Gutted to hear your DNF, but at least you can take comfort knowing you aced the swim, and beat the bike, and it was only a human 'mechanical' that took you out, and as we all know a mechanical can happen to anyone.
Look forward to seeing you again out on a long course.
I was going to finish .. but hang on .. what the feck was this .. the clock was still showing with 13 hours .. must have broken, how poor is that, I'm going to finish under a broken clock, a quick mental add up and I couldn't believe it .. it was right, I was going to go sub 14 .. this was dreamland .. no actually sub 15 was dreamland, sub 14 had never even entered my consiousness. Got to the carpet, to massive cheers, from both the pirate massive, and the rest of the crowd, collected my daughter to run down with me, and off we set down the orange carpet. Youthfull exuberance overtook my daughter as she set off at a sprint holding my hand taking me with her, however my calves were quite up to a sprint finish and rebelled, however even that didn't stop me from 'sprinting' down over the line to the immortal words "You are an OUTLAW!!". and he was right .. I was ... I'd done it.
Aftermath Hugged daughter, and sent her back up the stairs whilst I went off to collect my hard earned goodies. Picked up my transition bags then headed off up the stairs, slowly, oh so very slowly up the stairs, to the food tent. Just as I walked in I saw Ghost and Sherpa Dave sat at a table, and their first words were "Well done, but what the feck were you doing in transition!" .. it was only at this point did I find out the true extent of my faffing. Duly embarrassed had a quick bite to eat whilst we compared weather related horror stories, then it was back out to find my family and begin the long thaw out. All in all the day could hardly have gone any better (remember I'm not ever going to talk about 'those bits again'), the weather sort of added to the sense of achievement, and the support from the other pirates both competing and supporting was truly immense. So that's it, I'm now an Outlaw and a Pirate and overwhelmingly proud to be able to call myself both.
Run At last back in familiar territory, but from a slightly different perspective in not knowing how things would hold up after the extensive swim and bike. So my plan was to go out at a steady pace, walk through the aid stations and see how far I got before the wheels came off and I had to resort to walking more. First lap round the lake and my right foot started going numb, until I lost all feeling in it ... this was worrisome ... and I began to panic that it could finish me there and then. However, I then remembered that I had turned my calf guard down a bit on the bike as it was causing me some pain just below my knee and was therefore very tight .. so I pulled it back up properly and almost immediately feeling started to return, so I set off again to complete my first lap of the lake. First lap complete and I was still running, what was going on? I'd expected to be crawling by now, happily I picked up my first treasured wristband, and headed off out in to Nottingham. Decided my plan would be to try and run as much as possible between the aid stations and tehn walk these, taking on board a small amount of fuel at each, in the end it turned out to be a master plan, that I may well use again for future marathons. It was going along the towpath on the way out that I managed to pick up a small stone in my shoe that I just couldn't seem to get rid of .. didn't want to stop and try and prise my trainer off, as I could already feel the first signs of my normal calf cramp starting to form, so decided to man up and get on with it. Doing the first part of the loop on the other side of the Trent I spotted my mate Rich coming back the other way and he was about half a mile ahead of me, which sort of firmed up my resolve to keep running. Carried on back towards HPP, and suddnely caught up with Rich, so slowed for a chat, turns out his back was spasming so he had to keep stopping to stretch it out, we ran together for a bit till I heard a pained cry from side and Rich again pulled up, he told me to go on and he'd meet me at the end. So being the kind considerate mate I am, I left him to it, and resumed my loop of the lake. Wristband 2 gleefully collected, and headed for the second loop, the weather could now only be described as biblical, but I was still managing to run, so I just resolved that I only had to win more mental battles than I lost and I would finish. By this time both calves were almost permanently on the verge of cramping so I had a small walk break just to ease them back and it seemed to do the trick, the second out and back loop was completed. (An honorary mention here to the pirates out on the loop just after HPP, who spotted pirates from a mile off and gave marvelous encouragement for at least 200 yards either side of twhere they were stood, and to Cake too for his generous enticement with opened can of lager held just out of reach giving a timely reminder of what was waiting at the finish line.!) Got back on to the lake, I was cold, wet, my nipples were screaming, my calves were tighter than piano strings, and it felt like the little stone had worn a hole through my toe, but I didn't care ... I was a 10K from finishing an ironman. Penultimate lap complete (including a group hug with pirates at the far end of the lake, thanks guys, lifted me no end!!), and I nearly proposed to the lady who gave me my 3rd and final wristband .. oh yes .. looky everybody I got THREE wristbands ... so off I went proudly staring at my THREE wristbands for the final time round the lake, I walked a little at the 1.5KM to go sign, just to give my calves a break so I didn't disgrace myself going down the finish, then it was game on .. I was going to finish .. but hang on .. what the feck was this .. the clock was still showing with 13 hours .. must have broken, how poor is that, I'm going to f