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The
participation in Ironman Western Australia ended a very ordinary period for me
as a full time, competitive triathlete. It was a tremendous relief knowing that
a month out, I was injury free and a definite starter. A correct diagnosis of
my problem as iliopsoas bursitis/internally clicking hip, finally resulted in a
successful rehabilitation campaign. The generous assistance and expertise of
Kieran Bell from BIOSYMM certainly was the catalyst to the recovery.
I
had 3 months to prepare for Busselton and I couldn’t have done it without the
assistance of my athletes. I hosted many group sessions in the lead up to the
race, and it was the enthusiasm and spirit of these occasions that made the
sometimes onerous training bearable, and, dare I say it, enjoyable.
As
always, when in Busselton I stay at the Mac Shack, courtesy of Mumbles and
Sports Fever. Unfortunately, on this occasion, there was need for emergency
evacuation of the premises on the first night of our stay.
Mumbles’
two children had fallen ill on the way down with gastro and none of the
competing fraternity in the Shack wanted to risk contracting the bug prior to
the race. An emergency call was made and temporary digs organised for a couple
of nights.
It
must have been a nightmare for Cara, Mumbles wife, as she was parked on the
side of the road in the dark and the middle of nowhere with a car full of vomit
and two bleating little rug rats. Even worse, I would say, when the truckie
with no teeth stopped to help!
Mumbles
and GMac were sent to save the day. Raija and I feverishly packed our
belongings – after waiting this long to race, every detail was being addressed
to make sure it actually happened.
Apart
from this very minor inconvenience, the lead up to the race went pretty much to
plan, aside from having to abandon one of our final training sessions due to
precipitation. I follow a rule that states: “don’t, under any circumstances,
ride your bike in the rain, especially when it is 2 days out from an Ironman
and you don’t really need to be out there anyway”. I hope this decision didn’t
contribute to my 9 minute deficit off the bike.
Generally
I don’t get too anxious in the lead up to a race, and despite not having raced
since August of 2006, this occasion was no different. I didn’t experience any sleepless
nights in the last fortnight at all.
Waking
on race morning is usually a different story though.
Even
one day out from the race the enormity of the task at hand can be somewhat
diluted. However, when you wake on race morning there is no escaping the reality
of the situation. I know at some point during the day I am going to be under
significant physical distress, and I am not looking forward to it.
I
was quietly determined on race morning. I had paid my money and was eager to
get some return for investment. The big carrot was early qualification for
Hawaii, which would mean a US campaign focussed on Half Ironmans. The other was
the hope of a decent prize cheque at the finish (This is, of course, relative.
As far as I am concerned, none of the prize cheques are decent for what you
have to put yourself through to earn them).
I
probably wasn’t expecting to win, that was going to be a huge task considering
I hadn’t raced for so long and I couldn’t use my altitude tent for this
preparation, but I was quietly considering a podium finish - not out of the
realms of possibility considering my training form.
I
completed the usual race morning procedure and walked to the water to have a
warm up. I entered the water east of the jetty to swim to the start line and as
I walked in the shallows I was certain a crab nipped me on the foot. Although
not really a conspiracy theorist myself, the thought did cross my mind that the
crab had been planted there for that exact purpose. Why they didn’t plant a
bigger specimen to really get the job done is beyond me.
As
the gun went off for the swim start there was the unavoidable argy bargy caused
by everyone swimming in different directions in search of the fastest
feet. As it turned out, the fastest feet
were too fast, and they swam off into the distance. We all had to be content
with the fastest group, and I was pretty happy to realise after 500m that I was
swimming comfortably within it.
I
wasn’t quite sure where I was after about 300m had been swum – I could’ve been
anywhere, but I was thinking the worst at that stage because I was in a large
amount of oxygen debt and what felt very much like floundering.
Two
hundred metres later, I had settled down, gauged the situation and realised I
was where I wanted to be.
I
have to say that I was very impressed with my new 2XU V-1 wetsuit. I wouldn’t
say it did the swim for me, but I am certain I was better equipped than those
that didn’t have the luxury of swimming in it.
On
the outward journey, I glanced up and saw Mumbles, Raija and Ratey following me
along the jetty and even had the hide to give them a wave – a bit rich you
would have to say after chastising Ratey for doing the same thing in the Busso
Half when the positions were reversed.
While
the swim out to the end of the jetty was relatively “easy”, the return journey
was a bit harder. I don’t know whether it was me getting tired, someone picking
up the pace, or my bad positioning in the pack on the way home. By the time we
reached the last buoy that designated the easterly turn towards the exit point,
I was experiencing high physiological stress and was ready to finish the swim
then and there. With such a small
distance to go, it was always going to be possible to dig deep to maintain
contact with the pack, but as I exited the water, I wasn’t smiling like our
mate PJ I can assure you.
A
comment was made after the race about the lack of spectators on the jetty
following the swim. The swim in Busselton is unique from a spectator
perspective and it amazes me that not more people take advantage of the
situation.
As
I started the cycle leg, I realised I was a lot longer from the tail of the
leading pack than I wanted to be so I set out to catch them as quickly as
possible. The chase to the lead pack set the precedent for much of the cycle
leg. The first two athletes I passed on my way to the lead pack jumped onto my
wheel and settled in a lot closer than the required 7 metres.
When
I did catch the lead group at about the 15 kilometre mark, I went straight past
and into the front position. I am not quite sure what I was thinking at this
juncture. Surely the sensible thing to do would have been to reach the tail end
of the group, take advantage of the generous stance of the officials on
drafting and save some energy - even more so, considering I had pushed a higher
wattage than I should have to catch the group.
Instead,
I did the exact opposite and went straight to the front and continued to push
15-30 watts higher than planned, in a vain attempt to blow the group away and
get some distance for myself. All I achieved was to give the numerous athletes behind
a relative rest for 40 kilometres and deplete the energy reserves I would need
for the remaining 125km of the cycle leg.
The
end of my tenure at the front of the group came at the 55 kilometre mark of the
first lap. I had just towed the group into the moderate headwind coming back into
town along the newly laid Layman road and decided that enough was enough and
sat up. Almost immediately the big South African attacked. A number of athletes
were able to follow, but I was under too much physiological stress at the time
and had limited reserves in the tank in order to respond. I tried to bridge the
gap, but I thought better of burning off any more reserves and resigned myself
to a lonely final 120k.
The
only other highlight for me during the cycle leg was when Mitch and Chris
McDonald came by at the 90km mark. After the previous debacle, I decided to
“play the game” and rotated the lead with Mitch for about 30 kilometres before
I really blew up. I then had 60km of purgatory left. It wasn’t pretty as
I dropped 9 minutes in that 60k alone. Not even my InfiniT electrolyte formula
could stop the bleeding – I was pretty happy I had it on board though, after
tasting the on course product prior to race day.
When
Mitch caught me he asked me why I didn’t just sit on. I think the reply went
something like: “because I am an idiot” - I am also a fair racer and believe in
reward for effort.
In
hindsight, after reading a recent triathlon magazine, I should have been asking
a couple of the lads for a fee for towing them on the first lap, because Mitch
would have caught them a lot sooner if I hadn’t.
When
I got off the bike, my lower back was so sore that I could hobble to the
transition tent at best. I was spent and really didn’t want to run. I had a
very relaxed transition as a result and emerged to start the run a very sore
and sorry sight indeed. Even the ranting of my younger brother could not
inspire me at this time. I knew I was in trouble and got to the 400m mark of
the run before I had to walk. My back was in spasm and I had to stop, there was
no way I could run in that condition.
Many
things go through your head at a time like this. Foremost was the desire to
quit – I’ll admit it. Then you start thinking about: how you will feel the next
day, how you will explain it to your friends, family, sponsors and the
acquaintances you have met through the sport, the hours and hours of arduous
training you have done to get to the start line, the fact that it is your first
race in 15 months and how you wanted to race for so long but couldn’t, the fact
that it is a long race and it starts on the run……
It
is those thoughts that provide the impetus to persevere and continue when
things are not quite going to plan.
After
some soul searching, stretching and walking, I was able to commence my run in
earnest. I knew my running was competent; it was just a matter of getting those
Brooks Racer ST’s rolling.
I
started the run in 7th position and by the 400m mark I was in 9th
after being passed by Stephen Bayliss and Craig McKenzie while nursing my back.
At the start of the third lap I had regained 7th position after
running down Stephen and passing Luke Dragstra on the back of an approximate
running pace of 4 minutes per kilometre. I felt great for the first two laps,
after pulling myself together, and a top 5 finish was still a distinct
possibility.
It
started to get a bit harder at the start of the third lap, but I was able to
maintain a steady pace until hitting a minor wall with 6 kilometres to run. At
this stage, I had Chris McDonald in my sights and passed him with 5k to run. He
wasn’t going like a winner, and I crept past him at an agonisingly slow rate –
it was like two pensioners with Zimmer frames crossing the road. I just hoped
he had nothing in the tank, because I was running on empty.
With
4k to run, I was given the info that 5th place was just up the road.
It didn’t seem like “just up the road” as it took about two kilometres to
finally sidle up alongside. My fifth place combatant was the German - Uwe
Widman. I was desperately hoping he was running on fumes too.
The
instant I inched past Uwe into 5th, Stephen Bayliss, bolted by and I
was relegated to 6th. I really thought that the next time I would
see Stephen after passing him earlier would be when I saw him cross the finish
line behind me. It was a gutsy effort on his behalf to run me down again and
finish 5th.
Uwe
was biding his time and cruising to the finish line at this point because he
had the juice to be able to follow Stephen and leave me in his wake too. I know
this because after the race on the presentation dais I said “I wasn’t expecting
you to go by me again after I passed you” and he replied with “I wasn’t
expecting you to catch me”.
With
the lads surging ahead of me with two kilometres to run, I had to be content
with a 7th place finish because I had nothing left. My legs were
stumps and my quads were protesting vehemently with every pathetically small
stride.
I
was disappointed at that instant because 5th looks a lot better than
7th but I was content also because I knew that I couldn’t have gone
any faster on the day.
As
far as my goals were concerned, neither was fulfilled. The Hawaii slots rolled
down to third and fourth place and my prize money cheque barely covered
expenses. However, not all was lost as it won’t hurt to have this race under
the belt in order to help fulfil my goals next time.
If
I had approached the race a little differently, there is no doubt the result could
have been better, but that would have been at the expense of my own sense of
fair play. The athletes that were able to save the most energy were in the best
position to win. If I had “sat in” I would have probably finished the cycle
within reach of a podium position, but that is not the way I chose to race on
the day.
It
is disappointing that, on a course like this, under certain circumstances there
can be limited reward for effort on the bike and, unfortunately, it is has the
potential to be the same each time. The next time I do this race I will be more
patient and tactically savvy on the bike – the rewards pie is small and I want
to make sure I get my fair share of it – doing the “right thing” doesn’t get
you anywhere.
I
must thank my generous sponsors for their support:
Mumbles
and Craig from SPORTS FEVER
Frank
and Andrew from POWERCRANKS
Kieran
from BIOSYMM
Greg
Mackenzie from PHARMACY 777
Ralph
and Nev from RYDERS Eyewear
Raj
and team from BROOKS
Rick,
Jamie and Aidan from 2XU
Michael
and Peter from INFINIT nutrition
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