Posted: 28/09/2016 at 22:46
Great reports - here's mine, not as epic as yours:
Just as a bit of preamble, this was my first IM for a while, Wales 2012 in fact, before heart issues that meant (understandably I guess) a great deal of persuasion was needed at home before going long was going to happen. Eventually, banging on about the IM every time we were in Mallorca did the trick – I’ve fancied it ever since the IM started a couple of years back. Even so, when I left for the airport my instructions were clear: “Do not die”. That wasn’t very likely, but it does focus the mind a bit! The plan wasn’t to smash out a super-quick time or anything, apart from anything else I haven’t really trained enough for that – just enjoy racing IM again without falling to pieces.
I’d been moved from the Eix that I’d booked to the Piscis next door. It appeared to be full of triathletes and elderly couples chain-smoking themselves into oblivion. As it turned out, a few were in both camps. Turned out to be close enough to both Pirate Central and the race site – registration, racking and laughing at the IM-branded tat on offer were all within walking distance.
The race briefing was, thoughtfully, at the hottest part of the day, on the beach, with not a lot of shade. Scorchio – the biggest worry was going to be coping with the heat during the race, and it came as no surprise when they said it would be a non-wetsuit swim, which was fine – nobody seemed worried about that, same for everyone, right?
That was that, of course, until race morning, when the announcement came at 6am that it had ‘miraculously’ cooled several degrees overnight and that wetsuits were optional. Cue those of us who’d got down to transition early to rush back to hotels to collect wetsuits, while those who’d slept in sauntered smugly down to the start, neoprene over their shoulder.
And so it came that we were assembled on a dark beach for the start. A rolling start into a flat sea meant the swim was uneventful, really, apart from the fact that I still can’t swim in a straight line, veering off to the right at every opportunity. It’s two out-and-back legs with a turnround on the beach between them, the first opportunity for seren to add to her collection of photos of spaces where a pirate had been moments before.
The second leg was equally uneventful, apart from realising that actually it was probably a bit warm for a wetsuit. As it turned out, that was probably the hottest I got all day. But it was over, the least likeable part of any triathlon (in my own opinion, obviously!). Hollywood seemed to enjoy finishing it even more than I did, showboating outrageously on his way to transition. 1:17 in the end, which I was happy with – I put myself in the 1:10 – 1:20 pen at the start, so at least I managed to justify that!