Cotswold 51.5 (olympic triathlon) a very rainy race!
Finish time: 02:44:53
Overall position: 106 / 162 (last year 132/160)
Gender pos: 20/51
Cat: 17/28 (LY 14/17) (20% improvement on position YOY)
I knocked 2 minutes off my swim time and 2 minutes off my run time in those two fairly like-for-like parts of the the race. Unfortunately the weather made for slower race conditions on the bike this year and my bike split was almost 3 minutes longer! I did far better in the overall rankings this time though. Very glad to see that there were 15 more women competing this year.I had a dream that I took fifteen minutes off my time from last year’s race. (I know, I have wildly exciting dreams.) ALAS! I took just under 2 minutes off my time. By that same note however hopefully this means that I also won’t accidentally leave my bike in a cafe 2 weeks before the big day…
It always feels rather dramatic, being hoisted from the weeds by helping hands. Up the ramp I ran, unzipping my wetsuit as I went, headed into T1 where I saw fellow Ironman to be and co-SRC buddy, Mark Ducker, who I thought would be long gone…
T1 – 01:55 Turns out Mark had spent 5 minutes in T1 blow drying his hair and boiling eggs, and with glee I shouted ‘Ducker!’ I had to try to complete this joyful moment by beating him out of T1 and onto the bike, and so I slipped my cold wet weed-ridden feet into my bike shoes whispering come-on come-on come-on to myself, grabbed some sustenance which I slipped into the pockets in my tri suit, grabbed my gloves and ran towards the mount line with my bike.
At the mount line I put my gloves on, just as Ducker sailed past saying ‘your race number is inside out.’ And with that, whoosh! He was long gone, averaging 21.9mph on the bike to my 18.3mph which I was jolly pleased with.
At precisely 10 miles I sat up and looked around me which immediately brightened my ride. It was like I had emerged from a cocoon in the drops, a little world of road staring, rain grimacing, and finding my legs by playing big cog little cog after the swim. Legs were warmer now; I had finished my ’90 Circles’. There was some brightness in the surrounding fields, some tweeting of birds, and in that 10 mile moment where I stretched out, I breathed into my belly and remembered why I was here (aside from getting a PB). At this moment I also saw a freshly squashed squirrel to add to the squashed hedgehog I had seen that morning, this sad little sight reminded me to feel lucky to be alive enjoying the rainy Cotswold race.
Still, I made it out in under 2 mins and before I knew it I was running. I had a strange notion that just 2 mins prior I had been riding a bike?
I don’t get the ‘jelly legs’ that people talk about in triathlon, but my body had some distinct strange feeling that it was still riding a bike whilst I was out there running around 2 lakes.
|F Winner and overall 2nd place Nicole Walters|