Tá sé i bhfad ó rinne mé rud ar bith leis an mblag seo, agus sula ndéanfaidh mé athbheochan air, tá sé chomh maith agam roinnt rudaí a thabhairt suas chun dáta.
Aclaíocht, i dtosach báire, ó tharla gurb é a bhí mar spreagadh don bhlag sa chéad dul síos. Rinne mé dhá rás eile i 2011 tar éis Ironman 70.3 na Gaillimhe (an rás deireanach a scríobh mé faoi), rás amháin i 2012 agus níl rud ar bith déanta i 2013 agam. Tinneas ab chúis leis an díomhaointeas ach le rudaí ina gceart arís (tá súil agam!), tá mé ar ais i mbun traenála.

In ionad cur síos a dhéanamh arís ar rásaí a bhfuil dearmad déanta agam orthú, tógfaidh mé an cur síos a rinne mé ag an am i mo dhialann traenála ó boards.ie agus cóipeáilfidh mé thíos é.
I measc na rudaí eile atá athruithe ó 2011, tá post nua agam, agus mé anois mar Leascheannaire ar Raidió na Gaeltachta. Athrú mór é seo ó thaobh cúrsaí ama de. Níl an oiread ama agam do rudaí ar nós riaradh an club tríatlan agus srl, ach tá an-sásamh le baint as an obair!
Freisin, tá leabhar ar a raibh mé ag obair le fada críochnaithe faoi dheireadh, agus le cló an mhí seo chugainn. Scéal an dornálaí, Seán Ó Mainnín, atá i Rocky Ros Muc, agus beidh sé dhá chló ag Cló Iar-Chonnacht.
An t-athrú deireanach, is dócha, ná an blag féin, agus súil agam nach faoi thriatlán amháin a bheidh sé as seo amach, ach gur meascán a bheidh ann de rudaí go leor. Cúrsaí litríochta, cúrsaí rith, cúrsaí an tsaoil. Feicfidh muid linn!
Loughrea Triathlon Race Report

After only doing three triathlons all year before last weekend, it was a case of two in a row over the past two weekends. I was particularly keen to do Loughrea as it was the first and only triathlon I had ever done prior to 2011, and wanted to see how things had developed over the past year, especially with the swim.

The comparison was not to be, however, with another miserable day in the west leading to another shortened swim. In a way, it suited me, as my latest arch-nemesis (hi Cian!) and uber-swimmer would be put at a disadvantage, and I had to put things even, after he came in one place and 18 seconds ahead of me at the Brian Boru Olympic, and after both us finished Galway 70.3 in exactly 5:00:27! Now, if that’s not nemesis material…

The swim was shortened to 400 metres and all 300+ participants sent off together. You can imagine the bunch-up at the first buoy, only 150 metres from the start due to the shortened course. It was so thick with people, you could almost stand up and walk over them around the buoy.
The swim was uneventful other than it was rough, between people and waves, with no rhythm in the choppiness of the lake compared to the sea.
Coming into the shore, I noticed lots of people walking from about waist depth. I kept swimming but noticed one woman was walking faster than I was swimming into the wind. “Feck this”, I thought, and stood up to walk. Thinking that there was no way walking could be more efficient than swimming in that much water, I went back to the front crawl but people were still walking faster than me. Back to walking, only to be greeted by a mocking Catweazle on the pier!

Swim Time: 9:42, 107th, 33.2% (2010: 22:10, 351st, 80%)
I’ve no benchmark time from last year to compare the swim with, but I was 351st out of the water then, so things must have improved. Very happy to be in the top one-third, but I reckon rough-weather swimming suits hackers like me as it makes it more difficult for the handier middle of pack swimmers to find a rhythm and levels the playing field. For example, I finished in the top 50% here and in Galway last weekend, but the one day of flat water swimming (Brian Boru) had me back in 73%. Just a theory but there might be something in it.

A bit of hassle getting the suit off, and on the way onto the bike, one of the straps on the side of the shoe broke off, making for an awkward foot into shoe process. The tri shoes on the bike are beginning to fall apart

T1: 1:32 (last year 1:26, slower this year despite last year being my first ever wetsuit transition!)

With the nemesis posting a blistering time on the bike last weekend, I knew I had to put in a big effort. There was no regard for HR but to pound away. The Loughrea bike course is not a course for speed though (at my level anyway), with few straight sections to up speed, and lots of 90 degree turns and undulations. At one stage, on the one fast section, I was sure I had a puncture as I was getting all sorts of vibration and noise up off the back wheel. When I stopped and looked, the tyre was fine however
A few gusts of wind through hedgerow gaps after one of the last turns had me wobbling a bit, but there was no sign of the nemesis.
Finally, on the last corner into the Loughrea, I passed him, and while he passed me again as I was taking my feet out of the shoes, we both hit the dismount line at the same time. Game on!

Bike Time: 36:19, 21st, 6.5% (2010: 39:34, 127, 29%)
Happy with the bike and first time inside the top 10% in a bike split.

Straightforward, no hassle
T2 Time: 39 seconds (2010: 1:06)

Last year’s run was tough as I had torn an adductor muscle somewhere during the race, and just couldn’t get any pace going. I felt good from the start of this run, however, but after about 1.5km, I started feeling what I thought was a stitch on my right side. Every time I tried to up pace, it would get worse, so it was a case of running at a certain speed so as not to aggravate it, but watching some targets ahead not get any closer was frustrating. After about 3km, though, it eased up and I picked up pace a bit. There was a good tussle going on between two lads just ahead of me, and watching them overtake each other repeatedly, I tucked in behind them before the last hill. At the top, I passed them, but there’s nothing as disconcerting as hearing two runners right behind you and not knowing what’s happening. With 200 metres to go, I put in a spurt, heard a reaction from behind but managed to pull away.
The effort took a bit out of me, as I was puking while coming into the finishing chute, and emptied my stomach of all liquid once I got past the line (if only that poor kid was more patient in taking the chip off my ankle
). This vomiting thing seems to happen a lot over the shorter distances!

Run Time: 19:31, 9th, 2.8% (2010: 21:09, 50th, 11.4%)
Again, the comparison with 2010 isn’t really valid, as, if anything, I had a bit more speed in the legs then but couldn’t get going on the day. I think the stitch wasn’t a stitch but more of a muscular thing as I still feel the sensation when I breathe in, two days on.
While I might have improved my run time a bit on the day, I don’t think it would have made any difference to my overall placing. More importantly, I finished ahead of the nemesis (one-all, I might just retire now!)

Overall; 1:07:43, 14th (or 12th if you don’t include pesky relay teams
, 4.3% (2010: 1:25:25, 151st, 34.4%)

The last triathlon of the season for me, during what has been an eye-opener and a big learning curve. I know what my limitations are (the swim, and there is plenty of improvement to be done on the bike), but I’m delighted to be in the first half of results for 2011, as I was sure I would be further down in the field.

I’ll post a proper review and and 2012 plan later on in the year, but briefly, these are the things that I now know compared to this time last year:
• Three training sessions a week isn’t a heavy workload
• Last year, I didn’t own a swim cap. Now, I have nine of them
• Even if I can’t use them, I now know what HR zones are
• The wind is a b*tch during cycling
• The wind is a b*tch during swimming
• Recovery drinks are an excuse for drinking chocolate
• Recovery tastes good
• Getting up to train in the morning is normal, not an exception
• Triathlon is way more expensive than running
• Triathlon races tend to be at stupid early times, compared to run races

As for Loughrea triathlon itself, it was another well-organised Predator event, and it was great to have 12 TríSpórt members from what is a very new club participating.
Dublin Half Marathon Race Report

Sometimes, the worst days turn out to be good days! Having driven up from a wedding in Conamara the night before, I was no in mood for racing on Saturday morning. The hotel bed was really comfortable, I was tired, and all I wanted to do was go back to sleep. My wife had signed us both up for the Dublin half, as part of her DCM preparation, and without any real target, I had little motivation for the race.

Skip a couple hours forward, and standing in the sub-100 minute corral with a few thousand other people, and seeing the sub-1:30 balloons about fifty rows up ahead, I thought I might as well give it my best seeing as I had come so far. My half marathon PB of 1:30:17 had come last year while trying to stick with pacers, and having had the same thing happen to me at last year’s DCM, where I fell short of the pacer target by 8 seconds, I decided to ignore the tempting green balloons and go on perceived effort.

When the klaxon went, I started weaving between people, and by the time I looked up again, the green balloons were almost out of sight. A combination of the over-ambitious, the inconsiderate and the plain thick had plonked themselves in the first wave of starters and the first mile was spent negotiating obstacles. The crowd thinned out, and settling into a 6:40ish pace, I passed the 1:30 group and hoped I wouldn’t see them pass me later. A shout from Racoon Queen was welcome just before the hilliest section. Not having run a race in the Phoenix Park before, I was surprised at how long the hill went on at around the four mile mark.

The sixth mile, up Chesterfield Avenue, was my slowest at 6:51, but seeing the leaders coming the opposite direction, with their combination of effort and form, was a great fillip. “Focus on form” was my mantra for the next mile and a half. When I got to eight miles, I thought to myself, “now is the time to start racing.” Five miles to go, two and a half miles out and back from the house, easy peasy surely! Keeping the pace going was beginning to prove a little difficult though, especially on the long sections into the wind. I tucked into a group of three others that were moving well, and stuck with them until the group came apart at about 10.5 miles.

The Garmin was annoying me as I was getting a good bit further away from the mile markers every time the mile alert went off. At the eleven mile mark, I figured I could get in under 1:28 if I kept the effort going. The last mile uphill was a tough slog, especially Acres Road, but the target of sub 1:28 kept me going. At 6:23, 6:24 and 6:15, the last 2.26 miles were my fastest, which is a big difference on previous runs where I’ve always faded near the end. Looking back, I reckon the extra fitness base brought on by the cycling and swimming backed up the Furman three day week running.

I finished in 1:27:29, a new and unexpected PB, and delighted.

Afterwards, I bumped into Racoon Queen again, nice to meet you RQ! Had a good chat later with Jackyback, fresh from 1:50 pacing duties. Plus I got to see my wife surpass her ambitions for a great HM debut.

Now for a week off training, and then to pick up a half marathon plan for Waterford.

13.1 Miles, in 1:27:29
251 out of 6080 (4.1%)
62nd in Category
Great Race Galway Race Report

The Dublin half marathon last September was my last race, and having not run 10k without stopping for a break in an awful long time, I felt a bit anxious about this race. The purpose of the race was to get things going in my head again, if nothing else. Be it good or bad, I've never done a race that hasn't gotten me foccused on what need to be done, training-wise.
It was a cracking day in Ballybrit for the inaugural Great Race Galway 10k, and my self and Bren, who had also been away from racing for a good while, lined up together. The plan on my part was to stay comfortably enough that I would be able to complete the race without stopping but to push myself enough to give me a test.
It was a tough course, plenty of drags and two tough climbs. I got through it okay, no earth-shattering time but still faster than I had expected. Good to be back.

Position: 40th of 285 (14%)

Route: Great Race Galway
Time: 42:44
Distance: 10km (+ 1.5km warmup)
Ave Pace: 4:18
Ave/Max HR: 181/190


Ironman 70.3, Gaillimh

Tá sé thart (le tamall fada anois!), agus tá na cosa tagtha acu féin.  Lá gruama, garbh, fliuch, fuar a bhí i Ironman 70.3 na Gaillimhe, agus chuaigh an croí trasna ionam nuair a chonaic mé chomh togtha agus a bhí an fharraige ag a sé a chlog ar maidin.
D’fhan mé i nGaillimh an oíche roimh ré, agus bhuail cúigear againn ón gclub lena chéile thíos i mBóthar na Trá roimh tús an rás.

An Snámh: 22:58 (574ú áit, 40%)Agus mé ag déanamh an tseiceáil dheireannach ar an rothar, fógraíodh go mbeadh an snámh ciorruithe de bharr na drochaimsire.  Ní raibh mé buíoch riamh a leithid de nuacht a chloisteáil.  1000 méadar anois a bheadh ann, seachas an 1900 méadar, agus níor thóg sé i bhfad tuiscint cén fáth.  Bhí an t-uisce an-chorraitheach, agus le go leor ciceáil agus dornaí  san uisce, bhí an chéad 250 méadar thar a bheith garbh.
D’eirigh rudaí beagán níos éasca tar éis an chéad phucán, agus bhí mé buíoch gainimh gheall Bhóthar na Trá a fheiceál arís agus muid ag teacht i dtír.
Ag teacht amach as an uisce

T1: 7:16 (492ú, 34.3%)Bhí an “transition” chomh fada gur beagnach gur imeacht ann féin a bhí ann.  Tuairim agus ciliméadar a bhí ón trá go dtí go raibh tú in ann dul suas ar do rothar.  Leathbealaigh síos an “transition”, bhí campa ina raibh mála le do chuid éadaigh rothaíochta, agus ina bhfágfadh tú do chulaithe uisce.  Nach maith tráthúil go raibh mo mhálasa ar iarraidh nuair a tháinig mé chomh fada leis!  Tháinig maor air tar éis tamall, ach bhí ceann de na arm-warmers tógtha amach ag duine éigin.  D’fhágfadh seo go mbeadh aistir fhuar ar an rothar agam, cé nár thuig mé ag an am é.

An Rothar: 2:50:09 (370ú, 25.8%)Suas ar an rothar, amach siar tríd Bóthar na Trá.  Bhí slua deas cruinnithe thimpeall ar an trá, agus d’aithnigh mé corr ghlór ar an mbealach siar dom.  Bé an t-ard suas thar galf chúrsa Bhearna an t-aon ard ceart a bhí ar an gcúrsa, agus bhí sé go deas Pat, Marie agus Rónán ón gclub a fheiceáil ansin, agus iad ag tabhairt tacaíochta!  Ní raibh an chéad leath den rothaíocht an-eachtrúil, slua deas i Maigh Cuilinn, gan deoraí in Uachtar Ard ach ag an droichead, agus casadh géar amuigh gar den Teach Dóite sula dtabharfadh muid ár naghaidh soir arís.
Ag fágál Bóthar na Trá ar an Rothar

Bhí rudaí níos deacra ar an bpointe boise.  Bhí muid anois ag rothaíocht isteach sa ngaoth, agus gaoth láidir leis sin.  Faoin am go ndeachaigh mé thríd Uachtar Ard den dara huair, bhí mé ag craith leis an bhfuacht.  Báisteach agus gaoth, agus gan orm ach an tri-suit éadrom.  Faoin am gur tháinig mé go Maigh Cuilinn, ní raibh a fhios agam an mbeinn in ann tabhairt faoi leath-mharatón ag a dheireadh seo.  Faoin am gur tháinig mé go himeall na cathrach, ba fada liom go dtosóinn ag rith le go dtéadh mo chulainn.

T2: 4:37 (164ú, 11.4%)Transition fada arís isteach go T2, na cosa beagán tinn ag rith cosnochta fada ar bhóthar chrua.  Beagán moille anseo arís agus maor ar thóir mo mhála ach go ghearr go raibh mé ag rith.

An Rith: 1:35:29 (60ú, 4.2%)Thaitin an rith liom.  Trí thimpeall de chúrsa a thug suas faoin bPóirse Caoch muid, anuas an Balla Fada, suas céibh Nimmo agus amach thimpeall ar imeall an Swamp.  D’fheabhsaigh an aimsir, bhí go leor daoine eile le feiceáil ag rith, bhí an lucht tacaíochta thar cionn (mo mháthair agus athair san áireamh!) agus d’aithrigh mé go maith.  Thosaigh mé ag tuirsiú de bheagán ar an tríú thimpeall, ach ní raibh ann faon tráth sin ach coinneáil orm go dtí an líne.
Gar don líne, chonaic mé Máirín agus Marcas, agus chuir sin beagán luas sna cosa ag an deireadh!

Ag críochnú go hildaite!

 Rás crua ach deas, an chéad uair tríatlan chomh fada sin déanta agam, fiú muna raibh an snámh uilig i gceist.  Is fada liom clárú don bhliain seo chugainn!
155ú (10.8%)
33ú áit, catagóir 35-39 (9.7%)
148ú fear (12.1%)


Trasna an Chuain!

Tá roinnt spriocanna a bhí uaim a bhaint amach i mbliana, agus go dtí Dé Domhnaigh seo caite, ní raibh ceann ar bith acu déanta agam.
1. Ironman 70.3 na Gaillimhe a dhéanamh (beidh a fhios agam Dé Domhnaigh seo chugainn an mbeidh sé sin déanta!)
2. Leath-mharatón a rith faoi 1:30:00 (níl aon mhacnamh ceart deanta agam faoi seo fós!)
3. Snámh trasna Cuan an Fhir Mhóir

Tá kayak ceannaithe ag mo dheartháir céile, agus nuair a chonaic mé go raibh, d'fhiafraigh mé air comhluadar a choinneál liom agus mé ag iarraidh snámh ó Thrá an Dóilín, trasna go dtí an Trá Bháin agus ar ais.

Ag breathnú trasna Cuan an Fhir Mhóir ó Thrá an Dóilín 

Ní cuan an-leathan atá i gceist, ach tá sruth láidir ann, agus nuair a bhí muid tuairim agus trí-ceathrú bealach trasna, bhí mé dhá fháil an-deacair aon dul chun cinn a dhéanamh in aghaidh an tsruth, a bhí mo chaitheamh suas an cuan.  Faoi dheireadh, bhain muid an taobh thall amach, agus shnámh mé aníos ón sean-teampall go dtí go raibh mé ar aghaidh an Dóilín arís.  Theas mé ar an trá ansin ar feadh nóiméad nua dhó, agus thug m'aghaidh trasna arís.

Ní raibh sé i bhfad sula raibh greim ag an sruth arís orm, agus d'aithrigh sé gur go leath-taobh a bhí mé ag dul, seachas díreach ar aghaidh.  Mar a thárlaíonn sé, 'spáineann an t-íomha GPS ón snámh gur go leath-taobh a bhí mé ag dul, go deimhin!:

Faoi dheireadh, is faoi chéibh an Dóilín a chríochnaigh mé, agus b'éigin dom siúl as sin go Trá an Dóilín (ní raibh mé chun tuilleadh fuinnimh a chur amú ag snámh in aghaidh an tsruth go Trá an Dóilín!).  Choinnigh Peadar leis chuig an trá leis an kayak, agus bhuail muid le chéile ansin arís.
Ina iomláine, 'spáin an GPS gur 2.36km a shnámh mé.  Cheapfainn nach bhféadfadh níos mó ná 1.6km de shnámh a bheith ann dá gcoinneofá líne díreach trasna agus ar ais, ach ní féidir líne díreach a choinneál sa sruth sin!

Maidir leis an traenáil, is gearr eile go mbeidh an lá mór liom, agus tá mé ag eirí beagán tuirseach ag an traenáil agus den traenáil.  Is fada liom go mbeidh mé i mo shuí os comhair teilifís ag breathnú ar an All-Ireland i mBóthar na Trá Dé Domhnaigh seo chugainn!


Traochta ag Traenáil!

B'é sin cinnte an deireadh seachtain ba mhó traenála atá déanta ariamh agam, agus tá mé buíoch go bhfuil sé thart!

Thosaigh sé ar an Satharn le 110.5km de rothaíocht i 3:50:59:

Maidin Dé Domhnaigh, rinne mé an seisiún snámh is faide a rinne mé go dtí seo, 3.34km i 1:12:00, trí huaire thimpeall ar Loch Chaladh Thadhg:
Agus ag críochnú oíche Dé Domhnaigh le 24.14km de rith i 1:57:32, siar go Leitir Móir agus aniar: 

Tá mé traochta ina dhiaidh sin.  Cén chaoi a ndéanann lucht an Ironman iomlán a gcuid traenála ar chorr ar bith?!


Ag rothaíocht ar chúrsa an Ironman 70.3

Thug mé féin agus Setanta, mo leath-bhádóir ón gclub, aghaidh ar chúrsa rothaíochta Ironman 70.3 na Gaillimhe, ag tosnú amach ón Spidéal seachas ón tús ceart i mBóthar na Trá.
Is fada an bealach go dtí an Teach Dóite é in aghaidh na gaoithe, ar dhroch-bhóthar.  Bhí muid buíoch aghaidh a thabhairt soir arís!  Ní mórán luas atá sa mbóthar garbh, agus ní hé an bóthar is spéisiúla ó thaobh radharcanna de, cé go bhfuil an droichead deas seo ón scannán The Quiet Man in aice leis an bpoinnte leath-bealaigh, soir ón dTeach Dóite.

110.5km a rinne muid i 3:50:59.  Níor mhaith liom leath-mharatón a rith ina dhiaidh!


Tríatlan Oilimpeach Brian Ború

Bhí drogall orm roimh an rás seo.  B’é seo an chéad uair agam tabhairt faoi fad Oilimpeach agus bhí an 1.5km snámh ag déanamh imní dom roimh ré.

D’fhan mé féin agus Máirín i Luimneach don oíche roimh ré, Mamó ag tabhairt aire do na leaids óga.  Tháinig muid chomh fada le Cill Dálua don rás an mhaidin dár gcionn, an lá go hálainn (go dtí gur oscail an spéir chúig nóiméad sular thosaigh an rás!).  Ní bhuaileadh tada an buntáiste áitiúil, agus bhí sin againn i bhfoirm James ón gclub, a bhfuil teach a mhuintire cúpla céad slat ón áit go dtosaíonn tríatlan Brian Ború.

Ag fanacht leis an snámh ag an tús (sular thosaigh an bháisteach!)

Ba ghearr go raibh sé in am tabhairt faoin snámh, agus bhí iontas orm faoi chomh deas agus a bhí an t-uisce, ó thaobh teocht de.  Ní raibh aon phlean agam ach é a thógáil go breá réidh don snámh agus sin a rinne mé.  Fuair mé cúpla cic sa straois, cúpla dorna sa ngualainn agus shnámh duine éigin trasna mo dhroim, ach bhí mé níos compordaí san uisce ná mar a bhí uaireannta eile.  Ag an mbuoí ag 800 méadar, d’imigh mé ar strae, áfach, agus d’imigh de bheagán den chúrsa.  Thóg sé i bhfad, feictear dom, ar an gcladach teacht níos gaire dom, ach bhain mé amach deireadh an tsnámh faoi dheireadh, in aon phíosa amháin.
Bhí mé cineál díomách leis an am, agus thar a bheith díomách le mo áit sa bpaca!
Am: 33:40, 79ú áit as 110 (71.8%)

Rinne mé cineál praiseach do T1.  Ag rith ar fhéar fliuch, d’imigh na cosa fúm, d’imigh an rothar uaim, d’imigh an bhróg den trothán clé, agus d’imigh an buidéal uisce síos an garraí.  Droch-thús!
Am: 2:00, 12/110 (10.9%) 

Cnoc géar a bhí sa gcéad cúig chiliméadar den rothar, agus cé go raibh an croí an-ard, bhí mé ag aireachtáil réasúnta compordach agus mé ag dul amach thar cuid mhaith daoine.  Thug mé liom an fána ar an taobh eile den chnoc le luas, ach leis an mbóthar chomh fliuch, beag nár imigh mé den bhóthar ar cheann de na coirnéil!
Dhá thuras ar an gcúrsa céanna a bhí ann, agus bhí an cnoc níos faide fós, feictear dom, an dara uair!  D’aithrigh mé níos láidre ná mar a d’aithrigh i rásaí níos gaire níos luaithe i mbliana.
Am: 40.95km i 1:21:31 (30.14kph) 10/110 (9.09%)

Ag teacht isteach go T2 leis an rothar

Bhí na bróga rith a bhí ag fanacht romham i T2 báite, agus fuair mé crampa sa gcalapa clé ag iarraidh iad a tharraingt orm.  Níor fhan an crampa i bhfad, ámeán!
Am: 1:46 11/110 (10%)

Ag críochnú an rith
Ag teacht amach as T2, chonaic mé Máirín agus deir sí liom go raibh mé sa 25ú háit.  Dhírigh mé ar áit a bhaint amach sa gcéad fiche!  Ní raibh mé i bhfad ag dul thar beirt, ach thóg sé i bhfad teacht ar aon duine eile.  D’fhág “stitch” go raibh an chéad cheithre ciliméadar mí-chompórdach, ach bhí an dara leath den rith níos fearr.  An 10k is tapúla atá rite agam fós, agus ar chúrsa cnocach!
Am: 39:27 10/110 (9.09%)

Iomlán: 2:39:25 14/110 (12.72%)
2ú háit, Aois Ghrúpa 35-39

 Mé féin agus James ag an gcríoch

Chomh díomách agus a bhí mé leis an snámh, bhí mé thar a bheith sásta leis an gcuid eile den rás.  An dara háit i mo aois ghrúpa, agus sa 14ú háit ina iomláine. 
Níl ann anois ach díriú ar an Ironman 70.3 i gceann ceithre seachtainí!


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