14/11/2025
Reflecting on HYROX Dublin.. as a coach & athlete..
We’d been pushing hard in the lead-up to the event… or at least we were until the Ulster Irish Dance Championships barged in and stole the spotlight. Training? Paused. Priorities? High clicks and sparkle.
Then, just for the plot , I caught a cold/flu a few days before Dublin. We didn’t know whether to compete or stay wrapped in a blanket like a sad burrito, but we said, “Sure look, we’ll go, no pressure, maybe survive if we are lucky.”
First run + ski: We started at a pace I can only describe as:
“I am fragile, please don’t touch me.”
Sled push: surprisingly my favourite station of the day
Sled pull: heavier than my will to live.
Burpee broad jumps? This is where I saw God. And not in a comforting way. My soul left my body, did a quick lap of the arena, and came back only out of pity.
Row, lunges, farmers carry… the usual combo of “horrible but grand.” Character building, as they say.
Then came the wall balls. Utter chaos. A slippy 6kg ball that felt personally offended by my existence. Straight into the pain cave we went—shut the door behind us.
But THEN… we crossed the finish line with a 9-minute PB in mixed doubles compared to last year. NINE. MINUTES. We love growth!
Post-race: My arches have blisters that could have their own postcode.
Also post-race: I’m already buzzing for sim in Letterkenny in under 4 weeks and then begin to prepare for sim in the new year because apparently I never learn.
Onto the next!
