Well... in the euphoria of having completed my first Ironman race, I completely lost all motivation to keep the blog up and running... well not really motivation to keep it up... just more motivation to get on with other things. I just never got around to it as the race was over and I had moved on to other focuses. Immediately after Ironman, Amanda and I took our long awaited Honeymoon to Vanuatu... it had been a month in coming after getting married on April 13th; nearly a month earlier... and since we got back, I have ripped into the second half of the local Football season and been training hard to adapt to that sport, while also keeping up a base for the next Tri season... and of course, we have our wonderful little prince, 17 month old Eli keeping us very busy :)
Anyhoo... I digress. Ironman.
Early on in the peace, we decided Thursday was the best day to head up there. 1 day to drive and settle in and go for a ride, Friday to relax and go check in, Saturday to do a pre-race set and get everything organised... then race day. Plenty of time!
The drive up done, we found our modest accommodation exactly as described... modest. Unpacked, quick sit down, then it was off for a ride to stretch the legs out and meet up with a couple of lads for a 20 - 30k ride including one run through of the fabled, and feared Matthew Flinders hill... to be honest, I dont get the fuss. Sure is a sharp stinger of a hill with some sort of crazy gradient... but its only about 50-70m long and is over in under a minute... in Ironman, we ride it twice for good measure to keep those who trained and those who have Ironman on their bucket list honest.
Ride over, it's back to the unit to collect the family and have lunch. Its been so long now I really cont recall if we had lunch at home or in town, however probably to save money it would have been bread, fruit, lollies and Pepsi... then into town for a short trip to check out IM head quarters and the expo briefly.
Done and dusted, the expo wasn't really anything special and the merchandise on offer wasn't that great either... the 2xu gear was expensive as always and there wasn't much on sale at the other stalls as well. I didn't need much, so money saved for us.
Following this little recon mission was a trip out to a strawberry picking place with the Isaac family... worth the bucket price entry fee just to see wee Eli fascinated with all the strawberry plants and to try anything put in front of his mouth :)
Thursday done.
Friday was parents arrival day and check in day.
My parent arrived around lunch time at the same complex we were staying at and found their modest accommodation to be the same as ours... modest :)
Nothing planned for this day so I really cant remember doing much apart from eating like a pig, knocking down an ice cream and checking in, before we had dinner with my parents at the local all-you-can-eat bowling club. Spag Bol, on Spag Bol, on Spag Bol... with a side of fries for me... how imaginative. That's me to a tea though :)
Saturday.
Pre race set fist thing in the morning with Zim. Met a couple of the boys for a swim first up, then a ride with a few lads as well... then a short run with Zim and Roo Mildren for good measure. Nothing long or strenuous... just enough to get the blood pumping and some of that food consumed during carbo-load week moving right along...
Done.
Go home and play with the bike time now... time to set up gear bags, special needs bags, and my race day bag... dot all my T's, cross all my I's and make sure I have absolutely everything covered so race morning and race day is 100% drama free.
All good intentions... there's a saying about that somewhere...
My first obstacle was the rear XLAB wing. Of course you leave it to race eve to decide you are going to add an X-Nut so you can carry Co2 and canisters on the back of your bike... of course you have never trained with this... and of course it isn't very easy to get on... and of course it doesn't really fit that well and you don't have much in the way of tools to fix it.
We plough on. I manage to jam a few washers in there to tighten it up but its still loose... so I wedge the spare tube bag on top of it finally and bingo... solid as a rock... well solid as a rock while sitting stationary in our modest accommodation anyway. Lets not think about how it will go on the road for now :)
Bike fixed, next step is to check it in.
This is a whole family trip... Amnda, Eli and I head down with mum and dad in tow, coming along to see what all the fuss is about. We get down there, park moderately close and in I go. I pass Zim on the way in... surprise surprise, he is having troubles with this bike again... actually, it is a surprise as this is his brand new bike. I offer encouragement before heading in with my own bike.
Largely a straight forward affair, I find my spot, then continue walking through the Transition compound and hand my Bike and Run transition bags in.... then its out for some family shots under the Swim exit archway.
A crucial error just occured at this point...
Anyhoo, its home time now after some light strolling.
At home, I set about quickly just going over my stuff and getting it all layed out for the morning. Tri suit ready... check, compression... check, race numbers are in my Transition bag with race belt, special needs packed... check check check... we are good to go... OH HANG ON. Where's my race timing chip?
Was I supposed to have one? I do in every other race... do I get it in the morning with 1700 other punters all trying to get ready... err... no. I confirm with Zim that I have had an epic fail and I contact race Admin. Get there early I am told and we will have some spares at the main front desk.
Queue worrying about it all night and dreaming of missing out on a spare chip... missing the start, sleeping in... in short; crappy sleep.
Next morning, very dusty, I head to the race start 15mins before gates open. I'm one of the first there. I get in, state my case, and get told a lady will be there shortly with a spare one... tick tick young man, how could you forget? Simple I said... there was no signs and nobody told me. Well, there wasnt!
45mins later, I'm in. I'm running to set up.
The Swim
After the quickest race prep ever I am off to the swim start. I've lost all the people I know and I'm dodging and weving through competitor traffic trying to catch up to anyone.
I briefly catch Zim, but all is lost in the entry to the water and I start the race solo.
the Swim start was actually a bit of a shambles with the tide the way it was... hundreds started well in front of the start line, leaving rookies like me scrambling back at the starting buoys... I'm a fair way behind already right from the get go!
The swim, although pretty uneventful did provide me with some lessons learnt for next year. a) if people are going to start way in front of the starting buoys... then I am too. Some may say it is cheating, but my stars there were plenty of people in front of me that really shouldnt have been. Overtaking in this scenario isnt the easiest thing and I got pushed and buffeted all over the place just trying to get through the pack. b) get away from the inside ropes!!! While it may be the shortest route around the course, it was also quite uncomfortable to be getting shoved onto the ropes constantly and the rope burn accross the top of my foot wasnt that awesome despite what you may think...
Apart from that, uneventful. I swam, I got out. I didnt swim quite as fast as I wanted, but it wasnt too bad either... only a couple of minutes down on predictions.
Transition was a bit of a nightmare. No seats, all volunteers taken up elsewhere and no sunscreen person... so I was pretty much left to my own devices to get in and out quick as I could... which wasnt all that quick in the end.
Onto the Bike.
I actually had a really good ride but my pre race prediction standards :) There were a few club mates out in front of me they proved good targets to chase, and some behind that I was trying to stay ahead of. I didnt ride above myself as I was concious of going too hard and bonking later on, so I just kept a steady working pace. Along the way I passed the Cobra who was fixing a flat, then I got passed by Fresh Legs Greg Sewell, who I then re-passed as he went into the penalty box, and I went past the Maddog Steve MacKellar himself... all mates of mine from the club. Roo was behind in hot pursuit as well as some others I am sure.
5:20 for the ride... I had predicted maybe a 5:40-45 ride, but the weather was perfect I thought and I made the most of any tailwind that came my way and stayed solid when heading into it.
The Run...
My strength,
My saviour,
My crowning glory...
The icing on the cake if you will...
My failure.
I felt AWESOME when I started the run and I headed out at what I think was about 4:25min per km pace? I thought this would be fine as most runs I do off the bike start off quite fast before I slow down to the tempo I am supposed to be running at eventually... in this race, that would be about 4:45 - 4:59 pace.
Fail... I got excited didnt I, and I kept that pace up for as long as I could... and I was happy to be doing so as I passed many people I know from the Club, including the superfish and bike Animal, Zim.
I pressed on even though I could feel myself tiring.
I pressed on even though I could feel my back tightening.
I pressed on as I could see some, that I had passed earlier, coming up from behind...
I passed on the offer of my special needs bag after the 2nd lap (about 20km in) which contained panadol thinking I could keep this pace up for at least the 3rd lap before I would finally take the pills... how wrong I was.
By about 23km my back was killing me and I had started to walk in patches.... slowly.
I went for the nutrition and salt tablets... Fail again. Nutrition was fine, but the salt tablets has desintegrated in my pockets... leaving nothing but a plastic gel-like substance and some clumps of dirty salt.
Next time... put them in a sweat proof container!!!
Anyhoo, trudging along I was met by Club member, Tim "Skinny wiggle" Fryirs who proceeded to slow down from his current pace and to encourage me to press on as best I could. Wiggle was a saviour. What an inspiring fellow he is in pumping me up but also having fun going round the course hollaring at the crowd and encouraging many many others... Wiggle finally got me to Special Needs... and Panadol! Along the way, Zim had also caught up and we were running as three.
Eventually I got my legs back and my back subsided and I found I was able to run properly again... too late for that awesome time, but just enough time to round up some stragglers and finish the race in good spirits and looking good for the crowd at the finish line.
Cheeky Amanda had moved a few times during the race and I struggled at first to find her in the finish chute, but I finally found her, gave a hug and kiss and went for the line... crossing the exact same time as Zim... poor Wiggle still had 2 laps to go!!
Hindsight is a beautiful thing isnt it. While I did feel awesome in the run at first, ALL my training told me I wasnt going to be running a Marathon @ 4:25min pace... so why did I set out that way??? I have no answer other than that I was excited!!
Plans are already in place for next year and training is already focussed on fixing this anomaly up... my run is my strength... and while I am hammering the bike for more time, the goal is to be the strong runner I know I can be. 3hr 50mins is not good enough... I didnt run that slow in any of my training runs, so I shouldnt be doing it in this race.
I expect nothing less than a sub 3:30 next year, but I will be hoping for even more savings. Training is going well.
All in all, I have the bug. This was a fantastic day, despite the hurt, and I want more of it! Best parts of the day (in no particular order) were:
Skinny Wiggle's generosity in helping me on the run... what a bloke!
Finishing with an identical time to Zim after so much training together.
Sharing the moment with my family... we shared acramped little motel room, but I wouldnt have it any other way... well, we will next year :)
My bike ride was fantastic.
I learnt frommy run.
I have knowledge of my potential...
(pictures to come)
Wednesday, 14 November 2012
Thursday, 29 March 2012
A break from the Ironman training... Sparke Helmore Olympic Distance, Newcastle, NSW, March 18th
This is a race that was in the planning since about the turn of the year when I was mapping out the Ironman program and dates surrounding the wedding in April. Ideally I should be doing longer races to get up the distance, but travel and money can take a toll... and so can all the long hours in the saddle or hitting the pavement. So the Sparke Helmore Olympic Distance race was seen as ideal. Only an hours drive from home and relatively cheap made it the perfect outlet to get some match practice, or race experience in.
In addition to this, with one eye on the ITU selection criteria for NZ 2012, I thought a good result at a reasonably popular OD race might help my cause. I cant actually do any of the official races this season due to 70.3 conflict, the World Champs in Vegas and getting married the same weekend as the Sydney leg, but it would be nice to still be in with a shot as to be honest, ever since my good result in Nepean earlier in the the season I have felt there may actually be some damage I can do in OD races yet. Do the Sparke, get a good result, then send a letter off to Tri Australia for consideration... not sure I can even afford to go in the long run, but it's nice to know you can do it.
Anyhoo... I digress.
The week leading up to the race... as has been the case a few times now... I fell victim to a virus. I went running on the Saturday (weekend before the race weekend) and had my best training run yet. 36km in 2hrs 43mins was 2 mins faster than the week before and this time I did not stop the watch for anything... no stopping to drink, go to the toilet, traffic lights, people in my way... nothing... so in reality, it was probably about 5 or 6 mins faster than the previous week. I got home and all was well... I felt a little tired and weary but I felt ok. as the day went on though, I started feeling sore and quite tired. Next morning I got up as normal for the Sunday ride and cruised out with my good friend Zim over towards Ourimbah for some efforts of fun.
Something wasnt right though... I was struggling to keep up just while heading out..
Long story short, I peeled off from Zim (as planned) as he joined Brett the Animal 1.0 Stewart for extra efforts and went to meet Allen (Angry Little Man) Pearson before joining back up with Zim and Animal 1.0. Anyhoo, after a struggle of a ride through some hills, I finally stopped where I was to meet ALM and it hit me. The plan was to ride back to Ourimbah to join in with some efforts, but I just didnt get there. I was struggling to keep up with ALM on his Road bike, when normally it would be no problem and I was cold... damn COLD! Shivering all over and feeling quite weak... so passing near my house, I decided the right thing to do would be to ignore manly toughness and bravado and go home to bed.
Good decision... I went home and crashed... then had Monday off work. I would have had Tuesday off too, but I was ok enough to move, and having a day off at home with a 1 year old, isnt really resting anyway, so I may as well not waste my sickies and get to work!
Good taper! I didnt train that week until Thursday now... until I was sure I was as close to 100% as possible. I ditched swimming for the week and just touched up my legs a bit with some runs and rides. By Saturday arvo... I actually felt really good, and ready to tackle this race :)
The morning of, I got up nice and early in order to wake up properly for the drive and to have some breaky. I'll save time and put my kit on before driving as well I thought... too easy.
Rego opened at 5am, Transition closes at 6:55 for a 7:30am start... I aimed for 5:45 arrival.
Bang on time, I parked the car and walked about 1km to rego.
Did I mention it was cold and windy... with a little rain? Well it was.
I get to rego and check in... the wind is picking up. Fantastic I thought... I've got my race wheels. Should be ok, but I'd rather not.
Rain stops, although there's plenty of dark clouds around, but the wind keeps going and it remains cold.
Over to transition, I set up camp pretty much where I want... the area looks confusing so I go the neutral zone and go bang in the middle. Too easy. A few copy my lead and make it a little cramped, but its all good. I've set myself up next to a bright yellow bike, so assuming I exit the water first, I'll have no problem seeing my bike!
I'm done and its only 6:05am or something like that... NEVER have I been ready early... and NEVER will I be this early again! What to do... its dark, windy and cold! I walk over to the local surf club, as this race is right on the foreshore in Newcastle, I find a little nook in the building and sit down and play games on the phone and put some tunes on :)
ok, now here's where it gets funny... I guess I must have been thrown way out of whack from being early, or maybe I was in some sort of payback mode toward the gods of being early, but I ended up sitting there oblivious to the race raucus going on around me until about a minute or 2 before race brief! I still had to strip down, get my wetty out, vasso and sunscreen up and put my bag in the gear tent!!! I get up and run back over to rego which was about 500m... stopping half way to get the wetty on half way. I look at the clouds and decide sunscreen can pass and I forget the vasso. I nearly throw my gear in the tent until I realise I still have to get my goggles out... and my race issued swim cap... not my training cap :)
I throw the bag in and bolt back to the race brief in transition.
All good, if it hasnt started, I'm not late... its a mantra I live by and I'll stick to it... why stand there in the cold for no reason? My way was much more exciting and I utilised all my minutes as effectively and efficiently as possible!
Race brief done, its down to the race start... a 1.2km walk away.
I dont know anyone at the race, so its a contemplative walk... hammer the swim and bike and give what I have left on the run. dont be stupid though... I've been sick, and this is only an Olympic distance race. It's not the big picture.
Arrive at the race start and we all get filed into the water... the men first, then the women to follow... just two big waves. Not how it was advertised, with wave starts, but thats what they decided to do based on the weather and the strong current in the water. I get in, and I dont feel it.. the current that is. I just mill around, do a few laxadazicle waves of my arm in an attempt of some pathetic warm up... its either the warm up of someone who thinks he's the sh*t and doesnt need to warm up... or that of someone who is being terribly blase about the whole affair... for those that know me, it was definitely the latter today as I never think I'm all that and a bag or patato chip when it comes to Triathlon. I'm not small fry, nor am I large... I'm medium fry out there having a crack :)
The gun goes... without much warning I might add and I miss the jump... dammit... I missed the fast swimmers feet!!... worse still, some of the slower people get the jump on me too and I have to really battle to get through some of them... all flailing arms and bodies rolling all over the place... it would have been easier to just duck dive and go underneath if it were physically possible. Tactic I decided to eventually take was strong arm... get stuck in and bump and hit a few people... and MAKE the roll in another direction so I can pass through!
I dont know what happened, but soon as I passed a few people, the seas seemed to part and I was in open water :) It sucked a little as I had missed all the fast feet I thought, and I was out swimming on my own with people visible on either side... which was just as well... as I couldnt site the buoys at all due to their being a little chop in the surface and wind about. I just aimed at a land mass in the distance and it seemed to be the right way to go.
I pretty much hit the buoy straight on... pot luck! :) I turned tight and headed to shore... having a little race with a couple of people along the way as we battled for bragging rights of positioning of exiting the water... in all likelyhood it was the battle for 40th or 41st I reckon! Not being a great swimmer, I usually lose these battles... and so it came to pass, I relented.. as I nearly always do.
Not to worry, there was a run into transition to negotiate yet and I ran past a few people up to the bikes.... and the timing mat :D keep swimming boys... I'll get you on the run!
16:26 was my swim time for 1.5km... crazy fast! I guess there was a current after all! Not sure where that had me, but there was plenty of bikes still around, so not that bad.
Out on the bike I went and it became apparent almost immediately that this was not the course for my wheels :( Sure they were great in the dead spots and with wind ant front or behind... but this course follows the coastline for the majority of the trek and constant side winds were buffeting me everywhere on a tight and winding course. The were spots I really had to hit the breaks and hang on otherwise I'm sure I would have blown off if I had stayed aero!
And so it came to pass... I passed everyone in the no wind zones and on the climbs (which there were a few)... and I got slammed on all the fast downhills as they were conveniently in the wind areas!!! PainInTheArse.com
Bike time was easily maybe 3 or 4 mins slower than it should have been and I even averaged under 30km/h for the trip which is just unheard of these days.
Lesson learnt.
In actual fact, my bike time probably wasnt that slow, but there was no separate transition times, so part of the swim to bike, and the ridiculous bike rack to bike ride run was terrible.
As I finished my ride leg, I dismounted the stead and headed for transition and just as I was about to enter I was pointed to go to the left of the compound... actually, everyone was. Shambles... you had to do nearly a full lap of the compound running with your bike before you could enter... why? I dont know... perhaps it was just to confuse people to make you think that all spots in transition were fair? I seriously dont know... would be keen to post a map up so I can work it out!
Anyhoo, bike racked, socks on, as I was keen to avoid blisters (purely so I didnt disrupt my ironman training) and as I saw Crowie do in Vegas (thanks Amanda for the great shots of the great fellow leaving T2).. I grabbed my hat and sunnies and put them on while running. Not a bad changeover and I ran well... 3:41 for the first km, 3:37 for the second...and from then on I easily just sauntered along between 3:42 and 3:57 at the tougher windy end... all the time though, I ran every km under the 4min mark. Forget the official run time of just a tick over 40mins as this included some transition running again, I know I ran about a 37:30 - 38min run. It was a good solid hit out without busting everything I had. It was solid though, dont get me wrong, and I felt it by the end.
The run was good, the only hiccup being when I entered the finish shute I grabbed my belt to bring my number to the front and I actually snapped it right off... so I stopped, went back and got it and carried it over the line, holding my number in front... looking slightly stupid, but regardless, happy with my run.
Conveniently the bag tent was right next to the finish, I got my things and after sitting and eating a few pieces of fruit I headed off to get changed and get my bike and go... I didnt give my result a second thought as truth be told I thought I had blown the race on the bike and wasnt too enthused to hang around too long. I ambled through the expo, pined over a P4 being sold by some Pro on the cheap and got on my way.
2 days passed before the results were posted.
1.5km swim - 16:26
40km bike - 1:24:00
10km run - 40:38
Total time - 2:21:04
Cant say I was too enthused at the official times... but they were a victim of the transition running and the wind on the bike and I knew that.
What I didnt know... and had no idea of... was that this time was the 13th overall across the finish line, and I was 2nd in my usually tougher 30-34 age group :)
Quietly chuffed to say the least and the race was now deemed a successful hitout!
I'll leave this report here as I really do have to get back to training for Ironman, but suffice to say 2nd is a great result. It's given me a boost to the confidence and while I still wont be swanning around in the water before the swim thinking I'm all that... maybe I'll have just a little bit more confidence than usual?
oh, I also have a 2nd place medal that is going straight to the pool room... should I ever get a pool room...
Sunday, 26 February 2012
Falls Creek Long Course Australian Championships - Feb 11, 2012
Straight off the bat I’ll be honest here and admit… I still look at the time I do for all of my races and ignore the conditions, the course, the location etc… I still look at the time and wonder how I could have gone faster.
In all honesty again… all over the park is the answer.
There is a possibility I was semi beaten on this course even a week before going. I had to work night shifts to make the trip doable, accommodation plans were late, the weather forecast looked bleak eg. Rain… and it also looked as though it was going to be bloody cold at 8 or 9 degrees, getting down to 3 at night. It looked on iphone (as opposed to paper) by all intents and purposes to be a tough gig and planning for the race had uncertainty about it. What do I wear on the bike? Do I need a neoprene cap for the swim, am I going to soaking wet and freezing on the run? All thoughts you don’t really need leading into a big race on your calendar, it should just be a case of pack the same old gear and away we go.
Anyhoo, the drive down was uneventful, apart from a “how far is the next servo?” question that popped up and even had me knocking on a rural resident’s door to get my answer... the result of which was a 25km drive back to Wodonga as the next one coming wasn’t for 50km in our destination of Mt Beauty… which we wouldn’t have made it to as I had already been driving with the fuel light lit up for a good 15km already…
Unfortunately, as I had worked night shifts and Amanda had picked me up from work for this drive, she ended up doing quite a lot of hard work. I had a go, but by and large, Amanda got us down there.
Arriving safely, we took up our accommodation and settled in.
Next day was a recon mission up to Falls Creek and a look around town of Mt Beauty. Nice day to begin with, I got in one lap of the bike course (26km) and did a 5km jog before getting some groceries. It rained HEAVILY in the afternoon before I then headed back up to Falls on my own to attend registration and race briefing. Wisely (as it was raining up in Falls), Amanda stayed behind and got Eli ready for bed xx
Done and dusted, dinner cooked and eaten I was bang on course for a nice early night. The race had been moved forward 1.5 hours due to expected bad weather in the afternoon. I had been surprised that day that the weather, while reading 9 degrees, didn’t feel like 9 degrees… it felt a little warmer than that. I’m told it was because we were at altitude and hence, closer to the sun… but really, in the context of the sun distance from the earth, how much difference can 1000m really make? Regardless, although I had wished I’d worn gloves on my bike ride, it wasn’t terrible.
Next morning, up and at ‘em!
Ready to go already, quick trip to the communal camp site facilities, in the car and off after a very brief breaky.
Arrive in the dark… race starts in 30mins apparently… and we still have to get all my gear out of the car and walk 1.3km with tri gear, Eli in pram + Amanda’s provisions for the day. I walk ahead…fast.
No gents, we weren’t late… it was just a VERY small window for transition to be open as they’d moved the race to an earlier start time… just because they did that though, it didn’t mean they could shut the roads in and out of Falls Creek any earlier…
Anyhoo, get to the gate for transition… “g’day mate, would you mind putting your helmet on for us please?”
“ahh fck”… *insert mini panic… “ok, I’m just gonna leave my stuff here and run back and get my helmet…”
“Gees, you better hurry mate… they are running a bit late this morning, but you don’t have long!”
*insert me not listening and getting ready to take off down the road.
“why don’t you ride you bike back… oh wait, you don’t have your helmet…”
*insert me making a bolt for it… 2.6km sprint warm up should be fun.
Warm up done, gear picked up, getting ready in transition… quickly… and hoping not to miss anything.
I had decided to go Endurance Junkie Tri shorts and wetty only for the swim, after which I would towel down and put the EJ Tri top on AND an EJ Tri suit over the top. I thought this would do and be quicker and more comfortable than putting on a jacket (as so many others were). I hung them up nicely for an easy getaway. Towel down, towel over runners done as well. Nutrition put in Tri shorts pockets already for convenience, wetsuit half on.
Big T3 time. Run down to Amanda with overflowing Tri bag… she looks at me… I look at the messy bag… I look at her bag… and Eli in pram… and blankets hanging off pram… then promptly run the 100m or so back up the hill to transition to leave my bag with the gear lady.
Back down to finally get my T3 out of the way… bewdy, now we’re down to race weight J
Wetsuit on, jog down to water and straight in. Quickly ask one fella where we are aiming for and within 15 seconds, then gun goes off… mid pack I am… right in the middle of the washing machine. Bollocks. I know I stand by the saying, you’re not late if the train hasn't left… or you’re not late if training hasn’t started… technically, I wasn’t late here either…. But I was… I hate the washing machine part of the swim pack and much prefer to be on the front line. I don’t care that I swim like a r*tard at the best of times… let people overtake me and I jump on their feet if I can instead of me having to swim over the top of those worse than me and being left behind.
Apart from the debacle of a start, the swim was pretty uneventful… there was a slight odour of sewage in the air… or more like the smell of someone who had cr*pped themselves and were swimming close by… but apart from that, it was water and it was not salty. Hence, I was slow and heavy… as per Vegas, only this time I had a wetsuit. There’s something about these freshwater swims that just don’t agree with me. I’d prefer it to be chlorinated actually as I’d swim faster in Gossy pool 9 times out of 10.
Swim done, not sure of time, but it wasn’t awful and it wasn’t great. 35mins or something like that, plus small jog on uncomfortable rocky path and transition took it to 38 or 39mins… not great.
Transition was smooth and methodical. There was stuff to be done in order to get warm and in all honesty Im pretty sure I was in and out quicker than those that decided to don jackets, arm warmers, beanies etc… The only tricky part for me had been deciding to have shoes on the bike already or put them on and run in them. It was only about 30m so I decided off the bike would be best. Good call in my opinion as the emerging sun was starting to thaw the tarmac in transition and some pebbles were coming loose and sticking to socks of those who chose shoes already clipped.
Ride started. I knew from yesterday’s ride that this was going to be tough. I thought it might still be fast if I put in… but tough none the less. Lots of climbing to get through followed by some fast downhills.
Turns out my assessment of the course wasn’t that awesome and lots of climbing x 3 laps wasn’t that fun!!! Although it was a bloody though course, it remained as a 30+ km/h average ride (due to powering down some hills instead of some recovery rolling which I may have done in normal circumstances) which I am pleased with however I did have 2 fails.
Fail 1 was the loading up of the nutrition in the EJ Tri shorts before the swim… can anyone guess why?? I’m not telling why… see if you can guess!
Fail 2… shoulda woulda coulda… used toe covers. Booties would have taken way too long… but my feet were rock solid frozen by the end of the trip. It literally felt like I was running on frostbite riddled stumps when I first started my 20km sortie on the trails of Falls Creek.
Transition 2 came with frustration.
Bike shoes off, runners, cap, OJB’s on, swig of caffeine shot and away we go… umm no we don’t.
By now it was a bit warmer on the mountain top and the tar had melted a little more. In trying to do transition standing up (as you normally do) I had inadvertently gotten a few bits of tar and rocks stuck to my socks. I started running, and felt them immediately. I stopped (while standing), took off shoe 1 and removed rocks. Shoe on, repeat for 2nd shoe. Start running. Stop… rocks had fallen off socks and into shoes. Repeat shoe removal process and removed rocks from socks and shoes this time.
Start….stop… more in there.
I retreat the massive 5 metres to my base camp, sit on a towel, remove shoes, remove socks and put 2nd pair of socks on, then shoes (AFTER INSPECTING!) and finally I’m off. Brett mentioned the macca helmet episode in his husky report… this was me with my shoes. There was a couple of expletives in that moment let me give you the tip.
Off we go.
Straight off the bat, you leave transition and head straight up a grassy hill. I didn’t get to see the trail the day before as it was all roped off, however if this was the order of the day then I was in for a LONG DAY!
Hill done, onto a winding track for about 1.5km then BANG… Hill 2… much much much worse than the first one and I raise my had… I was one of just about everybody who walked a few steps on that b*tch. Brilliant, 1.5 to 2km in and already I’m walking. 3 laps of this garbage to do….
(I point out now it was only 2 laps… however I thought it was 3… so that was a mental battle for me for sure!)
Turns out it was tooo bad after that. The track wasn’t awful. It was pretty solid with just a little loose gravel and was reasonably flat although with plenty of gentle rollers and little sharp up and down ditches (for drainage?)
At the end of lap one I was seriously considering my Ironman future. I was struggling to maintain sub 5min pace (which I thought was an absolute disaster) and I was hurting. Melissa Rollinson loomed as I was completing lap 1… buoyed, I ran a little better for a little bit in order to not look like a complete spastic… until she was out of sight and I resumed in my rut of “this run time is sh*t”
I stopped to p*ss at the very beginning of lap 2. I kinda had the sh*ts but yeah, I was also busting and would have wet myself soon. If I was feeling great in my run there was no way I would have stopped and possibly even done it on the run… but I wasn’t happy, so I stopped and let all those regular faces I was running near go off in the distance.
Snakes hiss done, back to the trail. Being the start of lap 2, I knew there was the hills to get through first and foremost… win #1 was that Hill #1 was gone from the 2nd lap and the 2nd hill was the only one to get up… or so I thought at the time.
I walked a little more this time on the hill…as were most people… trust me, only Roo would run up this hill… once at the top, I took off. I felt good for a few steps until a clown going the other way had a case of premature gel ejaculation and squirted his chocolate gooey gel right down the side (and inside) my right Newton!! Gimme a break… you fcking cnut!!! I thought…
such anger.
Quick scoop of gel out of my shoe using my finger on the run and I continued on. I didn’t stop as it was only gel and it wasn’t coming out anyway.
Surprisingly I had a new found grin and bare it attitude to this lap (post hill) and I ran quite well for most of the lap. I got to the end of lap 2, by now knowing it was only 2 laps, however the Garmin only read 18… km. Where’s the extra 2kms… if I had have known it was 18km surely I would have been less cranky with my poor run and been able to speed up?
..oh there it is… just up ahead there was a detour UP and over/around transition. Nice hill to finish off the course, there was jog through a bit of an overgrown bumpy outcrop above the transition area then back down a much more civilised track on the other side. We then turned almost 180 degrees and headed back to the finish line which was on a loose gravel road and ending in a 300m gradual incline. Excellent and just what the doctor ordered.
Race over, pat on the back, bit of fruit and a GIANT branded water bottle… with water. No medals, no towels… just kudos from the MC and a hug and kiss form Mandy and Eli. To be honest, the last bit is all that really matters in these races now… to see their smiling faces at the finish line. It tells me 2 things… they support me & 2, they care enough to know when I am finishing!
Eli, then used one of his new favourite toy shiny rocks and scratched my sunnies good and proper! Blees him, I like think he was only trying to give me a hug J
Immediate post race reflection… bloody hard course that one… and happy I finished it. Quite pleased I stuck it out actually. Not very happy about the time though… actually I was annoyed at the time (4:59:13) seeing it was slower than my best 70.3 which is longer distance by 10km riding and 1.1km running. I knew inside me though that I had nothing more to give in terms of speed though. Sure I could have stumbled some more kilometres but they wouldn’t have been any faster.
I’m a hard task master with my results and I immediately questioned the worth of travelling all the way down to Victoria to do this race… it was bloody tough that’s for sure… but in the end it was just a race, and I am just an average Joe competitor. I’m no superstar, I don’t win, I don’t come top 5 or top 10… why do I make Amanda and Eli up sticks and travel all that way for the race of an amateur?
Who knows?
Chuffed to hear I came 15th in the end as I expected a lot worse… I expected this result to be Canberra’esque… so 15th put a smile on the dial and it clicked that (although I wouldn’t be using them) these were my first ever ITU qualifying points J Double points at that. My time wasn’t great, but it wasn’t that bad after all. I could have been fresher for the race but I put that down to nightshift work all that week which took the stuffing out of me..
Nutrition I believe was bang on.
Feedback on the course? Not sure I’ll go back, unless it’s a decent family trip and there’s a few days for the kid(s) to enjoy themselves in and around Mt Beauty, which in my opinion was a much better place, and a cheaper place to stay than Falls Creek itself which is purely a ski resort area with exorbitant prices for hotels or Share accommodation only. Not much I could find for the budget conscious family unfortunately.
The course itself did not suit my strengths at all (freshwater, hills with sharp descents, trail running) so in many ways it became more of a practice session in mental toughness and a body strength training exercise (at pace) than a race as such. I think the experience will have me in good stead for Port IM though as I know whatever Port throws at me, despite being only half the distance, this was a much tougher track.
Lastly, the cold… don’t listen to weather reports. The forecast had miserable weather all the way up to and including the race. The reality was the days were beautiful, the arvo’s were wet… yes the nights were a little chilly, but it didn’t feel anything close to the freezing I thought it was going to be… The 2 Endurance Junkie suits did the trick perfectly for the ride and run and I was fine... apart from my toes on the ride. Those in jackets were p*ssies and would have been sweating buckets. I could have used arm warmers and even a wind vest instead of 2 suits, however I was quite comfortable.
Cheers - photos to come when I can afford them!!
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In all honesty again… all over the park is the answer.
There is a possibility I was semi beaten on this course even a week before going. I had to work night shifts to make the trip doable, accommodation plans were late, the weather forecast looked bleak eg. Rain… and it also looked as though it was going to be bloody cold at 8 or 9 degrees, getting down to 3 at night. It looked on iphone (as opposed to paper) by all intents and purposes to be a tough gig and planning for the race had uncertainty about it. What do I wear on the bike? Do I need a neoprene cap for the swim, am I going to soaking wet and freezing on the run? All thoughts you don’t really need leading into a big race on your calendar, it should just be a case of pack the same old gear and away we go.
Anyhoo, the drive down was uneventful, apart from a “how far is the next servo?” question that popped up and even had me knocking on a rural resident’s door to get my answer... the result of which was a 25km drive back to Wodonga as the next one coming wasn’t for 50km in our destination of Mt Beauty… which we wouldn’t have made it to as I had already been driving with the fuel light lit up for a good 15km already…
Unfortunately, as I had worked night shifts and Amanda had picked me up from work for this drive, she ended up doing quite a lot of hard work. I had a go, but by and large, Amanda got us down there.
Arriving safely, we took up our accommodation and settled in.
Next day was a recon mission up to Falls Creek and a look around town of Mt Beauty. Nice day to begin with, I got in one lap of the bike course (26km) and did a 5km jog before getting some groceries. It rained HEAVILY in the afternoon before I then headed back up to Falls on my own to attend registration and race briefing. Wisely (as it was raining up in Falls), Amanda stayed behind and got Eli ready for bed xx
Done and dusted, dinner cooked and eaten I was bang on course for a nice early night. The race had been moved forward 1.5 hours due to expected bad weather in the afternoon. I had been surprised that day that the weather, while reading 9 degrees, didn’t feel like 9 degrees… it felt a little warmer than that. I’m told it was because we were at altitude and hence, closer to the sun… but really, in the context of the sun distance from the earth, how much difference can 1000m really make? Regardless, although I had wished I’d worn gloves on my bike ride, it wasn’t terrible.
Next morning, up and at ‘em!
Ready to go already, quick trip to the communal camp site facilities, in the car and off after a very brief breaky.
Arrive in the dark… race starts in 30mins apparently… and we still have to get all my gear out of the car and walk 1.3km with tri gear, Eli in pram + Amanda’s provisions for the day. I walk ahead…fast.
No gents, we weren’t late… it was just a VERY small window for transition to be open as they’d moved the race to an earlier start time… just because they did that though, it didn’t mean they could shut the roads in and out of Falls Creek any earlier…
Anyhoo, get to the gate for transition… “g’day mate, would you mind putting your helmet on for us please?”
“ahh fck”… *insert mini panic… “ok, I’m just gonna leave my stuff here and run back and get my helmet…”
“Gees, you better hurry mate… they are running a bit late this morning, but you don’t have long!”
*insert me not listening and getting ready to take off down the road.
“why don’t you ride you bike back… oh wait, you don’t have your helmet…”
*insert me making a bolt for it… 2.6km sprint warm up should be fun.
Warm up done, gear picked up, getting ready in transition… quickly… and hoping not to miss anything.
I had decided to go Endurance Junkie Tri shorts and wetty only for the swim, after which I would towel down and put the EJ Tri top on AND an EJ Tri suit over the top. I thought this would do and be quicker and more comfortable than putting on a jacket (as so many others were). I hung them up nicely for an easy getaway. Towel down, towel over runners done as well. Nutrition put in Tri shorts pockets already for convenience, wetsuit half on.
Big T3 time. Run down to Amanda with overflowing Tri bag… she looks at me… I look at the messy bag… I look at her bag… and Eli in pram… and blankets hanging off pram… then promptly run the 100m or so back up the hill to transition to leave my bag with the gear lady.
Back down to finally get my T3 out of the way… bewdy, now we’re down to race weight J
Wetsuit on, jog down to water and straight in. Quickly ask one fella where we are aiming for and within 15 seconds, then gun goes off… mid pack I am… right in the middle of the washing machine. Bollocks. I know I stand by the saying, you’re not late if the train hasn't left… or you’re not late if training hasn’t started… technically, I wasn’t late here either…. But I was… I hate the washing machine part of the swim pack and much prefer to be on the front line. I don’t care that I swim like a r*tard at the best of times… let people overtake me and I jump on their feet if I can instead of me having to swim over the top of those worse than me and being left behind.
Apart from the debacle of a start, the swim was pretty uneventful… there was a slight odour of sewage in the air… or more like the smell of someone who had cr*pped themselves and were swimming close by… but apart from that, it was water and it was not salty. Hence, I was slow and heavy… as per Vegas, only this time I had a wetsuit. There’s something about these freshwater swims that just don’t agree with me. I’d prefer it to be chlorinated actually as I’d swim faster in Gossy pool 9 times out of 10.
Swim done, not sure of time, but it wasn’t awful and it wasn’t great. 35mins or something like that, plus small jog on uncomfortable rocky path and transition took it to 38 or 39mins… not great.
Transition was smooth and methodical. There was stuff to be done in order to get warm and in all honesty Im pretty sure I was in and out quicker than those that decided to don jackets, arm warmers, beanies etc… The only tricky part for me had been deciding to have shoes on the bike already or put them on and run in them. It was only about 30m so I decided off the bike would be best. Good call in my opinion as the emerging sun was starting to thaw the tarmac in transition and some pebbles were coming loose and sticking to socks of those who chose shoes already clipped.
Ride started. I knew from yesterday’s ride that this was going to be tough. I thought it might still be fast if I put in… but tough none the less. Lots of climbing to get through followed by some fast downhills.
Turns out my assessment of the course wasn’t that awesome and lots of climbing x 3 laps wasn’t that fun!!! Although it was a bloody though course, it remained as a 30+ km/h average ride (due to powering down some hills instead of some recovery rolling which I may have done in normal circumstances) which I am pleased with however I did have 2 fails.
Fail 1 was the loading up of the nutrition in the EJ Tri shorts before the swim… can anyone guess why?? I’m not telling why… see if you can guess!
Fail 2… shoulda woulda coulda… used toe covers. Booties would have taken way too long… but my feet were rock solid frozen by the end of the trip. It literally felt like I was running on frostbite riddled stumps when I first started my 20km sortie on the trails of Falls Creek.
Transition 2 came with frustration.
Bike shoes off, runners, cap, OJB’s on, swig of caffeine shot and away we go… umm no we don’t.
By now it was a bit warmer on the mountain top and the tar had melted a little more. In trying to do transition standing up (as you normally do) I had inadvertently gotten a few bits of tar and rocks stuck to my socks. I started running, and felt them immediately. I stopped (while standing), took off shoe 1 and removed rocks. Shoe on, repeat for 2nd shoe. Start running. Stop… rocks had fallen off socks and into shoes. Repeat shoe removal process and removed rocks from socks and shoes this time.
Start….stop… more in there.
I retreat the massive 5 metres to my base camp, sit on a towel, remove shoes, remove socks and put 2nd pair of socks on, then shoes (AFTER INSPECTING!) and finally I’m off. Brett mentioned the macca helmet episode in his husky report… this was me with my shoes. There was a couple of expletives in that moment let me give you the tip.
Off we go.
Straight off the bat, you leave transition and head straight up a grassy hill. I didn’t get to see the trail the day before as it was all roped off, however if this was the order of the day then I was in for a LONG DAY!
Hill done, onto a winding track for about 1.5km then BANG… Hill 2… much much much worse than the first one and I raise my had… I was one of just about everybody who walked a few steps on that b*tch. Brilliant, 1.5 to 2km in and already I’m walking. 3 laps of this garbage to do….
(I point out now it was only 2 laps… however I thought it was 3… so that was a mental battle for me for sure!)
Turns out it was tooo bad after that. The track wasn’t awful. It was pretty solid with just a little loose gravel and was reasonably flat although with plenty of gentle rollers and little sharp up and down ditches (for drainage?)
At the end of lap one I was seriously considering my Ironman future. I was struggling to maintain sub 5min pace (which I thought was an absolute disaster) and I was hurting. Melissa Rollinson loomed as I was completing lap 1… buoyed, I ran a little better for a little bit in order to not look like a complete spastic… until she was out of sight and I resumed in my rut of “this run time is sh*t”
I stopped to p*ss at the very beginning of lap 2. I kinda had the sh*ts but yeah, I was also busting and would have wet myself soon. If I was feeling great in my run there was no way I would have stopped and possibly even done it on the run… but I wasn’t happy, so I stopped and let all those regular faces I was running near go off in the distance.
Snakes hiss done, back to the trail. Being the start of lap 2, I knew there was the hills to get through first and foremost… win #1 was that Hill #1 was gone from the 2nd lap and the 2nd hill was the only one to get up… or so I thought at the time.
I walked a little more this time on the hill…as were most people… trust me, only Roo would run up this hill… once at the top, I took off. I felt good for a few steps until a clown going the other way had a case of premature gel ejaculation and squirted his chocolate gooey gel right down the side (and inside) my right Newton!! Gimme a break… you fcking cnut!!! I thought…
such anger.
Quick scoop of gel out of my shoe using my finger on the run and I continued on. I didn’t stop as it was only gel and it wasn’t coming out anyway.
Surprisingly I had a new found grin and bare it attitude to this lap (post hill) and I ran quite well for most of the lap. I got to the end of lap 2, by now knowing it was only 2 laps, however the Garmin only read 18… km. Where’s the extra 2kms… if I had have known it was 18km surely I would have been less cranky with my poor run and been able to speed up?
..oh there it is… just up ahead there was a detour UP and over/around transition. Nice hill to finish off the course, there was jog through a bit of an overgrown bumpy outcrop above the transition area then back down a much more civilised track on the other side. We then turned almost 180 degrees and headed back to the finish line which was on a loose gravel road and ending in a 300m gradual incline. Excellent and just what the doctor ordered.
Race over, pat on the back, bit of fruit and a GIANT branded water bottle… with water. No medals, no towels… just kudos from the MC and a hug and kiss form Mandy and Eli. To be honest, the last bit is all that really matters in these races now… to see their smiling faces at the finish line. It tells me 2 things… they support me & 2, they care enough to know when I am finishing!
Eli, then used one of his new favourite toy shiny rocks and scratched my sunnies good and proper! Blees him, I like think he was only trying to give me a hug J
Immediate post race reflection… bloody hard course that one… and happy I finished it. Quite pleased I stuck it out actually. Not very happy about the time though… actually I was annoyed at the time (4:59:13) seeing it was slower than my best 70.3 which is longer distance by 10km riding and 1.1km running. I knew inside me though that I had nothing more to give in terms of speed though. Sure I could have stumbled some more kilometres but they wouldn’t have been any faster.
I’m a hard task master with my results and I immediately questioned the worth of travelling all the way down to Victoria to do this race… it was bloody tough that’s for sure… but in the end it was just a race, and I am just an average Joe competitor. I’m no superstar, I don’t win, I don’t come top 5 or top 10… why do I make Amanda and Eli up sticks and travel all that way for the race of an amateur?
Who knows?
Chuffed to hear I came 15th in the end as I expected a lot worse… I expected this result to be Canberra’esque… so 15th put a smile on the dial and it clicked that (although I wouldn’t be using them) these were my first ever ITU qualifying points J Double points at that. My time wasn’t great, but it wasn’t that bad after all. I could have been fresher for the race but I put that down to nightshift work all that week which took the stuffing out of me..
Nutrition I believe was bang on.
Feedback on the course? Not sure I’ll go back, unless it’s a decent family trip and there’s a few days for the kid(s) to enjoy themselves in and around Mt Beauty, which in my opinion was a much better place, and a cheaper place to stay than Falls Creek itself which is purely a ski resort area with exorbitant prices for hotels or Share accommodation only. Not much I could find for the budget conscious family unfortunately.
The course itself did not suit my strengths at all (freshwater, hills with sharp descents, trail running) so in many ways it became more of a practice session in mental toughness and a body strength training exercise (at pace) than a race as such. I think the experience will have me in good stead for Port IM though as I know whatever Port throws at me, despite being only half the distance, this was a much tougher track.
Lastly, the cold… don’t listen to weather reports. The forecast had miserable weather all the way up to and including the race. The reality was the days were beautiful, the arvo’s were wet… yes the nights were a little chilly, but it didn’t feel anything close to the freezing I thought it was going to be… The 2 Endurance Junkie suits did the trick perfectly for the ride and run and I was fine... apart from my toes on the ride. Those in jackets were p*ssies and would have been sweating buckets. I could have used arm warmers and even a wind vest instead of 2 suits, however I was quite comfortable.
Cheers - photos to come when I can afford them!!
http://www.marathon-photos.com/scripts/event.py?event=Sports%2FJRAU%2F2012%2FFalls+Creek+Triathlon&new_search=1&match=305
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