Right, I think I have procrastinated so long before writing this race report that even the memory of the pain has diminished. Strange how you remember that it hurt, but can't remember what the hurt actually felt like - I guess that's the only reason we keep doing these events isn't it?!
So after starting with that random little observation, I should actually explain what I'm talking about: the MurrayMan Long Course Triathlon in Barmera, South Australia.
Jase and I flew over to Adelaide on Friday, November 2, after doing the usual 6am bunch ride in 6 degrees.
Our first stop in Adelaide was the bike shop to pump up our bike tyres (this was a very fateful visit, but more on that later).
We stayed the night with my cousins Lisa & Travis & aunt Anne in Adelaide and enjoyed some wonderful hospitality (and a home cooked meal!) before driving out to the race course on Saturday (about 2 3/4 hours). Barmera is a very quiet little country town by a big lake. It was hot, but not too hot on Saturday, so we rode one lap of the course (20km), then I had a run and a quick swim in the lake. Despite the air temperature, the lake was cold! I swam without a wetsuit but knew that the next day we would have a wetsuit swim. :)
Then it was off to Berri to enjoy the rest of the day relaxing at our hotel. It was such a nice day that all I wanted to do was go riding, but I forced myself to relax, stay out of the sun, and eat too much food.
On race morning, Jason managed to drive us past the turnoff to Barmera - lucky I was paying attention or we would have been halfway back to Adelaide! Got there with 10 minutes til they closed transition which of course sent me into a total panic, not the way I wanted to start my day.
But I got in and got out just in time, did a quick swim warm up and then started treading water about 50m from the shore with the other "elites". It felt cool and special to be starting out in front of the "age groupers" like a proper pro, but it made me nervous because what if I swam really slowly and looked totally stupid for starting up there?
After what seemed like forever we were off and of course the pace went on straight away and I was spat out the back because I am not a great swimmer at the best of times and am definitely not a sprinter under any circumstance. I went anaerobic trying to get on someone's feet but after a while decided to give up and try to recover a little. I felt awful, because it was windy there was a bit of chop (funny how it seems like chop when you're swimming and ripples when you're sailing) I was swallowing heaps of water. I thougth that I must be miles behind and was having a lot of negative thoughts. The end of the swim truly could not come quick enough!
When I finally reached the beach I saw a couple of other yellow caps ahead of me, but then the commentator called out that I was the second elite female out. How could that be? I didn't understand but it made me a lot happier and gave me a lot more confidence! In and out of T1, as usual looking like a gumby trying to mount my bike, and pretty much straight away knew it was going to be a long day. The road was rough and there was a strong headwind, and it was already well into the mid 20s and getting hotter. I was riding a borrowed bike and this was my third time on it - plus my nutrition strategy had been developed in consultation with Mark Matthews the day before on the phone - I'd never tried it before! How was this going to go down?!
Laps one and two of the undulating course were, I have to say, not particularly pleasant, but passed by quick enough. Julianne (eventual 3rd place getter) steamed past me on her SWorks, Di2 Shiv with a full disc rear wheel on the first 'out' leg. I had no hope of keeping up with her - my only option was to "race my own race". The third lap was where I really struggled in the wind, my legs were just hurting and dead. At times I literally was moving at 23km/h. Felicity (2nd place getter) smashed me up a hill on the third lap, while I was down. That third split was terrible. The last lap was just me remembering to eat and drink and thinking 'it'll be over soon, it'll be over soon, just keep going!'
I got a bit lost coming into T2 but even so managed to make up about a minute on the girls ahead of me, by now I was about 4 minutes down. I was thinking that's a big deficit to make up, but I'll just see how things pan out. I had tried to have a bit of a stretch on the last leg of the bike in the hope that I'd feel better running than I did in Yeppoon.
The legs were heavy but I wasn't as sore in my left hip like I usually am. Still felt like I was running 4.45min/kms but when I looked down at my Garmin (thankfully remembered it at the last minute this time!) I was doing under 4 minute k's! Sh!t better slow down, I'll never keep this up for 20km!
About now was when I started to feel the heat - it would have been in the mid-30s. I got through the first lap OK, had to fight my inner voice to allow myself to walk the aid stations, which I've never really done before. I tipped ice all over myself, drunk as much water as I could, ran through all the residents' hoses, and hung a wet face washer around my neck. I had a gel on this lap, and on the second lap. On the run, it was the second lap that was the struggle. I thought to myself 'well, I'm going to finish third, and that will have to be OK because I just can't go any faster than this'. I also thought 'it's no longer a race, it's just survival now'. In particular there was one long, exposed gravel road where the sun was so bright and harsh and the wind was so strong that I was barely lifting one leg in front of the other. When I had read in the race instructions that there was three aid stations per lap (5km) I decided that was "heaps" and there was "no way" I'd need to wear a fuel belt. I soon wanted to take those thoughts back, because the gaps between the aid stations felt like a long, loooong way.
Matty's nutrition strategy for me was to "rely on Coke for the last half of the race". Good plan, not so good in practice when the aid stations ran out of coke!! So for the last half I was just running on water. Normally two gels for me would be plenty but clearly the heat was taking up a lot more of my energy. Finally, on the third lap, I passed Felicity. She told me she had done an Ironman two weeks ago, so then boy did I feel lazy! Ha! I also thought I was then in 1st and could relax, it wasn't til a few km's later when I passed Julianne I realized that I had only been in second! Now I had a whole lap and a bit that I had to stay in front >:(
I battled on really wishing I had some nutrition because I knew the tank was empty, but I thought I was basically home and hosed, until I got a scare at the last aid station - Felicity caught back up to me! Without thinking I just turned around and bolted, almost instantly thinking 'oh crap, that was dumb, I don't want to turn around and see where she is so now I'm going to have to hold this crazy pace for another 2.5km!'
Man, it was hurting. I honestly have never dug so deep in a race before, and I've never really been raced to the end like that. It was awesome. I just kept telling myself 'I know you have nothing left but just keep going, you're nearly there, the end can't be that far away!'. I have never felt so relieved, and so utterly exhausted, at the end of a race. I always imagined feeling elated and proud when I finally got to grab that ribbon and lift it up, but I just felt like "thank God that's over! I can stop now. I'm never doing that again."
That thought was short-lived, as I found out at the presentation that I'd won free entry and accommodation for next year's race. I'm still coming round to the idea of suffering that again! But with that and the fact we won't have to travel far for the race, if I podium again I might actually make a profit!
We escaped the presentation and headed back to Adelaide where we spent a lovely, restful night with my family, Steve, Anna, Errol & Zelie, in the hills overlooking Adelaide. And Monday morning the mad rush started again, airports, bikes, bags, travel, and finally home where it was time to break the news to family and friends: that bike shop visit had resulted in an amazing job offer for Jason and hence a move to South Australia.
So we had to find a place to live, start packing, saying goodbye to people, fixing things, cleaning, maintaining cars, and all that other stuff that goes along with moving house.
Then, I got offered a place in Hahn Super Dry Team Latitude, which will help with my travel expenses to regional events around Australia;
Then we had to celebrate my 24th birthday;
And I've still been attempting to train for Canberra, but I think I need to relax the expectations I was putting on myself for that race given the interruption of moving states, and the fact that THEY TOOK THE HILL OUT OF IT AND I DON'T HAVE A TIME TRIAL BIKE!! Waaah!!
And I blame all that chaos for the fact it's taken me so long to write this.
I have one more thing to say before I sign off from this massive essay.
THANKYOU! Thankyou so, so much and goodbye (No, see you later) to all the wonderful people I have met and who have supported me along the way:
The 6am bunch and of course the BC guys for not only helping out with my bike but being great fun to work and train with and putting up with having a female triathlete in the bunch (sorry about my bike handling skills!);
Mark Connelley and Craig Boon at EFM for helping out with my strength training;
Jude Hillhouse at In Balance Physio/Pilates for all her help with my core strength;
Harvey Griggs for the massages;
The Launceston Aquatic crew for being great fun to work with and making my job so enjoyable;
My family and friends, just for being you;
Guy Besley and Team Lat for welcoming me onto the team. Can't wait to do an event as part of my new team;
Trent and the Riverside squad. You would never think that swimming laps could be so much fun. There's torture, there's teasing, but there's also tons of love and support and I am going to miss Wendesday and Friday mornings terribly.
That done, bring on the next adventure! We're on the boat tomorrow night, leaving Tasmania, and sailing into the future............
"It doesn't matter where you go in life, it matters who you go with".
Holly x
