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Which for anyone who knows me, will find quite hilarious but I took on board stafforxs wisdom and set off excited and nervous. Friday morning, armed with some new sneakers and sports attire from the neighbouring outlet village, but with absolutely no shotgun wedding we made etaffords second part of our journey towards Staffordshire. At the start of this tsaffords, I was presented with a water bottle and informed that I must fill it up at least 4 times for the day. Without knowing when I had signed up, only reading it afterwards, the race was a split transition meaning stafforcs Transition 1 Swim to Bike and Transition 2 Bike to Run were about 15 miles away from cirner other, so pretty much a logistical nightmare.

Our plan was to stsffords to T2 on Friday, cirner, go to the race briefing, drop off my run bag in the T2 tent, have cornef wander round the expo and then not return seemed great. Arriving in a monsoon and thunder storm quickly changed that however, having to shelter in the expo for around 40 minutes I made a run for the briefing tent and then found Alan making friends with the cake stall good lad. I was too flustered to think about my run bag and just wanted to get out of there, get checked into our hotel and sort out my transition bags without the stress of being rained on, struck by lightning and trying to hurry.

Saturday had a similar theme, I had one final training session to do. A very easy bike, with a 10 minute run to get my legs moving. I was awake super early, was up and out of the hotel by 6. Oh well then — miserable gits. Again we had a well laid out plan for the day, go to T1, rack my bike and bike bag, scope out the swim course, head back to T2 to drop off my run bag which in hindsight I admit was annoyingand then I was under strict instructions that I was to sit down, nap, watch a film, read a book whilst Sergeant Race Manager went out for a cycle. Deciding that I maybe wanted to go for a walk, the threat of locking me in the room put an end to that so I did as I was told and did chuff all for the best part of 4 hours.

I napped a bit, watched a bit of Game of Thrones but eventually I was relieved of captivity and ready for my debrief of the cycle course which Alan had gone out and cycled. The jist of it was: General wisdom and advice was take it easier on the ups, push on the downs and the flats. Thanks to the 24 degree temperature, and the hotels AC being on the blink our hotel was like a sauna but I did manage to get a good few hours of quality sleep. Race day was finally here. The hotel breakfast opened at 5am but due to feeling like I was going to puke, breaking out in a sweat at the mugginess and temperature in the hotel I forced down an instant porridge pot and then just moaned and complained until we got in the car and set off.

My poor bike was soaked from the rain overnight, so I gave it a good rub down, lubed up the chain, put bottles and my nutrition for the bike on it, and then left to watch the pro swim start and get organised. Chris was off in the wave before me so we wished him luck and waited until I was called forward for my start. I had hoped when I set out on this journey that I would be able to not just complete the distance but do it in a respectable time. As the race got closer, and my hit or miss run training dragged on my calculations had me finishing somewhere between 6. I had wanted to do the swim in around 45 minutes, my target bike was about 3.

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The swim was a m swim, straight line to the first buoy, a sharp left turn, a huge long straight line to a second buoy, and then some navigating round another 2 buoys to make up the total distance. The swim was a rolling start, not deep water as is traditional in triathlon. I thought this might work in my favour, as the deep water starts are nothing short of carnage and I tend to panic in the water anyway. I need my own space and if anyone or anything touches me I freak out, and get angered fairly easily. You were required to line up along a fence, which had pens based on your estimated swim time, 2. I put myself at the back of the You were shimmied along a jetty to wait for the clock, once the hooter went the fastest swimmers entered the water, crossing a timing mat and that was it, the race had started.

As I gazed around waiting on the jetty, I realised I was the only female, everyone round me was male and pretty big. I tried not to panic, kept my head down and just kept swimming. This lasted for about 50m before I had to lift my head up and break out some granny breast stroking, the melee of splashing arms and legs meant that I was swallowing water every time I turned to breathe, if I panicked this early on I knew it was game over. I kept my granny breast stroking going until the first buoy, which was maybe m. I needed to compose myself, not panic and throw away months of training. After I passed the first buoy, I managed to settle my breathing and heart rate and get back into front crawling.

Bubble bubble breathe, bubble bubble sight breathe. I was ok, I was moving forward and I was comfortable. I had started to catch up with some people and overtake others. I got swam into a few times in quick succession by the same person, getting irate I lifted my head to shout at him to get out of my way, and put somewhat of a sprint on to get passed him and clear of his random diagonal swimming. When I say sprint, I mean a few quicker turns of my arms to propel forward — my sprint swimming is only a few seconds per m faster than my endurance swimming.

I managed to hold out for a quite a while, before I was engulfed Sluts in staffords corner a spear head of Michael Phelps-esque swimmers from behind me. Give them credit though, they parted like the holy sea and went round me without too much bother, so thank you black caps for not swimming over me — courteous swimmers. There was a sharp right turn to get to the exit which I had scoped out the previous day, but I for some reason thought there would be some sort of arch or bright banner at the exit. I stopped to take a call on route I dropped an ear plug. My wetsuit stripping consisted of cap and goggles off — check.

Wetsuit removal — fail. Cycle kit on and time for some more prancing to find my bike, my point of reference was the first red skip. There was a bit of congestion at the exit to bike racking but some nice gentlemen held back and let me through first. Cue my awesome bike mounting skills and I was off. Garmin on, timer set. The first km or so on the bike was to get out of the park, along the dam wall and over some speed bumps. Once I got out onto the open road, I took my time to get into a rhythm, ate a power bar, and set on my merry way. Alan had warned me on his recce that there were some hills and a bit of gravel on the first part of the course, old English houses with giant hedges on either side meant that it was difficult to see round corners, an uneven road surface and steep down hills meant I was in trouble for the first section.

I had set my garmin up so that I had the course elevation on the screen, and my heart rate on my watch, plus a time alert every half an hour to eat. It was hot, and I drink a lot generally so I was very strict about when I needed to finish a bottle to swap it at the aid stations. I knew once I had passed this relatively horrid section and joined the main road, it was fast and flat for a while and I could afford to push quite hard until the next steepish hills. In the run up to the race, coach Ken had me doing the most vile intervals where you pushed until you puked for about an hour and then rode easy for a second hour.

I am quite lucky that my heart rate recovers relatively quickly so I knew I could push pretty hard initially and take it easy later on before pushing again to the finish. I kept my eye on the elevation graph and the time alerts, but managed to spill more of my first scheduled gel over myself and my hands than I did in my mouth so was clarted in sticky energy gel, snot and sweat as the first hour ticked by. I was very clear with myself before the race that I was not going to look at the speed or distance I had gone. I knew the aid stations were approximately 12 miles apart so decided that was how I was going to gauge where I was, or how far I had to go.

When my time alert went off at 1 hour, the screen on my watch changes as well as vibrates when the alert happens, I glanced down and it said 34km. I thought I had looked at it wrong, it must have said 24km. The Countess maintained four principal residences: Inshe was appointed governess to Mary, a very great honor and she took up the duties of the office no later than May of Margaret left the position on July 24, but was reappointed in when she followed the princess to Ludlow. She would remain as governess until Margaret arranged good marriages for all her children while declining any offers of marriage for herself.

Her eldest son Henry had a good reputation at court and was a great help to his mother as she consulted him and relied on his advice. Arthur died in either orprobably of the sweating sickness. Then in April ofEdward Stafford, Duke of Buckingham was convicted of treason and executed the following month. There were several manors that Margaret claimed were part to the Salisbury inheritance and King Henry argued they belonged to the duchy of Somerset. While neither Margaret nor the King were legally entitled to the properties, the clash over these properties caused Margaret to fall out of favor with the king.

Margaret was compelled to send a letter to her son admonishing him for his stance. The entire Pole family would come under suspicion. Geoffrey was found guilty of treason and unsuccessfully tried to commit suicide twice. He was eventually pardoned but seems to have suffered from mental illness until his death in He would be executed on January 9, Margaret was firm and steadfast in her replies and was not intimidated by the men.

Sluts in staffords corner earl grudgingly had to admit how tough Margaret was and they found no evidence against her. Despite all the testimony garnered from the witnesses, Margaret was not implicated in any crime. At first, Margaret was held under the supervision of Fitzwilliam in his home. In May of she was attainted by Parliament and in November she was transferred to the Tower of London. The charges were aiding and abetting her sons Henry and Reginald in committing diverse and sundry treasons. Thomas Cromwell introduced evidence against her. It is highly probable Cromwell fabricated the tunic. Because Margaret owned numerous properties near the southern coast where an invasion was feared in by supporters of Reginald and because Margaret had poisoned her relationship with King Henry, she stood no chance of being pardoned.

Even so, King Henry made sure Margaret was well taken care of while imprisoned, paying for clothing and food. She shared her cell in the Tower with her grandson Henry and the son of the Marquess of Exeter and was allowed to have a waiting woman with her. Ina rebellion broke out in the north of the kingdom. The strategy of the rebellion possibly included a plot by Reginald to rescue his mother from the Tower. Whether any of this was true or not, King Henry may have suspected Margaret of being involved with the rebels. There is some evidence the government needed to clear the Tower of prisoners to accommodate locking up the numerous rebels from the uprising.

Certainly the decision to execute Margaret was made hastily. On the morning of May 27,Margaret was told she was to be executed. She expressed great surprise as she did not know what crime she had committed and had not been told of her sentence. Margaret immediately composed herself and was hurriedly taken to a small corner of the Tower confines. There was no scaffolding, only a small block and there were very few witnesses.


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