Where: Newbiggin-by-the-sea
When: 1st September 2013
Organiser: VO2Max Racing Events
Course details: Sea swim, 3 lap flatish bike, 2 lap seafront run.
Distance(s): Distances 750m Swim, 23km Bike, 5.3km Run
Marshalling: Plenty in the key spots.
Facilities: Seaside town…
Technical: chip timing
Freebies: Tech tee
Having missed out on a spot for the Euros next year in my previous attempts it dawned that there were not many chances left. I’m not totally sure that Sprint distance is my thing, but as Faith was going up to give it a go I entered in the hope that it got me a step closer to Austria. With the realisation that I needed some structure to achieve this goal I also enlisted the services of Coach Hussler. Unfortunately as a few people are aware Liverpool also coincided with the start of me feeling slightly unwell. What I thought was an off week has drawn on, and on. The 7 hour drive up North on the Friday didn’t do much for me, and I arrived feeling pretty crappy, but we went and recced the venue and the bike route to get an idea of where we could each do our pre-race training sets the next day. Having ventured into an interesting drinking establishment, via 2 car parks I didn’t want to park in a suitable alternative was found for food and I managed to compound my unwellness with my dinner choices.
Saturday was my pre race set, so I did 2 laps of the bike and 1 of the run, as it fitted the timings perfectly. I was regretting my choice of race wheels though. Nice fast stretches (some dodgy road surfaces though) except when you got to side roads and the cross wind tried to wipe you out. The wind wasn’t an issue on the run though; it was more of an oven in fact!
Race morning came and I actually had a lie in… 0630… obviously do things more relaxed up north. Breakfast of Latte and porridge. Only 1 pot as I didn’t want to chance my almost settled stomach with the second. Bottle prepared and car packed I headed off for transition. Parked in a field, then wandered down to transition. Noticed my bike wasn’t in the best condition (I tightened the headset as it was knocking, except it was now too tight and tracking. New bearings needed), which played on my mind. Got racked, in a prime spot on the end of a row. Then sat around for ages. Ate some Hula Hoops and a Mars Bar. Let AD do it’s thing then listened to the briefing. Water was 16 degrees supposedly. The wind was building now. As first wave I headed down and walked through the tepid water. Tepid my ****, it was bloody freezing. I guess the reason it took 7 hours to get there is because I had driven to the Artic Circle. A few in and outs, face in, a few strokes. I was used to it. The start was delayed a bit whilst they closed the last few roads and I positioned myself to the outside of the line 2 back. Should be a good spot as people converged on the first turn. The start countdown came…
And the ruck began. The water was pretty shallow and this turned the start into a bit of a fight. About 10-15m someone knocked my wrist and I saw my Garmin fly to the right. Split second decision and I waited for everyone to pass, ducked under, grabbed it, ran back and gave it to the photographer. At least I got a clean start now and I was soon swimming through people. By the first turn I was back into the thick of it, and struggling to breath in the foamy broth. First turn down, and then the second, now the swell was creeping in and I got a few bad breaths of sea water. It felt like I was powering on and the anger/disappointment over my Garmin was fuelling me. I was slowly creeping through the field. Finally the beach came. People around me were getting up, but I stayed swimming and made better speed, last minute up and out and now to run through soft sand. Oh Joy. First attempt at zip pull failed. Second worked. By the time I reached the timing mat I had my wetsuit down, although it didn’t feel pretty!
T1 was an easy run, down the wrong aisle, but I was on the end so no problem. I stopped and rolled my suit down then grabbed the racking as my balance faded while I stepped out. Glasses on, helmet on, bike and off. At the mount line and a wobbly mount.
Luckily the first bit was downhill, so easy to carry speed while getting feet in, except the parked cars, cones and other riders made it a little challenging, oh, and the numb feet. I got there and now for the drag out of town, under a bridge and I was cut up by an overtaking taking car. Why overtake on a blind corner that is narrowing? I gesticulated at the driver, and he didn’t like this, although I think the rider in front of me got most of his abuse. Through the feeder, roundabouts and onto the dual carriageway. At this point some guy overtook, pulled in and eased up, right as the draftbuster came past. Paranoid about a penalty I backed off, waited for my chance and attacked. Round and onto the run back to town. The wind was apparent on this leg as my bike was almost blown out from under me a couple of times. Weaving around potholes and into the town, a couple of tight turns for the speed I hadn’t scrubbed off and onto lap 2. The second and third laps were much of the same, although things were getting busier, and there was some clear drafting happening (but there were 10 penalties for it, so the draftbusters did something).
Into T2 and I had a good dismount, reracked, run shoes on, glasses and helmet off and out. After the little out I slowly caught a guy from NE31 tri, and he was running at the same pace now and ran off his pace. As we came past the turn point I saw the other James Wilson and using him as my marker thought there was a chance I was still in the game for a sub 120%. Buoyed on by this I dug in as I felt progressively worse. I’ve had GI trouble before, this wasn’t the same. 1K in and up the hill. Onto the field, down a steep gravely bit, round, up and back towards the finish. 2K. Nice downhill and now I felt shocking. Bit of sick comes up. I swallow it back down. 100m later it comes back, mouthful of it this time. Avoid spitting it out and swallow again. Turn point, and wonder why the water has to be before the looped section. I’ve let NE31 drop me after all of this, he is now 15m ahead. No way I’m letting him away, I surge and catch him them settle back. 3K, come on Jibby only 9 minutes left, di in. Up the hill, hilly loop and back. 4K. Hit the downhill and I let my legs go free, I break ahead of NE31. Have I gone too soon. I keep turning the pain screw one notch. I picture the start of the sea wall as the start of my finish effort. I’m worrying about an attack from behind as I reach it and dig in to find little left in the tank. I cross the line and I’ve done it. No idea of time, but I held the run OK.
The day I don’t time myself I get dodgy splits. So I have a combined T2 and run
Swim: 12:29 (including 100m or so run to T1 across soft sand)
T1: 1:12
Bike: 42:10
T2+Run: 23:10
Overall 1:19:01
The Good
1. T2, I’m pleased with the whole dismount, changeover and exit
2. Overall performance, it was a slow day and I posted a 118%, given I’ve been unwell and I wasn’t peaking I’ll take that
The Bad
1. My bike handling. Not good on the technical parts of the course. I need to fix this for next season.
2. Swim start
3. Run fitness. I’m feeling pretty slow right now compared to early season
The Hmm
1. Swim. Bad start, but the anger might have helped me post a reasonable time in hindsigh (even if the results don’t show it)
2. Wetsuit removal. Not convinced it was a slick as it could have been, maybe the cold was to blame.