Let’s start at the end; I completed my [first] Ironman in 11 hours, 11 minutes and 7 seconds. I had the near-perfect race and can honestly say I enjoyed nearly every hour of the event. I’ve tried to give a taste of it below; I hope you enjoy.
In true style, and as an Englishman, it’s important to start any conversation with a discussion about the weather. In the days leading up to the Ironman, it was looking bleak. Rain was increasingly forecast throughout the day, with 15mph winds – raining whilst cycling is never nice but I was more concerned about the impact on spectators, specifically if there would be any on the course as I was looking forward to soaking up the atmosphere they would create. As it turns out, we needn’t have worried too much; it stayed dry during the cycle-part of race day and whilst it did rain throughout the marathon, this was a fair trade given what could have been much worse weather throughout the day.
Packing for an Ironman is a challenge in and of itself as evidenced by the photo below, but with the bike broken down, the many many pieces of kit packed and the vaseline in plentiful supply for race day, it was time to head to Copenhagen.


Friday was registration day and much to my coach’s annoyance, that is pretty much all that I did. I registered and left. What I was meant to do was to buy loads of kit, soak up the atmosphere, take photos, etc, so you live and learn I guess. I did however grab a couple of photos; the first of me thinking about whether the helmet would make me go faster, the second…well, it speaks for itself.


Back to the weather and Saturday wasn’t suggesting any change; not even the Ironman inflatables were surviving the cross-winds at the swim course which I had to go to to both rack my back and have the obligatory pre-race day swim. First breath resulted in a mouthful of salty water; solid start!!! But all-in-all, fairly relaxed. Bike checked in, bike and run backs checked-in, swim completed and abs / biceps / thighs looking good.



And then lunch happened, or rather didn’t. I felt awful; no appetite, no energy – a real WTF moment, which as it turns out was pre-race nerves, because come Sunday (and for the first time ever, having actually gotten some sleep before a big race), I felt good!
With my family guiding me to the start line, my friend Steve in CPH for the weekend to cheer me on, knowing that Jemma and the kids were arriving at c.2pm and Team G and friends were going to be tracking my progress, it was time to race. I was relaxed, energised and time to see what 10 months’ of solid training could deliver.
I had some very clear instructions for pre-race fuelling from my Uncle Martin, who is an unbelievable top-level cyclist. Have a big proper breakfast (big bowl of porridge, sandwiches and banana) and have another banana 45 minutes before the start of the race. Do NOT have any energy gels before the race and only have your first energy drink 45 minutes into the cycle. I don’t know if it was this advice, the training or a combination, but wow, wow, wow. I felt strong in the swim and strong on the bike as you’ll see.

I swam just under 1:08 for 3.8km. Putting this into perspective, my fastest half Ironman swim (1.9km) was 35 minutes, so I swam faster for double the distance during the full Ironman swim!! Happy days. I swam long and a good line; I swam past lots of people who started out too high up the order, and when required, I made space for me to pass; as my swim coach Mathan said, I wasn’t there to make friends.
Bike transition was good and I was out onto the course in about 6 minutes; time to see what the fabled smooth Danish roads could help deliver over a 180km ride.
Well, they could help deliver another PB; 5 hours, 35 minutes, so an average of c. 32.5km / hour. My fastest previous half was 2 hours 50 minutes, so I’ll leave you to do the maths. The cycling was awesome; I only felt tired in the final 10km, but otherwise, the whole thing just flowed. It’s an awesome feeling when you’re cycling fast without much perceived effort; this was easily the most fun cycling I’ve had in a long time.

And then the run; I could see my coach going mad with me, because I came out onto the run course flying; I did the first 7km at about 5:40/km pace – I was meant to be going at c.6:05 initially! My legs felt great, my hamstring wasn’t hurting at all and the crowds, noise, atmosphere were awesome. Nevertheless I deliberately slowed myself down (the expression ‘it’s a marathon, not a sprint’ is most applicable) and soaked up the atmosphere.
It was a 4-lap course, and I found the second lap the hardest mentally, knowing I had 3 to go, but go they did and my pace was somehow being maintained at around 6min/km or 10km/h. There’s always help though, and for me, that was my family and friends; Jemma and the kids had arrived on course just as I was finishing the bike, so the first time I saw them on the run, they were rewarded with very sweaty hugs and kisses. My cousin Sebastian could be heard for miles given he was screaming ‘move your fat @rse’ down a megaphone turned up to its max (and btw, the on-course marshals thought it would be hilarious to do the same thing having heard Seb) and my uncle and aunt were everywhere, with VERY strict instructions from my Uncle to constantly fuel. So I walked EVERY feed station to have a little energy drink and banana and cracked on straight away.
I could talk about how I started getting tired on lap 3, how my right thigh started cramping and giving up the ghost, how I was mentally challenging myself to NOT walk, how dispiriting it was to see people going into the finish chute as I had another lap to go, another lap band to collect, etc etc, but these were the moments my coach talked to me about and that I knew I had to manage in my head. So that’s what I and every one else on the course did.


And so to my final half lap; 5km to go. I’m going to smash the sh!t out of this!!! Oh, no, I’m not. I’m going to get a killer stitch instead that nearly cripples me. Time to relax, walk, breath, stretch and build back up slowly. And now I’m turning into the finish chute, I’m nearly crying, I’m checking there’s no one behind me, I’m high-fiving the race commentator, I’m raising my arms to get the crowd cheering even louder, I’m looking for my family, I’m crossing the finish line, I’m…I’m an Ironman with a fairly solid 4:15 marathon under the belt.


I can honestly say I had fun. My coach Jon Geller and Team G prepared me to perfection, better than perfection if there is such a thing. We didn’t know what I could do as we’d never had the proper taper ahead of race days or big training days, so the goal was 12 hours. Well we beat that! I would say if anyone wants to do any event that they need help with, speak to me and I’ll introduce you to Jon G and Team G; you won’t find a better bunch that this lot to train with, have fun with, improve with.
None of this would have been possible without the support of Jemma and the kids so huge thanks to you; I promise not to do another one for at least a couple of years. Thanks also to Martin and Gail for hosting me and being my support crew for race weekend; there’s nothing quite like having family who get up with you at the crack of dawn to get you ready for a race…and then stay on the course throughout the day to cheer you on.
And finally, thanks to all of you. We’ve raised a lot of money for JAMI and the Oli Leigh Trust. If you haven’t done so already and still want to, please do donate to these 2 fantastic charities
Oli Leigh Trust: you can either post a cheque (payable to The Oli Leigh Trust) to me and I’ll pass it on or you can pay directly into it’s registered charity bank account:
- Bank: Natwest
- Bank Account Name: The Oli Leigh Trust
- Bank Account Number: 74723413
- Bank Account Sort Code: 60-03-12
- Charity Number: ZD03288
JAMI: https://www.justgiving.com/fundraising/richard-sager-ironman
Thanks everyone; see you all soon. R




























