Posted: 11/05/2015 at 16:52
T2 – 6.58
Racked my bike and headed for the change tent, changed shorts and shoes, and for once remembered to take my bike gloves off. Soaked my arm coolers with water and off I went.
Run – 2.33.20
Just outside transition was BluePete who gave me a big shout out. At this point it hit me just how hot it was out there (apparently 28-30C in the shade ) and that the run was going to be hard. Once again I had to do the stop-start thing with the garmin as it kept losing its marbles. Lap 1 of the 2.5 lap course was horrible. I felt so bloated and uncomfortable with a stomach full of undigested gels, I had to keep taking walk breaks (and not just the aid stations) - I was also contemplating the use of the tactical chunder to make me feel better. At the start of lap 2 BP asked how I was, “b*ggered mate” was the reply and he told me to try coke, which I thought might bounce. Tried the coke, which gave me energy and didn’t make me feel any worse, so on I went. All over the course there were people armed with water guns,hosepipes, sponges and buckets of water to keep you cool. My arm cooling sleeves came into their own as they kept me cool and stopped my skin burning. My PSOF race cap was a godsend too as I soaked that whenever I could. Past the exit to the finish time the second time round and I knew next time round it would be me turning right. On through the town, up the pier and round those sodding cones, round the timing point, back through town and pick up my second band as I head past transition for the last time. I give out “muchos muchos gracias” to the fantastic aid station volunteers as I go. After an eternity I’m heading back up the beach path for the last time, there’s a woman about 5 yard ahead of me and I’m thinking ‘you’re not spoiling my finish photo love’ so I steam past her as we turn right onto the finish chute. Arms aloft I milk the finish line and pose for a photo with my race bling.
I still have no idea of my time at this point, in my head its close to 8 hours as I feel like I’ve had a really bad day at the office. I stand under the shower then grab my clothes bag, go find some water, get my finisher t-shirt and find somewhere to sit down. I turn on my phone to find a text from Mr Frag saying well done – I then phone him to ask my time, as he’s been following me on the tracker.
7.32.46, which is at least 20 mins better than I thought.
I was initially very disappointed with my time, I know I’m not a gifted athlete and get where I am through sheer bloody mindedness rather than talent, but I do try my best. If it were not for the nutrition cock-up, I think I would have been about half an hour faster, which is what I was aiming for.
In some of my darker moments on the bike I was having serious self doubt, especially about doing the full here in September, and getting through the bike cut-off. I’m going to let the dust settle a bit and have a long hard think about it.
A big thank-you to DaylightR, Little Clown , The Engineer and Mr & Mrs Blue Pete for great company out there in Mallorca PSOF rocks