Earlier this morning, I completed my very first olympic distance triathlon in Mooloolaba. I woke up feeling cold, crappy and miserable and was basically not very motivated to make it to the start line. To make matters worse, it was announced the afternoon before that it would be a non-wetsuit swim. All I had wanted to do was to curl back up in bed and go to sleep.
The one saving grace was at least, it was not raining and we were not going to be wet and miserable (as well).
While driving to the event venue, the temperature outdoors was 17 degrees – as I said, it was friggin’ cold. Too cold for a swim anyway. After having found a spot for our vehicle, we proceeded to the transition area to setup transition. I carefully arranged all my bike and run gear on the bright, green towel I had brought with me. Once satisfied with how it looked, I got out of the transition area and we made our way to the swim start, which was a kilometer away.
I had decided not to carry any bike spares on my bike for the bike leg, bar a can of “Pit Stop” taped to the downtube. If I had one flat, I would just use the “Pit Stop”. If I had two flats on the ride, I would then be dead. Of course, I prayed there would be no mishaps at all throughout the 40k ride. It was a gamble I took, considering both my tires were in fairly new condition.
The day was panning out to be quite a hot one as we joined the mass of people making their way to the swim start, walking along the beach. It almost looked like an exodus; only Moses was nowhere to be seen. Some people were already warming up in the water but I was reluctant. I was sure I would be freezing afterwards while waiting for my wave to start.
Nevertheless, I had to get into the water to prevent getting a panic attack later on. Reluctantly I toed the water and was surprised it was much warmer than expected. I started moving deeper and just then, a wave came up and splashed onto me. Oh what the heck, I am already wet so I dipped my head into the water.
I waited at the sides along with everyone else, shivering and teeth chattering, for our swim waves to start. Once called, we assembled and was briefed about the change in the swim course. Minutes later, the horn went and everyone raced into the water. As usual, I kept to the back as I am not a fast swimmer.
The last 100m or so of the swim towards the finish was hard work. There was a current that kept dragging us backwards and it was cruel since we were nearing the end. I struggled for abit and was glad when my feet could finally touch the sand. I got out of the water and started jogging the 70m or so into transition.
Got into transition, put sunnies on then helmet. Grabbed the small towel to towel myself alittle, then sat down to put shoes on and finally the bib. Grabbed my bike and jogged to the bike exit with care. Don’t want to slip and fall infront of the crowd. Mounted on the line and off I went. The bike was a one lap, out and back course.
First few kms were all about trying to bring the heartrate down to a steady level and settling down on the bike for the ride ahead. This was not so easy as the course quickly leads us up Buderim Road and up the first undulation. Found myself switching to the smallest gear and my heartrate skyrocketing. This was followed by afew more undulations before heading out onto the motorway.
After this, I managed to settle down on the bike with no further dramas. I saw packs of riders drafting off each other on what I had understood to be a non-drafting course. Funny that. I had one gel in the last 10k of the bike and rode back into transition to swap my cycling gear for running gear.
Again, the first few km of the run were about finding the right rhythm and pace. My heartrate was very erratic and I felt it. Slowed down to a more comfortable pace in a bid to allow my heart to catchup. After the first turnaround, I felt strong and picked up pace. Quite enjoyed the undulating run course and was still feeling strong at the second turnaround but I had a gel anyway.
At the last turnaround, I knew I was now heading for the finish with less than 5km to go. Pushed abit more and ran up the little undulation and down the other side, heading for the finish line. Passed afew people on this last stretch and finally crossed the finish. Had some refreshments and water-melons at the recovery area before heading to transition to collect my bike and all my other gear.
We left for home soon after, without participating in the rest of the fanfare.