto the road. It took a bit of time for the legs to realise what was happening but after the first two kays I was into it and feeling strong. I’d did the first 10km on the run in 62minutes.

The wind pumping and rain pouring on the run

The second lap of the run hurt a bit, especially going up Bunkers Hill. Once I reached the top and had picked up my second lap band it was going to be an easy run home. Maybe not. The last 2kms on the esplanade were straight into the wind but the crowd support on that stretch leading to the finish was fab. I had visualised that stretch many times during training and it was awesome to experience it. Down the red carpet and over the finish line. 6:32.29.

Celebration!

The relief of having had a successful day

I had an awesome experience at my first Ironman 70.3 and can’t wait for the full in 10 weeks. This one was a serious confidence builder in trying conditions and I came through it feeling great. I will definitely be back to the in Ironman 70.3 in 2012

Done and dusted!

The Ironman 70.3 medal

Below are the details of my race on Garmin Connect:

Another count down to another big race commences. This time in two weeks I will be at the 2011 Ironman 70.3 dinner in East London as a 70.3 finisher. Training this week has gone well. I managed to get a few really good sessions in and I’m feeling quite confident. This was my last big intense week before race day, this coming week will be a bit more chilled (although I’m still following the sub 11 Comrades programme) and then the week after is taper week.

This weeks training consisted of 5km of swimming, 213km on the bike and running 49km

If anything its my running distances that are concerning me the most. Not for 70.3 but I have decided to give a marathon a bash the week after at Johnson Crane. I have been looking at different marathons to try and qualify for Comrades and Johnson is it.

As far as kit goes for 70.3 I’m quite excited that I’m going to be rocking it for the PinkDrive again. So I’ll be kitted out in all pink, including my pink Oakley Radars that will be making their debut at 70.3. There are still two small kit issues I need to sort out. Ok they’re not so small. I need to have my KTM Strada 3000 serviced after the front derailer cable came loose on yesterdays ride and I need to get my hands on a wetsuit.

I’m also trying to figure out a way that I can have a map with live tracking on here on race day so that if you want to follow my progress you can, although I will be tweeting and facebooking throughout the day (except on the swim – haven’t figured out how to tweet underwater yet). So if you are a bit techie and know of a live tracking mapping solution I can use please comment on this post.

Halfway into the first week of 2011. Can you cope???!!! Phillip has come and gone and we’re into a new year. December was quite a hectic month and I was rather quiet on the blogging front.

I can honestly say that I am glad the silly season is over and that we can now return to some sense of normality. December was crazy busy. I worked through, as I always do, but there weren’t many fill ins on the radio, like there normally are, so I kept myself busy with other work. I was able to get a whole bunch of admin and necessary leg work out the way to start the new year off with a bang.

In other related news I had 2 tenants in properties I own decide that December is a horrible time to pay rent and that it was better to enjoy their Christmas celebrations than to honour their financial commitments. Needless to say I made sure both were homeless by Christmas but I still took a massive knock financially in December.

On the training front it was a great month. I managed to get a whole bunch of quality training sessions in, even if the weather wasn’t playing along much of the time. Ironman 70.3 in East London is just over two weeks away and I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. Even though I might be doing the swim without a wetsuit due to the aforementioned tenants. But it is what it is and we’ll make the best of it regardless. I also realised in the last week and a bit it is time to start getting serious about my running and January 1 means Comrades 2011 training has officially started. I had a look at the training programmes on the Runnersworld website a week ago and they scared the living daylights out of me. So far so good though, for the last week I have managed to follow the sub 11 hour training programme. I had a chat to Lindsey Parry (the Comrades Coach) just the other day to see if I was on the right track. I told him I’m keen to run four times a week, cycle 4 times a week and swim 3 times a week. He reckons if I do that I’ll be a for away for Ironman in April and Comrades will be no problem in May. So, that’s my training regime for the next 5 months. Watch this space.

2010 was really a bipolar year for me. There were some serious lows. In particular losing my mom and not having my run on the afternoon drive extended. But there were also some awesome highs. Personally the turn around I managed to pull off as far as my health and weight is concerned has to be the biggest highlight for me. From a serious couch potato in 2009 to running my first marathon in 2010 (and subsequently running one more and two ultra marathons) as well as completing a couple of 100 plus kilometre cycle races and two olympic distance triathlons and also losing about 40 kilograms in the year.

2011 is going to be a year of new opportunities for me. I have decided to put most of my time where I get the best results. 2011 is going to be the year to make some serious progress on my business side of things. You may or may not know I own a consultancy where I help business owners develop and create new business online. I’ve been picking up new clients over the last year but it hasn’t been my primary focus. This year it is going to be. I am actively looking for and helping people who need help marketing and growing their business using the internet. I’m quite excited and have already picked up a few clients this year who are already benefiting. If you know anyone who has a business that they would like to grow and expand in 2011 please pass on my details, I’d love to help them out.

For now can I take this time to wish you a very happy and prosperous 2011. May it be your best year yet.

Mohammed Ali once said “The fight is won or lost far away from witnesses, in the gym and out on the road long before I dance under those lights.” and I’m starting to learn the same is true for Ironman. I’m learning triathlons, and especially the longer ones, take a ton of preparation away from “those lights”. I’m really battling at the moment with the solitude of it all. The long swims. The long rides. The long runs. Especially at this time of the year when everyone is talking about winding down and getting away and I’m looking to ramp things up and focus more. I actually just looked at a calender and it is only 16 weeks until Ironman South Africa. 16 weeks until I dance under those lights.

I have been visualising the red carpet and in particular the feeling of heading down that stretch of beach front in Port Elizabeth. The crowd cheering and going wild. Running towards the finish line you realise what you have achieved on that day. More than the 3.8km swim. More than the 180km cycle. More than the 42.2km run. Its the culmination of months and months of commitment and sacrifice. Doing more and going further than you thought possible. Everyone craves glory but few are prepared to put in the hard yards. Few are prepared to make sure the fight is won in the gym and out on the long road.

As you get closer and closer to the line the pain dissipates. The pain of the thousands of kilometres you put in away from the witnesses. When there was no one around to share a sunrise. Or a sunset. A rainstorm. Sunburn.

The first steps have gone unnoticed. The final steps to the summit will not. I haven’t been there yet but I have let myself feel what it feels like to cross that finish line. To the end of the red carpet. Arms raised. Skin crawling with goose bumps. You are an Ironman. Over and over and over again. 16 weeks until I live my visualisation. 16 weeks until I dance under those lights.

I was thinking about Thursday’s Prestige Ultra Triathlon at the Vaal last night. I forgot to mention in my race report about the organisation and I feel quite bad about it. I had a bit to say about the organisation of the last race I did and completely forgot to mention how great this one was. Even though the weather was shocking the race was an absolute pleasure to do. The marshals on the run and the folks manning the tables were out there all morning in the cold and rain and their support never waivered. The tables were superb. They were slightly closer together than normal (about two kays apart) which made a massive difference because I forgot my energy gels and other nutrition in transition so a pb on the run would not have been possible if it wasn’t for the folks out at the tables. I must say a huge thank you to each and every one of them. I will definitely be back for he next one and hopefully the weather doesn’t mess things up then.

I’m sitting watching the cricket this afternoon Mike Haysman just mentioned that we received 100mm of rain on the Highveld overnight last night. I think I was up for most of it! Today was the BSG Prestige Ultra Triathlon and the weather didn’t play ball.

I woke up a few times through the night last night. Some of it had to do with nerves but there was also the mother of all storms last night and the lightning and thunder woke me up a few times as well. Up at 4:00 for a 7am start. I packed the car, popped my bike on the bike rack and was soaked before I left! The drive down to Vanderbijlpark was harrowing to say the least. The roads were extremely wet and slippery. At one point on the N1 at the Maraisburg off ramp the highway was so flooded (across all 4 lanes) that cars were turning back to avoid going through it. I took my chances and drove through it and I’m guessing it was about a metre deep!

I arrived at the Emerald Resort and Casino at almost half past six. A journey that normally takes an hour took almost two this morning. Having heard on the way that the start had been delayed by an hour I wasn’t too stressed about arriving at 6:30. Once there I heard the cycle leg had been cancelled due to the amount of water on the roads. I was seriously surprised as I thought the river would be raging from all the rain and there would be no way we would swim. I was wrong. The swim was on and so was the run.

We started at 8:15 and the swim went better than expected. Swimming upstream was pretty hectic but once we turned back we cruised home. The river was so dirty that visibility was non existent. You couldn’t even see your arm going into the water in front of you. There was also tons of debris in the river which was interesting to say the least.

The lake at the entrance to transition

Transition was pretty wet and I’m almost sure we could’ve swum straight out of the river into transition! My run went really well. There were patches of rain but generally it was dry although underfoot it was still quite wet. I went out pretty hard on the run. I said before the race that with no cycle this was the perfect opportunity to run a sub 2 hour half marathon for the first time (my previous pb being 2:06). At halfway I was feeling pretty good, although I had left my gels in transition, so I kept pushing. I took a bit of strain on the second lap of the run but managed to hang in there to finish the run in 1:53 (20km), and would’ve finished sub 2 if it was a full 21km run. I was really chuffed with my performance even though I was a bit bleak that we weren’t able to cycle. So 70.3 it is for my full half ironman triathlon in January in East London.

On an aside, I bumped into Kate Roberts today as well. I met Kate when I was in Bloemfontein a few months ago on the Comrades road shows. It was really good to see her and she made me laugh big time. We saw each other a couple of times on the run. Before you think I was seriously motoring to keep up with Kate (considering she is ranked 7th in the world in olympic distance triathlons) she was using the run as a training run and was run it in the opposite direction to the rest of us. She mentioned to me after the race that I was looking pretty strong on the run and asked if I was going for a sub 9 hour Comrades! Bwahahahaha!!! You made my day Kate!

Below is the data of my race in Garmin Connect: