Stort 30 – Race Report

Bringing ultrarunning to the Harriers 

Having decided to add an ultra distance to the Bedford Harriers club championship races, we’d settled on the Stort 30 as our inaugural event for 2016. A reasonably local, flat, easy to navigate course, at 30 miles it was perfect for first timers looking to step up from the marathon distance. Having pushed for an ultra to be added I’d also felt I should take ownership of publicising it and encouraging people who wanted to train for a new distance. So one of the unexpected outcomes was stepping up to be a group leader within the club, something I’m still pretty new at, but hoping to enjoy!

The day arrives

After a summer of weekend training sessions – some with others, quite a few of the longer ones on my own – the day arrived and off I went to join the handful of Harriers who had entered the event. This isn’t my first ultra, and having done races of up to 100km before I know how nice it is to have people to run with, as it becomes tough and lonely out there. Sadly though, one of the club members that I’d done most of my training with, George, had picked up a chest infection and so had been forced to pull out, but I still had a couple of Harriers I’d trained with to team up with on the day.

One of those fellow training buddies – Juliet (Ironman/woman extraordinaire) – shared a car with me on the way over and it was nice to have someone to prep with. We’d not discussed it lots beforehand, but having trained quite a lot together I thought it would be nice to run as a pair for a while. Juliet is a bit faster than me normally, but she said as it was her first ultra she wanted to take it steady and make sure she had the energy to get round. Perfect I thought, if Juliet wants to run a steady place, that should suit me too.

We got to the race HQ about 45 mins before the race and caught up with the other Harriers there. It was good to chat a bit beforehand and take your mind off the race, although to be honest, I wasn’t particularly nervous. I figured that I had done the training and I’d completed more than double the distance before, so I just wanted to enjoy it and hopefully do it in under five hours. I’ll let you know how I got on with those two goals later…

Off we go

After the race briefing and a quick group photo (see above), we were all on the start line, chatting about our race plans for the day. In fact Juliet and I were chatting so much the race started before we noticed! Off we went and settled into a routine pretty quickly. Juliet wasn’t looking at pace and distance, wanting to just complete her first ultra and hopefully (given it was a club championship) get first female Harrier home. So we agreed I’d keep an eye on pace for us to make sure we were on track for our target of around five hours, as well as ensure we didn’t go too fast and burn out. We settled into a good pace, a little faster than the 10 minutes per mile we needed for five hours, averaging nine to nine and a half minutes per mile. But it felt good and the miles were ticking off.

The course is really easy to follow, as you are literally just running along the Stort Navigation for 15 miles before you turn round and come back. They give you course directions but I never even took mine out of my backpack! I always wear a backpack on my longer, off-road events. It means I can take my hydration pack and not have to rely on anyone else for food and nutrition. There were checkpoints with snacks and drinks at every five miles on this course, but I know I didn’t have to stop if I didn’t want to as I was carrying two litres of energy drink and some gels / bars in my pack.

Checkpoint one: passed in a blur…

The first checkpoint came really quickly as we were chatting a lot and had picked up a couple of guys that were running the same pace as us. We decided not to stop at checkpoint one because we all felt fine and it was about 20 meters to the left, off the racing line, which would have slowed us down in going there and back..

The only thing of note that happened in the next five miles was that we picked up a man and a woman who overtook us and then settled in a few feet in front of us. I really wish they had carried on past us as the guy was so annoying! He just wouldn’t shut up and had the most frustratingly loud voice. He also seemed to like to use the phrase “it’s just my opinion” quite a lot as he covered topics such as the future of the NHS and obesity. He also kept going on about how he was going to crack his 3:30 barrier for his next marathon, which in hindsight may have been a clue that I was running a bit too fast. 3:30 is well outside my running capability, having only gone under four hours once by three mins!

Anyway Opinion Man and his friend eventually, after checkpoint two (10 miles – also avoided as still feeling good), started to pull away from us. Hopefully nothing to do with me muttering “oh shut up” audibly a couple of times!

It was around 11.5 miles in that I said to Juliet that we should probably see the front runners come through soon – we were keeping an eye out for Ian from the Harriers, who we hoped could maybe even win the event today, given his recent ultra results. And funnily enough literally seconds after I said that, the front runner appeared! Sadly it wasn’t Ian, but still very spooky. We cheered the lead runner past us, who looked as fresh as a daisy, bounding along. Ian wasn’t far behind, he was lying in third. Juliet and I cheered and clapped him, not noticing until he sped past us that he was going for the high five – sorry Ian!

At around 13 miles in I started to notice that I was consistently a few paces behind Juliet, who I’d had to keep telling “slow down, we are doing 8.5 minute miling” for the past couple of miles. But I was also really enjoying this section of the run as the runners ahead of us were returning in the opposite direction, and we were all shouting out a mutual “well done” as we went past. I was also (having now got the hang of it) giving the other Harriers a high five on the way past, which was a nice social element to the run.

Raves and reality…

About half a mile from the turnaround we could hear loud music and I thought that must be a little party they had for us! But actually it became clear that the music wasn’t from the half-way checkpoint as we still couldn’t see it, and it was also a bit hardcore. Then I noticed that in the small forest next to us there were a lot of random people with bottles of booze in their hands, some strange clothing and more than one set of dreadlocks. We were obviously going past a rave that was still going from Saturday night – and it was after 1100am on a Sunday! There were some houses not that far away, and with a very noisy go-kart track the other side of the water, I thought – what a great place to live!

Well about a quarter of a mile later we arrived at the checkpoint / turnaround point. I was about 20 seconds behind Juliet at this point and we stopped together to refuel with crisps, flapjacks and coke. I looked at my watch – 2hrs 16min – well within our five hour target at half way.

We stayed there for a couple of mins and saw fellow Harriers Simon and Kirsty coming in behind us. A quick hi, and we left them there, settling off on the way back.

I must admit at this point I thought things were going really well. I felt OK, a little weary, but then I’d done 15 miles at an average of just over nine minutes per mile. If I’d been doing a half marathon that pace would be a bit slow for me, but for the longer 30 mile course this was well under my more realistic 10 minutes per mile target. In fact, this disconnect became evident within a couple of mins of running out of checkpoint three with Juliet. I told her to crack on without me as I realised I needed to slow the pace down a bit or risk falling off a cliff and she was running strong. So, with a quick “good luck” off she went.

Adjusting my strategy

I slowed down my pace a little but still felt good at around 9.5 minutes per mile. I actually hooked up for a while with a guy who had run loads of ultra events and we had a bit of a chat about mutual races we’d done. But again I soon realised I was running just that bit too fast and I dropped off from him, letting him go ahead. The next few miles were relatively quiet, the only thing going through my mind being that as it was a club championship it would be nice not to lose any more places to Harriers, so I wanted to keep Simon and Kirsty behind me if possible. I looked back every few mins but couldn’t see them, so I just assumed they were running a similar pace to me and we’d all meet up at the end.

The only point of frustration came from a runner I was following who was wearing fluorescent orange camo tights. She was on a run-walk strategy, so I’d just about catch up to within a few feet of her when she was walking and then she’d start running again! She was clearly a faster runner than me so she’d run off ahead, which was a bit demoralising. After about 20 mins of yo-yo running I managed to pass her as she caught her breath at a bridge. I was pleased because for some unfathomable reason my rapidly tiring mind was finding this to-ing and fro-ing really off-putting. My relief was short lived of course as any fool could work out she’d run past me once she started again! And run past me she did, right up to the checkpoint at 20 miles.

I stopped here too as by now I knew I was staring to tire and probably needed to take on some food and more coke (a really great energy drink when flat). The only problem was, I hadn’t been there 30 seconds when Simon and Kirsty ran in looking pretty fresh still. Where had they come from?! I had been looking back and had not seen them, so to have come on me so quickly they must be running at a faster pace. Knowing I was slowing, I actually felt a bit disheartened by this. I’d nothing against them personally – they are both lovely people – but I’d set my heart on not losing any more places to Harriers and to try and show up well on the club champs results.

The wheels start to wobble, but just about stay on

In hindsight I can see now that the pace for the first 15 miles, and what I realise was a very poor food / hydration strategy were playing havoc with my brain as I became quite demoralised – way beyond what was proportionate. Seriously, it was just a couple of people who were running well, but to me it symbolised that today was starting to become out of my reach. I had 10 miles left to run, I was increasingly bored of the same riverbank terrain and I was a bit lonely from no company. But I am pretty stubborn when it comes to running so I didn’t give up yet and cracked on – even though I could see Simon and Kirsty bound off into the distance.

The effect on my pace was immediate. Psychologically I slowed down, and physically I did too. My times for the next four five miles were 10:18, 10:24, 11.19, 11.52 and 12:02. My body and mind were struggling and boy did I know it. My quads were on fire now, every step was painful, and I was having to mentally fight the desire to walk. I hate walking unless I have to – in hilly events this is often a good strategy (walk the climbs to save energy), but this was pan-flat. I had to run this whole event or in my head I had failed. I kept saying to myself – I have run way more than twice this distance before, what is wrong with me?!

Eventually I gave in. I allowed myself a stretch of run-walk and did a couple of rounds of run for four mins, walk for one. Then as I came up to checkpoint four (25 miles) I upped that to nine mins run, one min walk because I actually felt a bit better after the relative rest of the previous walking. I made it to the final checkpoint, and took on more food (well actually a few hula hoops and nuts – my stomach was rebelling and telling me it couldn’t take any more).

The final fight

Right: five miles left, four hours 10 mins gone. I could do this I said, I could still do under five hours, I just had to keep a steady pace and not walk. However, I am not sure what my brain was thinking as to achieve the final five miles in 50 mins I would have to run 10 minutes a mile with no stopping whatsoever – something I had not done since mile 19. The chances of me speeding back up were none existent, but it took me another mile or so to realise this.

Eventually though, reality kicked in and I realised my target of under five hours was gone. I had run the first half in just over two and a quarter hours and you would have thought an extra half an hour for the second half would have been enough, but not when you’d gone out too fast and you’d not been eating and drinking right. Schoolboy error really.

So I slogged on. I passed a few folks walking, but I’d decided that I would keep going until I absolutely had to walk again. I wanted to finish this last five miles running if at all possible – whatever pace I ended up at. And run it I did, as I came back into the last mile in Bishop’s Stortford, off the canal and onto the roads I did contemplate walking for a while as it was all uphill to race HQ, but I actually managed to dig in and get back to the field where we had started over five hours earlier.

Oh but at this point can I make a plea to all you race directors out there? CAN YOU STOP MAKING US RUN ROUND A BLOODY FIELD AT THE END OF RACES?!?! I know you often need to make up the last few feet / yards to get the distance spot on, but believe me, coming into a field with the finish line just to your left and then being sent RIGHT around the field is soul destroying. Are you taking some perverse pleasure in this????

Rant over. 😉

In the final analysis

I came across the line in 05:10:54, which is only just over 10 mins a mile on average. If I’d done my own pace from the beginning I’d probably have hit my target. But in reality it is still a great time for an amateur, and I am proud of having completed the 30 miles. I was a bit grumpy with myself and my performance at the time, but I was quickly buoyed up by the great results for the Harriers overall. We had quite a few people who came in the top three for their age group – an important result as it was the UK Trail Running Middle Distance championship. Of particular note were – Ian who came in third overall, and Juliet who not only was the first female Harrier home, but was third in her age group overall. Well done everyone!

MOST importantly, every Harrier that started the race finished it. For many it was their first ultra distance, and that is hugely impressive.

Overall, it was a great event, well organised and a good day out. Personally the course wasn’t for me (I prefer hills and proper off-road terrain), and I had a bad day at the office, having gone off too fast. I had also (I discovered afterwards) only drank half a litre of my two litre reservoir – no idea why.

But it was a success for our first club ultra championship. Just need to work out an event for next year now!

Dunstable Downs Challenge – Race Report

This is a race I have done a few times before and I always remember it fondly. However, I clearly had forgotten how hard it was in the three or four years since I last did it!

The idea of doing the Dunstable Downs Challenge was to have an event to enter in the run up to the Bedford Harriers club championship ultrarun in October – the Stort 30. At Dunstable, they do a half marathon, 20-mile and full marathon route, and the 20-miler was perfect for those of us in training for Stort in eight weeks’ time.

Getting ourselves sorted

We’ve had a small weekend training group going now since July, and three of us (me, Juliet, George) had signed up to the 20 mile, with Noel doing the full 26.2 (but then he knocks off a marathon in his sleep!) Juliet and I car shared and because of that got there much earlier than I would on my own. But it was nice to have the time to get ready without hurrying, and use the toilets about six times!

Over the years the HQ for the race has improved as the facilities at Dunstable Town FC have been significantly invested in. The volunteers as ever at this event were fantastic, they don’t need good facilities to still be welcoming, friendly and extremely helpful. Slowly, runners doing the different distances from Bedford Harriers started to arrive and we got ourselves sorted out, heading off to the start.

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The event is technically “self-navigated”, with a set of detailed instructions telling you how to get round, and a few marshals at some key checkpoints (making sure no-one got lost on the course…more on that later). So, George, Juliet and I decided to run together and get each other round. We are training buddies for the Stort 30 and this was not a race for us, we figured that we could work as a team. George and Juliet had the instructions printed off, and I had mine easily accessible, however as I had done the race before I decided I wouldn’t need to rely on it too heavily. Hmmm.

Stretching the legs

The first few miles were the usual, uneventful settling-in period. The fast ones went off, the slow ones peeled back, and there were a few of us in the middle! Miles 1-3 were right across the Downs; beautiful, breath-taking views across the Buckinghamshire countryside, before we turned away to navigate ourselves around Whipsnade zoo.


We carried on for another couple of miles, skirting the zoo, but no sign of wildlife today – sensible things probably still in bed. We settled into a routine, swapping out at the front, and feeling pretty good, despite the undulating terrain. We’ve done a lot of off-road training for the Stort 30 so the hills were in our legs.

A group forms

About five miles in we decided to pull over in the woods to take on some gels and I was most amused to see that a group of about eight people had been following us and pulled across thinking we were leading the way on the route! I had to tell them to crack on, as we were stopping for a few moments, but one of them said he wanted to stick with us, so three became four and we gained a second Mark.

After a couple more miles and a fly down a lovely hill we came across the first checkpoint. Our running numbers confirmed to the marshals, flapjacks / malt loaf consumed and a bit of water downed, we ploughed on. Straight up the other side of the valley and hitting an incline as cruel as the downhill had been kind! Having used my considerable weight advantage to fly away from Juliet downhill, she was soon well ahead of George and I, gambolling up there like a gazelle!

The next mile or so didn’t bring much in the way of notable activity, save to say it was still a beautiful mix of farmland and forest as we explored the countryside – up, down, up, down… We also picked up another lady dressed in bright patterns, who seemed to be sat in behind us, so we sort of became a group of five.

Digging in and digging out

Then came miles 8-9. We’d been warned on social media that this would be tough as the fields had been ploughed recently, but actually they were not too wet, so they were nowhere near as bad as they could have been. They were however fairly relentless, but on the face of it George, Juliet and I managed them quite well. We could see a large group that we were gaining on ahead and I focused on them. I also noticed that the elastic had broken a bit on Mark 2 / Other Lady behind us. I may have said something a little cocky at this point about people not having the off-road training in their legs that we did, but let’s just say I was paid back for that one.

Anyway we made it across the fields and hit the next checkpoint just before mile 10. We stopped here briefly to remove stones from shoes, which was long enough for Other Mark and Patterned Lady behind us to catch up. Then we climbed up what in cycling I think is called a “false flat” – a good mile of slow, winding uphill trail that started to suck the strength out of the legs. I was leading at this point, as the one who knew the course it was just easier.

The wheels wobble

However by the time we reached the next checkpoint (just after 11 miles as the terrain between 10-11 had been boggy so I presume they were making sure people made it through safely) I was flagging. I noticed I was a bit weary and needed a caffeine gel. Handily the checkpoint had water, etc. so we stopped there. At this point Marky Mark and the patterned bunch carried on saying they’d see us at the top. “The top” was a bloody awful hill going up across more ploughed ground; I was struggling here. But, I knew that stamina comes and goes on long runs so I dug in and walked up the hill, meeting Juliet and George at the top.

By this point the course had barely stopped rising and falling for miles, and I just hoped it would even enough for me to recover and for the gel to kick in. Luckily for once my wish was granted and the next mile or so was fairly flat. We settled into a bit of a routine at this point as Juliet was clearly stronger than George and I. She would slowly pull away from us, with George falling off the back of me so we were strung out as a three for quite a while, regrouping when we came to style / gate.

Finding ourselves

Then at mile 13 things went a bit askew. Having kept up with Mark/Lady and the larger group ahead of them for about 5 miles we couldn’t see them and we had to stop for a few mins to work out where the course went. I didn’t recognise this bit and suspected that the course may have changed a little since I last ran it. But we found the marker we were looking for and carried on into a wooded lane. After about another half a mile we turned into another field, where I had seen the people in front of us running up to our left from the lane; they seemed to double back up the hilly field.

But as we came into the field we couldn’t see anyone and the direction I thought we needed to go in just didn’t feel right. When we hit another field with no markers at the entrance (very unusual), we realised we must have made a mistake. By carefully retracing our steps and the written instructions we found where we had gone wrong, but by this point had easily added a mile on and had lost sight of anyone in front. Obviously that didn’t matter as this was a training run, but my inner competitor didn’t like that!

Back on track we settled into our extended line: Juliet-me-George. At one point Juliet got a stone in her shoe and I carried on knowing full well she would catch us up. Funnily enough though the first person past us was the person in the lead of the marathon! We had joined back onto their course and he was way ahead of the field. In fact I later found out he finished 35 mins ahead of the second runner!

Anyway, I was looking back and no Juliet. So I stopped and after a minute or so George arrived. He said she had her sock off when he went past, so we stopped and waited. After about five mins and she joined us – she said it wasn’t a stone but her toenail had gone through her sock and was rubbing – not good. But she’d managed to wrap her sock in a way that it had stopped the rubbing. We carried on.


More strung-out line running ensued as we all dug into our energy reserves – this was tough, tough, tough. At one point, about mile 16 we were running across a big field, very exposed to the wind. I had bad memories of this field from two previous events – one where I fell over a root and gashed my face / smashed my sunglasses, and another where it was freshly ploughed and wet. Today it was dry, but the wind was unforgiving; and I blew up. As I reached the end I stopped, walked and let George catch me, saying I needed to walk and he could go on. He thanked me though as he was close to stopping himself and wanted someone to walk with! We couldn’t get Juliet’s attention as she went off into a wooded area, but we knew she’d notice soon.

After a while we caught her; she was sorting out her shoe again, which was still hurting. We all walked to the last checkpoint and took on water / food.

Miles 16-18 passed in relative silence as we all just were running on fumes. We agreed that our traditional “tough” annual event – The Grizzly – was harder than this, but in some respects the extreme hilliness of that course at least allowed / made you walk a lot more. This was just unrelenting undulation that you could just about run for most of it. Pain.


After another wrong turn (my fault, I knew this part of the course and missed the marker) we hit the downs again. Not far to go! A couple of miles! In fact I got my second wind here and started to feel good, just at the time poor George was suffering with cramp. We carried on together as planned, but got strung out a bit in the last mile. At this point we knew we’d all finish so we just dug deep and got ourselves through it. About a mile from the end Juliet stopped again with her toe, and I shouted that I would see her when she caught me up, as we were going downhill at this point and I couldn’t stop!

I carried on and looked back a couple of times. I could see some people had caught us up and small group was behind me, with yellow t-shirts of the Harriers in there. I didn’t have my glasses on and the figures were blurry, but I could see they were there so I carried on, assuming I’d see them at the finish.

The last half a mile was a bit twisty though Dunstable, back to the football ground, and there were not enough markers, but I remembered the way out so followed my nose!

Finally I came into the field next to the football ground, full of kids playing a footie tournament. I went round the edge and crossed the line. 38 out of 58, 3:52 for a very hilly course and 21.7 miles on my Garmin!

Search and rescue

I got my medal and waited for George and Juliet. And waited, and waited. Hmmm…

George then came into the field and across the line – er where is Juliet? George said he’d passed her at the same place I had, still sorting her toe out and assumed she was just behind him. So we waited and waited and more people came through. Uh-oh. George and I started to hobble (the legs had gone) back out onto the course to find her. But there was just no sign of her and we were in no fit state to go running around looking for her. So finally we went back to the HQ and reported her as missing. I was feeling terrible at this point. So much guilt as we said we would start and finish together and I felt like I really should have stopped and waited for her, rather than assume she would catch me up. Not only that, Juliet had been so much stronger and at the front of our group for the last eight miles and she had never once ran off and left us. Bad men.

Finally, Juliet appeared with some of the marshals who had found her. She hadn’t been far behind, but took a wrong turn at the end of the course and had got very confused. In fact one of the other Harriers (Mark Tinkler) had done the same thing earlier on and had done an extra four miles! Maybe something for the organisers to tighten up on next year as the last few hundred yards are quite technical and your brain is a bit too fried by then to be doing the navigation work!

But, all in all, a great day. Juliet still had a big smile on her face and we know that we are going to fly round the pretty flat Stort 30 after this one!

Summing up

If you are a fan of off-road running, with stunning views and want a real challenge – this is the one for you. A great event, well organised (in the main – a few missing markers aside), and one of the friendliest local groups you can find. They even went and got my bag for me at the end and brought it to me instead of me having to go searching in the baggage area!

So, injuries aside, and hoping I don’t do anything silly like try and race the Great Eastern half marathon like a loon when I do it in a couple of weeks, it’s looking good for the Stort 30 in October.

St Neots Olympic distance triathlon – race report

Getting there

I wasn’t sure about taking my place up on this event as I was laid up with an Achilles problem for most of the first three months of this year (off the back of a lackadaisical pre-Christmas training regime). With an expanded waistline and a general lack of fitness I’ve only been starting to train again since late March, and I had already decided to pull out of the Grafman half iron distance later this month. I only noticed about three weeks ago I had booked this in (having forgotten since I signed up in the autumn), and my initial thinking was I would just have to forgo the entry fee for this one too.

But with a couple of morale-boosting sessions in the last 10 days (54 mins for a 10k and a 1km swim in the lake a few days ago), I decided to just turn up and enjoy it. I may be some way off my best, especially running-wise, but with the new confidence I wouldn’t drown in the swim I thought I’d give it a go.

The event had been moved from being a river swim in St Neots to a lake swim at Grafham Water a couple of weeks ago, due to a water-logged event field at the original venue. This was also a bit of a boost as I have not swum in a river yet, but am used to lakes / reservoirs.

On the day

Being an event close to home it only took me 25 mins to drive to the venue and I was soon making my way to transition to load up my bike and set out my kit. I kept an eye out for the only other Bedford Harrier competing today, George, but I failed to see him amongst the more than 600 competitors. Transition was an easy set-up, with named / numbered racking positions for our bikes (not like the London Triathlon where it was a bun fight). I sorted myself out, got in my wetsuit and made my way to race briefing.

The briefing was efficient, with enough information to ensure you knew what you were doing, but not so much that you forgot it all. The slight wobble was when the British Triathlon technical official told us it would be the full 1500m swim, even though the temperature was only just warm enough to allow it without shortening the route. The minimum temperature for a 1500m swim is 12.5 degrees so it was going to be a cold one. As it was my Garmin tells me it was 10 degrees out there, which is below the minimum for swimming at all, but I’ll take the official’s word for it 🙂

The swim

Anyway, once the briefing was over, we were pretty swiftly in the water, which was as flat as a mill-pond. I was in the second wave, the 35-49 male age group, and they were sending us off in 5 minute intervals. The water was bloody Baltic, but I had time to acclimatise by letting water into my suit and immersing my face a number of times. (I also warmed myself up a bit but I won’t dwell on that).

Once the klaxon went I concentrated on just getting into a rhythm, I know from experience now that I tend to struggle with my breathing at the start, basically over-thinking it. But I didn’t struggle too much and starting at the back I was out of the main turbulence. I soon found myself making my way past a lot of breast-strokers and slower competitors and was getting into it. My main problem is always sighting. The buoys are big but I still struggle to make them out as I am short-sighted and I don’t wear prescription goggles. The added problem was that we were all wearing red caps in our wave and the buoys were red as well – as Father Ted might say, these swimming caps are very small, but the red buoys are far away…

Once I managed to make out the first buoy I did realise I had been a bit wonky on the run-in, but hoped I hadn’t added too much onto the distance. Round the first buoy I really was in my stride, although the next wave was already on us and so we started to have the faster swimmers go past us. At one point I think a boat must have gone past as we had quite a few waves, but I just remembered Weymouth and laughed it off!

Round the second buoy and the longest stretch ahead, meaning more guesswork on where the buoy was. Looking at my Garmin map afterwards I seemed to do OK on this leg, but we also had the final wave on us, again the faster ones swimming past and into us.

The final buoy came and I was feeling pretty happy with my swim, but this is where I had a bit of a problem. The sighting was the gantry at the edge of the water – blue, with the sponsor logo on it. However, as there was a backdrop  of trees I could not for the life of me make it out. But I remembered there being some big red flags at the exit area and I could make out two of them so I sighted on them. I carried on, but found the faster swimmers really started to swim right over me. I was a bit confused – why was this happening so frequently? I was really put off my stroke as I couldn’t get into a rhythm and kept having to look up to adjust my direction to head for those flags. After about five mins however I realised that the faster swimmers had not been swimming over me – rather I had been swimming under them! As I was nearer the shore I could now see the gantry over the exit and it was clearly about 20 metres to the left of the flags I was heading for! Basically I was swimming across the competitors at about 45 degree angle! Bloody eejit.

Once I adjusted myself and headed in I found I wasn’t getting anywhere near as much over-swimming going on. I even remember that as I came out of the water I felt a little disappointed to have to stop swimming as I was enjoying it!

Well, I actually swam 1700 meters, not 1500, because of my wonky sighting, so I was quite pleased with 37:31.

Transition 1

I am determined to get faster at my transitions so I made a concerted effort to make this as simple as possible. I had proper road cleats now on my bike (last year I had been using MTB ones), so I could attach my shoes directly to the pedals and put my feet in them when I got on the bike. I had also bought some tri-specific shoes so they had no fastenings to fiddle with, just one big velcro strap. I also decided to not put socks on for the bike, so I didn’t have to worry about wet feet.

It all went OK, apart from the fact that I had weirdly decided to put gloves on and I forgot, so as I was running out of transition I realised I still had them in my hand. I had to stop to try to get them on, but they were so fiddly I gave up and shoved them in my top-tube bag. I was fine without them – lesson for the future.

2:16 in T1, not great, but I am getting faster!

The bike

The bike didn’t start great – I got in my shoes OK, using the elastic band method to hold them on (although one was a bit long and I had to grab it to snap it off, rather than the rotation doing it for me). But as it was quite a flat start we were all quickly going up the gears and I could not get the front derailleur to shift me to the big ring. I was cursing and yanking on the shifter but it just would not go. I recently got a new chainset, chain and cranks, so I was annoyed this had happened. One for the shop to fix for me I think. I decided I’d have to just use a fast cadence for the race, but then I gave it one last go and up it went. I then thought I’d try to stay in the big ring for as long as I could, but there was a lovely steep incline at 4 miles in and I had to drop down. Bum.

Luckily, when I got back on the flat the front shifted straight away into the big ring again. Maybe just gremlins?

Anyway, I settled into a good high average speed, hitting 20-25 mph consistently on the flat. I was enjoying this, and I was finding it much easier to stay in the aero position, having had more practice. Sadly once the course got a bit more undulating and I needed to use my full gear range again, the problem came back. It took me ages each time to shift into the big ring – losing me momentum and getting on my nerves!

About 11 miles in the course doubled back on itself and as I headed back to transition I saw George from the Harriers on the other side, not that far behind me. Of course the friendly rivalry kicks in then – we were the only two Harriers there, so we were obviously racing each other (well in my head!) So I knuckled down and got some big miles in for the next 3-4, keeping in a high gear. Then disaster. I changed down to go up a hill and my chain went straight over the small ring and off the cog. Arse. I had to stop and put the chain back on, losing precious seconds and getting oil all over my hands. Plus, George sailed past.

Oh well, back on I got and chased. For the next five miles or so I trailed George, not quite making the gap any smaller. I also saw a group of Harriers at one point going the other way – on a training ride for the big Grafman in a few weeks.

After a while I caught George and went past him (drafting isn’t allowed at this distance outside the professional circuit so you have to go round someone or drop back to more than 10 metres from their front wheel). I motored on, figuring I had to put some distance between us. About a mile or so from the end he powered past me though – damn he was fast on the bike!

As we came into transition again I had another little mishap. As my shoes have big cleats on them I can’t run in them, so I need to slip my feet out with them still attached and pedal on top of them, ready to dismount and run in bare feet. The left one came out fine and I put my foot on top of the shoe. The right one however I missed the shoe as I started to pedal and the shoe went underneath, catching the road and flying off! Thankfully a lovely marshal ran after it and got it for me. I then just got off the bike and ran with it in my hand as I pushed the bike back to the rack.

1:14:55 – 30 miles

Transition 2

This transition went to plan. I racked the bike, I quickly pulled on my socks to dry feet (revelation!) and then my shoes and a visor for the sun and was off. I noticed George was still sorting himself out, having come in before me, so it really brings home the value of practising quick transitions.

OK still 1:15, but getting better!

The run

The run started much better than the bike had. I got into a rhythm and a pace I was happy with and set off across the reservoir dam. The biggest problem was the heat, boy it was hot! My Garmin tells me it got up to 30 degrees at one point – hell of a contrast to the swim! I was so glad of my visor as, although I had sunglasses on, it kept the sun off my face.

The run was pretty uneventful, apart from the phantom stone I had in my shoe. Could I find it? Not a chance. I could feel it under my right heel, but although I stopped 3 times to get it out I could not see it. Even more bizarrely after about 3 miles it just disappeared and I have no blister or any marks there! Weird.

I saw George a couple of times as we were doing an out and back each way (left and right from transition). He seemed to be struggling a bit but it was great to give each other a couple of high fives on the way!

The course was a bit undulating, but no major hills. Just a really nice run along the reservoir and back. The only issue was the heat, it was so hot and you could see people wilting.

Soon enough though, the finish line came into view and I did my 10k in 56:10. Not bad considering I did a standalone 10k in 54 mins last week, although some way off my usual mid-40s for a 10k.

Overall my time was 2:52:08 – 347th overall and 51st in my age group (lets gloss over the fact only three people were slower than me in my age group – Gill Fullen I am not!

Great day today – really recommend it as an event. Would love to see what its like in the river so I may enter again next year.

Beautiful weather, great organisation, fantastic course. Great way to spend a Sunday.

Challenge Weymouth Half – Race Report

This is the big race I’ve been working towards all year, but even when it arrived, it seemed to suddenly come from nowhere. For those unfamiliar with the event there were two triathlon distances on offer, long and middle (aka Ironman or Half Ironman depending on the organisers / brand). I’d opted for the middle / half distance for a few reasons, mainly the fact I am so new to triathlon, but also the training commitment involved in competing at a long distance, especially with a busy job and young family.

The training for the half is quite enough as you have to be ready to tackle a 1.9km (1.2m) swim, 90km (56m) bike and 23km (13.1/half marathon) run!

Getting ready

I’d had a good run up in my prep, culminating in a pleasing performance at the London Triathlon (Olympic distance) in early August, but being honest with myself I knew my training had suffered in the last month with holidays, especially my running. However, knowing how tenacious I am, and that I had done a great block of training from March to August, I was pretty confident I would finish (even if my secret desire for around 6 hours was probably unlikely).

I took the Friday before the event off work to get myself and my kit ready. I’d had some problems with the new aero tribars I had bought at the London Triathlon Expo and so had to make a decision on what to do for Weymouth. I decided in the end that, knowing the route had long sections of straight road with a lot of wind coming in off the sea, I would really appreciate having them so made a last minute purchase at my local bike shop and fixed a new set on before a quick half hour test ride. All seemed well, so on they stayed!

Having then also prepared and packed all my various swim, bike and run kit into one big bag I dropped my bike off at my fellow Harrier Bev’s house so we were not trying to pack our joint car first thing Saturday morning and got myself a reasonable night’s sleep.

The day before

Saturday was travelling, briefing and set-up day. Bev and I, along with super-supporter Lynne, set off from Bedford and made good time down to Weymouth, arriving just after lunch. First challenge was getting ourselves parked and booked into our B&Bs. The Harriers competing / observing seemed to be in most of the B&Bs in Weymouth and a lot of us were next to each other in a range of guesthouses on the beach front, Brunswick Terrace. The great news was that my B&B had parking, which all the rest did not so we were really lucky to be able to get our stuff sorted out without having to then drive to an NCP cark park somewhere. My landlady, Sue, was an absolute star from the off and really looked after us making sure we had everything we needed – more on Sue later.

Next step was registration at Weymouth Pavilion and with a free pint of Erdinger (alcohol free) in hand we hooked up with some of the other Harriers there to get our bearings. Bev was in one of two relay teams the Harriers had entered into the event and so needed to meet her swimming team member Lisette for the first time, as she had stepped in due to unforeseen circumstances. Having got our numbers, chips, transition bags, etc. we experienced one of the first small organisational “niggles”, the bags had the wrong labels on them. The idea is you pack a colour-coded bag for each leg of the event and then it’s ready for you at transition in a marked pickup area, rather than having to lay all your kit on the floor next to your bike as you do in shorter distance triathlons. It’s a good system as there tends to be more stuff at this distance (people get changed between legs) and it also means everything can be set up in transition the night before, which makes the morning of the event less stressy. One thing that was strange was that the bags were to be left outside all night, which didn’t seem great if it rained.

Anyway, having registered we decided to recce up to the transition / start area in Lodmoor Country Park – about a mile from the Pavilion. Bev and I made a rookie error here as we thought we had so much time to rack our bikes in transition that we’d come back later. When our more experienced colleagues such as Matt and Dave were taking all their stuff with them I began to suspect that we maybe should have done that too. Never mind. we decided to do a quick look round and get briefed on how transition works and then shoot back later after the official briefing.

Time ran away in the afternoon and soon Bev and I were rushing to get our transition bags packed (well me mainly as Bev didn’t need to leave hers in for one bike leg) and then we cycled back to the Pavilion for the briefing. There wasn’t much in the briefing that wasn’t in the race pack, but I felt I benefitted as a newbie from having it all explained to me.

Briefing over, bike racked, transition bags positioned, pasta consumed at a lovely pre-race Harriers meal, time for bed.

The swim

After a reasonable sleep I was still up early the next morning, despite a relatively late start time of 0830 and only a 10 minute walk to the start. I like plenty of time to get myself ready for these events so I was up at 6am.. The main thing on my mind was the swim – the newest and potentially weakest part of my triathlon, having the added danger of it being a sea swim had played on my mind for months. But at 6am, Weymouth Bay looked like a rippling pond, and having done some sea swim training whilst on holiday in Croatia, where the waves were pretty aggressive, I  actually found that I wasn’t anywhere near as nervous as I expected to be. I ate my porridge pot and pastry, got my kit on, put some wetsuit lube on the back of my neck where it sometimes rubs and met the Harriers to walk up to the start.

The start was on the beach, rather than in the water, so there were hundreds of people milling about and getting into the pens as we walked up. The long distance athletes had started an hour earlier and were out in the sea already. It all looked quite doable at this point!

Dumping my last bag, donning my wetsuit and saying ‘tara’ to the others, I lined up in my wave. At this point the group nature of the event fell away for me, as with earplugs in, outdoor swim cap over them, I was in my own mind. With the booming classical music blaring out onto the cobble beach, I lined up next to my fellow “green” wave and waited for the klaxon. And then we were off.

I started really, really slowly as, after my panic attack at Dambuster earlier in the year, I did not want to run out of breath by going off too fast. The first things I noticed were that the sea was warmer than I expected, less salty than I remembered in Croatia, and the earlier calmness seemed to have developed quite a swell to it! But strangely I was quite enjoying myself. There seemed to be fewer competitors around me than at London or Dambuster and so I just needed to focus on my own strokes and sighting. Sighting was actually really tough as the waves started to seem pretty choppy to me and you really had to time it to see the buoys – especially without my glasses on!

In no time though I made it to the first turn-around point; the course was three sides of a wonky rectangle – 700m out, 500 across, 700 back. The 500 metres parallel to the beach were the toughest bit as, with the waves coming side on, I was worried about being pushed off course and also I could not for the life of me see the next turn buoy. Turns out I was over-compensating as after a few minutes a friendly marshal in a kayak pointed out I was heading away from the beach out into the bay! I turned onto my back to talk to him and joked that it wasn’t hard enough so I thought I’d add a bit on. He laughed and wished me luck as I went on my way.

The last 700 metres were much easier as I had the waves behind me, although that had its own challenge as the swell had really started to pick up now. There was no “millpond” about this sea now, it was proper waves. But 55:02 mins after starting I was climbing onto the beach with a smile on my face. I had done it – the worst bit was over and even better I had enjoyed myself. I think in hindsight I had built it up so much I actually had over expected the toughness, meaning I found it a bit easier. The benefit of being a novice I guess as other, more experienced, Harriers afterwards told me that it was a really hard sea swim and the waves had been really difficult compared to a lot of the continental races. In fact two of the other Harriers taking part had to be taken out of the water as they had got into trouble – both being extremely experienced. This really brought it home that on the day even the best can find they struggle, but I was really pleased to hear they were safe and well.

I ran from the beach across the road towards transition (T1) and picked up my red bag with my bike kit in it. Unlike my Olympic distance events I decided to put extra clothing on for this as I was going to be out on the bike for quite a few hours. This was really common and in the male changing area most were putting on dry bike clothes. I had my one-piece trisuit on anyway under my wetsuit so I quickly dried off and pulled cycling shorts and top over it. As I was doing this event to raise money for Parkinson’s UK I wore one of their branded tops. I did notice at this point my neck was really sore – I’d lubed the back but had not realised the salt water would irritate all the way round, meaning I had sore red marks all round the sides and front. Luckily it didn’t affect me for the rest of the race but again another rookie learning point.

The bike

Collecting my bike I ran out of transition to start the 56 mile bike course. Sam, my very experienced triathlete friend who was waiting to start her run leg as part of a relay team, shouted “what are YOU still doing here?!” at me as I ran out and later I realised why – nearly 12 minutes spent in T1! I really need to tighten up my transitions!

Out onto the bike I settled in for what I hoped would be between 3hrs 15m and 3hrs 30m to cover the 56 miles. Not a blistering time, but I was very conscious I had a half marathon to do afterwards. I also knew the first 18 miles were quite hilly with a lot of ascent. Only 5-6% average, but up to 13% in parts. In fact on one of those first climbs I came across a couple of mountain bikers out for the day and had to politely ask them to move over as if they stayed right in front of me I’d be penalised for drafting! I did notice a clicking  coming from the rear set of gears when in the lowest gear, which worried me a bit, but there wasn’t much I could do so I carried on. It happened every time I went into that gear but it didn’t pan out as a critical problem.

I flew past the first feed station as I was carrying a lot of what I needed and started to work out what time I’d probably finish the bike leg. Apparently fate wasn’t happy with this assumptive approach and I suddenly heard a regular, pulsing ‘phhhtt’ noise from the front tyre. Yes I had a puncture. 8 miles into a 56 mile course. Arse.

This was where my relative luck in not getting many punctures before (only one in three years on my bike) played against me as I don’t have lots of practice at changing tyres. I didn’t by any means panic, as I knew I had everything I needed to fix it, but I certainly wasn’t F1 slick. First mistake was doing the classic kid thing of turning my bike upside down – well done Mark you just scratched your brand new aero bars. Laying the bike on its side, second mistake occurred when I nearly accepted the kind help of a lady who was jogging by. I said yes to her offer and then suddenly remembered the rules on outside assistance! I had to quickly backtrack and explain if she helped me I would be penalised. She was a bit puzzled but off she went.

You are allowed assistance from other competitors however and a friendly lady did stop and offer me one of her CO2 gas canisters. Sadly she realised she only had one and quite understandably she needed that in case she had a flat, so that help was short lived! Anyway I managed to change the tyre relatively easily, but then realised why the pros use gas and not hand pumps. After nearly 5 mins of pumping, my front tyre was up, but by no means solid to a race pressure. But I had to get back on, so I accepted a slightly spongy front tyre – shame I had 48 miles to go…

The rest of the ride was relatively incident free, although the time lost on changing the tyre (at least 10 mins) and the lack of front tyre pressure was going to affect my time. The course never really got flat and just undulated throughout. I was using my aero bars where I could, but realised I needed a lot more practice as the experienced time triallers from the long course wave on their second lap powered past me using them on both the ups and downs. I even got passed by the race leader about 80 miles into his 112, with a motorbike and cameraman in his face!

As usual I went through periods of feeling great and not so great but I persevered and found myself in the last 10 miles. At this point it was a long straight drag into Weymouth on the A roads, as opposed to the relative fun of the B roads and single tracks we’d had earlier. It may have been faster but it brought home the loneliness I had been feeling a bit out on the course. As you are not allowed to draft, competitors don’t form groups and so unlike the Tour of Cambridgeshire, which I did with some friends earlier in the year, you are out there on your own. Also by now I was finding it difficult to find a comfortable position on the bike –  the fact I’d needed a wee for two hours compounded the uncomfortableness! Finally about three miles out the road changed, but unfortunately it went upwards. There was a good three quarters of a mile of what seemed by now to be almost vertical ascent (I know it wasn’t). I went up there at about 6 mph, and was passed by a lady from club Serpentine, who I had seen earlier on.

However at the top there was a welcome sight – downhill into Weymouth! About two miles of descent, I bombed it down. Sadly for the Serpentine lady, my significant weight advantage played in (fat men do have their day) and I flew past her. After another half a mile down the beach front I made it to T2. The bike was 03:46:10, dissappointingly slow, but at least I had done it.

The marshals were great and took my bike off me to rack it, meaning I could concentrate on getting my bag and changed. After a mandatory journey to the portaloos I got into my run shoes, stripped off my running top and got ready for the run. Slightly better – only 7 mins in transition this time!

The run

I set off and within half a mile I noticed two things. Firstly and less of a problem, I had left my bike shorts on (eejit). It meant running was a bit strange but I knew there were Harriers out there I could hand them to. The second thing was more worrying. I had chronic back pain across my lower back. Clearly the product of all that time crouched on the bike it was in danger of derailing my challenge. After about a mile I stopped to stretch it as I could not go on further. A really helpful woman from Bustinskin Tri Club gave me some advice on what kind of stretch to do and it helped a little. I hoped I was going to be able to run as the sun was bearing down and I didn’t fancy walking the half marathon in the heat.

About half a mile later I realised something that did cheer me up – the run route went straight past the B&Bs down Brunswick Terrace. Excellent timing for ditching those pesky cycling shorts! I did a very small detour and rang the doorbell of the guesthouse. Sue answered and was somewhat surprised to see me there – even more so when I said I just needed to take my shorts off! But as she was so lovely she took it in her stride and even offered to wash them – a kind offer I of course declined.

Less than 2 mins later I was back out there and felt a lot easier to run with just my trisuit on. My back was still very sore but I felt it was manageable. With less on my mind I started to look about me and noticed that the sea was very different to how it had been 4-5 hours earlier. It was a rough, angry looking sea, one I would not have swam in for all the tea in China. What good timing. The wind coming off it was quite strong too, but I didn’t mind that as the sun was hot so it gave a breeze.

The run was 2.5 laps up and down Weymouth front. I ordinarily don’t like repetitive courses but I didn’t mind this one as it meant the support was concentrated and the people of Weymouth had come out in force. Sadly so had the ignorant ones as the course wasn’t completely barriered off and they just kept wandering in front of you. I had to shout “watch out” quite a few times. The other good thing was seeing the other competing Harriers on the differing parts of the course as they did their laps. It meant you always had someone to look for – special mention to Paula, Steve and Eva who were my high five buddies!

Eventually I was on my last lap – the pain in my back having gone about 5 miles into the run. Indeed the end came sooner than I expected as it turned out the run course was a bit short. But there I was, running down the finish funnel, with the PA system calling out my name! I was over the moon and to be honest a little bit emotional. I was so overcome that I had achieved something that, even when I signed up for it a year ago, I thought was potentially unachievable; raising over £1000 for Parkinson’s as well – that was just the icing on the cake.

06:57:16 in the end. Not the fastest time on the day, but to be honest it was the best I could do and so I was extremely proud to have finished.

In summary

What an amazing weekend, one I will never forget. Doing something that challenged me to my limits and succeeding. And special mention to the Harriers that came to compete and support, I was privileged to be part of the team – Mark, Bev, Sam, Paul, Paula, Lynne, Steve, Jutta, Matt, Jason, Mel, Justin, Dave, Lorena, Gary, Alison, Jeff, Kevin, Zoe, Christine, Tony, Lisette, Eva, Elise and all the ones I have missed off – sorry!

Extra special mention goes to Ian and Juliet. They did the long course and were out there for a long, long time. Juliet especially had to battle the increasingly bad weather as high winds and driving rain took over from the baking sun of the day. The Harriers as ever rallied round though and a big group of us stayed out on the course until after 10pm to support, cheer, run next to and rally Juliet in. Taking nothing away from anyone else on the course that day, but those guys out in the dark, still going while soaked to the bone and being battered off the sea get maximum respect.

I’d recommend Weymouth as I do think it’s a good, challenging course. I think the organisers need to tighten up a few things, especially the transition bags that were all damp after an early morning shower, but nothing that would put me off doing it again.

All in all my year of triathlon has been what you would expect, incredible highs (the finish line at Weymouth being up there), some hard lows (the swim at Dambuster) but I’m definitely hooked. I have a few more run challenges I am eying up, but I’m already thinking about the triathlon races for next year. One thing I did cement this weekend was that a full, long distance ironman is beyond me for the foreseeable. Seeing those poor souls out there, after 9, 10, 11 hours I just don’t have the time in my life to get fit enough to be able to do it. I know I can run for that long, having done a few ultramarathons, but that’s not the same level of training as required for a 2.5 mile swim, 112 miles on the bike and then a marathon. Hard-core!

This race was all about raising money to support Parkinson’s UK, who do so much to look after my dad. If you are able to spare a few pounds all the money I raise will go to my dad’s local support branch in Stockton-on-Tees. You can sponsor me here:

Stockton River Rat Race – Race Report

  Nearly a year ago I signed up for this race for a few reasons. Firstly my brother was going to do it with me, secondly I quite enjoy the random fun of these obstacle course races (OCR) and thirdly because I grew up in Stockton-on-Tees and it just appealed to me to go back and race there.

The idea behind the event is to maximise the challenge of navigating the river and the surrounding waterways in Teeside, which have significantly rejuvenated since the days of heavy steel industry when I was growing up there in the late 70s and 80s. I thought it would be a bit of fun, although I was a  bit concerned as subsequently to signing up I had decided to do the Weymouth half iron triathlon and that was only two weeks away. I am trying to raise a £1000 towards my ongoing total for Parkinson’s UK at Weymouth so injury would be more worrying than just missing the race. And injury is a real possibility at these events!

Anyway, I still turned up on the day and using my mum’s local knowedge we were easily parked, registered and in a coffee shop for some pre-race caffeine well before my wave was due to leave. It was really nice as a lot of my races I travel to on my own or with club members who are also competing, but this time I had my small cheering support team of mum, wife and kids! My dad and BROTHER (yes, the one who was “apparently” going to do this with me) had season tickets for the annual Arsenal vs Newcastle sufferfest so weren’t able to join us. But I’m sure they had a lovely time shouting at the referee…

These events tend to attract all sorts of capabilities and quite a large field, so when I booked I tried to get as early a wave as possible. If you are in the later waves then you do tend to get a lot of congestion around the obstacles as the back markers from each wave start to stack up. So, I joined the rest of wave two and we did our obligatory group “warm up” (Bruno Mars Uptown Funk since you ask, and not as cringy as often can be) before we went off to the start line. Although I am under no illusions that I am particularly fast or have the upper body strength needed for the obstacles, I did still make sure I was at the front of the wave. As I say, it does get congested. 

Off we went and, with the exception of a few warm up objects to vault / clamber over, the first mile or so was heavy on the running – you still have to cover 10k after all! I realised early on that my wave wasn’t strong in running pedigree so I seemed to settle in towards the front of the field. With a quick wave to the support team (kids are great cheerleaders, I recommend having some at all events), I headed out towards the Newport Bridge, the furthest point away from the start. This section of about 2.5-3 miles was light on obstacles, but it did provide the first water challenge, reminding me of how cold the Tees can be even in August!

With a quick swim of about 5 metres across an access waterway we’d all been well and truly soaked through and sent off to clamber over a hilly section before the bridge turnaround. The one thing that was a little bittersweet was that in this section we were herded round a set of monkey bars as some poor soul was on the floor looking quite injured. Whilst I felt a lot of sympathy for the person with a potentially dislocated shoulder a bit of me was shamefully quite pleased not to have to attempt what’s in my top two least favourite obstacles. Number one is walls – both require upper body strength that has eluded me my whole life.

Anyway once we turned around we were on the trek back towards the riverside, with a stop at the white water rafting course on the way. Stockton has a fab facility that loads of kayakers / canoodlists travel to from all over the country and it provided a lovely set of water based obstacles. I fared pretty well and stayed upright where I could on the inflatable obstacles and dived in with gusto when I needed to. The only downside was being flipped a bit as I slid down the white water part of the course and scraping my elbow along the concrete. Sore and dripping with blood I didn’t mind too much as it’s the very definition of a flesh wound – nothing to bother my Weymouth prep.

After navigating all the obstacles in the white water centre we set off back towards town. This was my second sighting of the family support team who took some good photos of me and my latest friend. We had to do a loop in a two man kayak on the Tees so I teamed up with a guy who turned out to be not too shabby. Between us (me relying on latent school days training) we did pretty well and went past two or three kayaks ahead of us who were struggling somewhat to go in a straight line. 

Jumping out of the kayak, off we went again and headed to the final mile or so of the course – heavily back-ended with obstacles and sections of swimming in the river. We were in and out, swimming over and under inflatables and also having to balance on strapped-together rafts. We finally made it to the poster obstacle for the event – walking the plank of HM Bark Endeavour, a full-size replica of James Cook’s famous ship. Lots of people baulk at this one, and to be frank I’m not the best at heights but I knew my tactics had to be to just walk straight off, no messing. In reality it wasn’t that scary and soon I was swimming the 30 metres to the exit ramp from the river – not that easy in a life vest!

And then I was off – running the 500m or so to the finish and the final obstacle of a 10ft high ramp with rope. Over I went and I was done! My strange children wanted a hug from me with my wet clothes so I duly obliged and then promptly sanitised my hands of Tees gunk before scoffing a complimentary Clif bar.

I did OK too. 1hr 21m for a 10k – a pants time normally but not bad with the added water and stuff! Other stats:

  • 11th out of 156 in my wave
  • 100th out of 619 men
  • 107th out of 941 overall

So, really glad I did it, loads of fun. Even more glad I wasn’t injured for Weymouth!

If you have heard scary stories of pumped up meatheads at these OCR events, then they are there, but they are a minority. Most people are just there for a laugh, and not worrying about their km split times. Every now and then I say do one, they are really good fun and yes they may be a bit more expensive than a standard race but you get plenty of organisation for your money.

Now, where are those probiotics again…?


AJ Bell London Triathlon 2015: Race Report

AKA: Olympic distance open water swim – the return

I entered the London Triathlon back in January 2015 as part of my preparation for the Challenge Weymouth half iron distance in September. This was to be my second Olympic distance event (1500m swim, 40/42km bike, 10km run) in the run up to Weymouth, the first being the Dambuster (see my previous race report for how that went!)

It was a typical age grouper early start for me (0730am wave); so rather than travel from Bedford to London ExCeL in the morning I stayed in a Premier Inn in Dagenham the night before (salubrious surroundings – bike was firmly in my hotel room). I’d not had the best of starts to my weekend preparation as I had sliced right into my thumb the day before, cutting cheese for lunch, and so had spent the best part of £15 on waterproof dressings for it, conscious I was about to submerge it in the lovely Thames. I got up at 05:15am to get myself sorted and eat my porridge, but I had not realised how difficult strapping your own thumb was going to be so was about 10 mins behind my planned schedule when I left the hotel. 10 mins it turned out I didn’t really have.

Despite the fact I was trying to find the car parking with clearance for my roof-racked bike, by following the official signs I inevitably arrived at ExCeL at the opposite end of the venue, at the parking that had been flagged in advance as having only a 2m clearance. So after a grumpy steward pointed out I had to take it off and I stuffed it on the back seat of the car I got myself parked and went up to register. In hindsight I should have just gone up ready to go as with ExCeL being such a large venue (more on that later), it took ages to get to registration, back to the car and back to transition again to rack my bike / sort my stuff out.

After another grumpy official (bad luck or my influence on them?) had given me my timing chip I went through into the biggest transition I had ever seen. There were 25+ racks for bikes, each of which easily could take around 200 bikes, and they actually reused the early ones later in the day! This was a huge event compared to Dambuster (13,000 competitors over two days). It also turned out I was spoiled with rack space at Dambuster as there were no pre-stickered spaces for bikes, only blank bits of tape at about a foot apart along the rack. It took me a while to work out I had to move some bikes around to find a space and I was getting a bit concerned being so close to assembly time (8 mins to go). So after a guy gave me some advice I found a small space and managed to get my bike racked and my stuff out and ready.

I made it to assembly having only missed about a minute of the briefing and a nice guy there helped me into my wetsuit – remembering to actually put my ear plugs in and nose clip on this time! After whipping us up with cries of oggy oggy oggy and encouraging us to hug a neighbour we made our way to the swim start down a flight of steps. At this point I realised that one of the slight drawbacks of the venue is that the transition area is in one of the big event spaces on the first floor – meaning we would have to go up and down each time to get to the swim, bike, run, which were naturally ground / river level…

Anyway, we quickly walked out onto a pontoon on the Royal Victoria Docks next to ExCeL and jumped into the water. I was still trying to find a satellite on my Garmin, which was proving difficult as we had been inside for the whole briefing session. I was treading water with one hand in the air! No luck though and I think I actually only picked them up about a mile into the bike ride so my timing was way off. At this point the outer layer of my thumb strapping filled with water so I abandoned that and hoped the inner layer would hold! It did.

I started at the back – a deliberate strategy given my issues at Dambuster, but I got straight into my stride. A large part may have been that the water was less cold (although very murky), but I definitely think having ear plugs and nose clip massively helped. I was swimming like I normally do and not worrying about water going into my head. In fact my challenge then became that I was actually a stronger swimmer than most of my laggard chums and so I found myself boxed behind a line of them. I had to basically force my way through them; a new sensation to be overtaking in the water on a tri – not being overtaken!

I was sighting well, despite going directly into the sun, as I had found a large crane to focus on. So I dug in and started counting my strokes between sighting. About half way round I again found myself jammed between two people who were basically swimming on top of me. but I didn’t drop back or feel intimidated, I just concentrated on my stroke and actually swam ahead of them – I am getting the hang of this!

The rest of the swim was uneventful, and I soon found myself swimming onto the sunken finish pontoon with a friendly hand helping me out. 00:38:32 for the swim.

At this point we had to take off our wetsuits and put them in a big plastic bag, I though in advance that would be a faff, but actually it was dead easy – someone was there to hold the bag and you just dumped the suit, cap, goggles, etc. in there and then you were off. Although this is where the massive size of the event and venue plays against it. Again we had to run up a flight of stairs to the transition area and then around the outside of the bikes to the start of your rack. Despite me being definitely faster at getting my socks, shoes and helmet on I was over 5 mins in transition – pure size and distance to navigate. At least it was easy to find my bike as all around me had got theirs (although at least a third were still there, meaning I had gone past around 40-50 people in the water).

The bike course started on the service road around ExCeL and then went down an access ramp out onto the roads around the venue and over towards Canary Wharf. The course was two laps of fairly flat roads, at times quite technical (Westferry Circus area was full of twists and turns), but at others nice long straights such as the Limehouse link tunnel. It was difficult to judge yourself against others as you didn’t know what lap they were on so I concentrated on my own speed and cadence. I was trying to keep cadence over 80 reps per minute and then at least 19-20 miles an hour on the flat, getting north of 30 mph on the few downhill sections (mainly on / off ramps of the roads around Canary Wharf / ExCeL). The road surface was good in most places so it was a nice place to get into a rhythm, although I do think I need aero bars for Weymouth if I am to be out there for nearly 3 hours on the bike for that one.

There were no big incidents to report on the bike and soon I was back at transition and having to cycle back up that bloody ramp! 01:17:33 for the bike.

T2 was quicker than T1 at ~3 minutes, despite it being night on impossible to find my stuff amongst all the similar bags and shoes! But I quickly changed into my running shoes and visor (thank goodness for that, the sun had come out and was hot) and was out on the course. The run course is not particularly pretty, being mainly paths and car parks round ExCeL (there was a lovely effluent smell at one point on the course next to a square looking brick building). However, it is pancake flat so quite a quick one. I say pancake flat, except yet again for the access from / to the transition / finish area. And this time I had to run up that bloody ramp three times! The course is three laps, with each one starting and finishing inside ExCeL at the opposite end of the hall to transition, next to the expo. It was a nice idea to come in and out of the hall with the crowds there but that blooming ramp was a killer!

Anyway I wanted to get a sub-50 min time for the run so I was hoping to hold around 8 min/mile pace. I didn’t want to go off too quickly in case I lost my legs from the bike, but I kept finding myself creeping into the 07:30 min/mile pacing zone and having to hold back. However after the first lap I realised the legs felt good and actually I should just go for it. So I kept the pace up a bit and started to really enjoy the run.

As I came into ExCeL for the last time I wasn’t looking at the watch but I knew it was easily sub-50 mins. What I didn’t realise was that I actually had run 00:46:28 – less than a minute off my standalone 10k PB! I had a cracking run and it brought me in well below my 3 hour personal target. Dambuster had been 03:08:17.

My final time was 02:51:49. I am well happy with that – over 8 minutes in transition so on a smaller race a lot of time to claw back!

I would definitely recommend this event to any triathlete – beginner or elite. There may be thousands of people there but it’s not intimidating, its beginner friendly with a good course. it may not have the scenery of Dambuster but it’s flat and swift. I am glad to have done it and I am looking forward to my half iron distance in September.

Now then, just need to practice swimming in the sea…

Dambuster Triathlon 2015 – Race Report

The Dambuster triathlon was my first proper triathlon. I’ve concentrated on ultrarunning for the last couple of years and I decided to really have a go at triathlon in 2015. I’d done a sprint triathlon at the pool in Bedford a couple of years ago but never anything like this. The Dambuster is an ITU world championship qualifier, 1500m of open water swim in Rutland Water, 40km of hilly road biking and an out-and-back 10km along the dam.

I’d done a fair bit of training for the event – 2/3 swims a week split between the pool (530am starts weekdays) and weekend swims round Box End lake; along with 3/4 bike rides and runs each week. I knew I could have done more, especially over the last two weeks because of work, but I was confident I had done enough to get round.

My coach and friend Bev picked me up at 430am, a nice early start for us. We were both newbies at the event so it was good to travel together and talk though our plans and thoughts for the day. We made great time up to Rutland and were onsite parking up by 545am along with a steady stream of cars behind us. As it was a world champs qualifier it soon became clear there were a lot of very professional looking people competing. One young whippet of a lad was even on his turbo trainer warming up on his bike! My entry-level Giant aluminium road bike which does me well and got me round the Tour of Cambridgeshire two weeks ago was almost blushing in the company of the carbon spaceships around us!

Registration was a quick, well-oiled affair and after a bit of faffing around at the car we were on our way to transition with our bikes and plastic boxes! The majority of the 12 or so Bedford Harriers were in a separate transition to me as they were either in the male 45+ age categories, or the female categories, which all started together. I was in the transition area with all the young pups! Won’t last long…

I found my rack area really easily, it was well signposted and each bike had a sticker on the racks. I took a little while getting my stuff sorted out, I was a bit worried as they said we could not keep boxes by the bikes and it was due to rain, but I found a spare plastic bag so managed to get everything covered. I pulled my wetsuit on over my new swanky Bedford Harriers tri-suit, up to my waist and went off to the briefing. 10 mins later briefing was over, I was zipped up in my wetsuit and we were all ready for the off.

At this point I made the first of a few small, but poor decisions that I would regret. Sadly I had put my swimming ear plugs and nose clip into my tri-suit back pocket and only realised when zipped into my wetsuit. I decided I couldn’t be bothered to get undressed and I would do without – wouldn’t make much difference would it? The second poor decision was to not wear two swim caps as not many other people seemed to be doing that. Peer pressure I guess. I was used to swimming in the lake with my neoprene chin strap cap, and was initially planning to put the blue latex one I had been given (I was in the blue wave) over it. But I decided just to wear the blue one.

I was chatting to Dave, one of the other Harriers in my wave as we waited to start. I was feeling quite excited actually and not particularly nervous. I had my wetsuit, I was used to swimming in the lake, I’d done the distance and as it was a beach start I was planning to hang back to not get involved in the mass start activity. The wave before us went off and Dave and I went down to the beach with the rest of the blue wave. The good thing was we had 10 mins to “warm up” so we all walked into the reservoir and got ourselves acclimated. It didn’t feel overly cold, and I did my usual plan of getting water into my suit and splashing my face to get my body used to the cold and minimise the reaction when I started. I did a bit of swimming, but had a problem with my goggles which meant I spent most of the time adjusting them.

Soon it was time to get out and line up on the beach. I was firmly at the back and ready with my Garmin to get on. Suddenly there was a count down from 10 and we were off!

I strode into the reservoir and started front crawl swimming at what I thought was my own pace, behind most of the pack so not too much in the way of legs and arms to contend with. I found it tricky getting into my “stride” but assumed I would start to settle into it over the next 50 metres or so. But I didn’t seem to be getting any better. I noticed the water was much colder than I expected as we got further out and the water up my nose and in my ears was a bit off-putting. I was sighting a lot to make sure I was on track to the first buoy about 500m out into the middle of the lake so wasn’t really breathing much in the water. It started to get a bit tricky actually to even my breathing up, and I started to tell myself to calm down, regroup and get into a rhythm. I didn’t listen to myself though and was starting to really struggle to swim smoothly. It occurred to me that if this was tough, what was the sea in Weymouth going to be like? (I am entered into the Challenge Weymouth half ironman in September). Also, if I couldn’t swim smoothly how was I going to make it round 1500m? Also breast stroke (which I was doing a lot of by this point) was going to wear me out. Also, this was a deep reservoir, not a shallow lake like Box End. Also if I did not hurry up then I’d be stuck in the middle of the next fast wave swimmers behind me. Also, also, also…

I was panicking now. I suddenly realised I wasn’t breathing right, I was spiralling in self doubt and I was not going to make it if I carried on like this. But if I didn’t get going I’d have to DNF (Did Not Finish) as you can’t just slow down in a lake – you drown. I was now moving from fear to anger. I was absolutely livid with myself for getting myself into this state. I was actually shouting “come on” at myself out loud and thinking about how I was letting myself down. How could I look my friends in the eye if I gave up after 250-300 metres? But mentally I was gone. With a heavy heart and a lot of swearing at myself I remembered the safety instructions and I lay on my back with my arm in the air, asking to be taken out of the water.

A woman rowed over to me in her canoe and let me hold on. She told me to lie on my back, take deep breaths in through the nose (well at least I could with no nose clip) and out through my mouth. She was calm and focused, at no point did she display any concern for my welfare – which was good thing as she kept me focussed on the moment and my breathing. She radioed the safety boat and he came over to get me out. However he stopped about 10 foot away and I thought I needed to swim over to him to make the ride of shame back to the beach. But he had other plans:

“Do you really want to do this mate?” “No – I can swim this distance. I am annoyed with myself”

“I bet you have done loads of training haven’t you?” “Yes”

“Costs a lot doesn’t it?” “Yes”

“Do you think you could swim a bit further?” “I guess”

“Why don’t you just see if you can get to the buoy?”

And in that moment I thought to myself – he’s right, I just need to keep trying. I’ll know when I can’t move any further. By this point I had started to breathe properly and felt a bit better so off I went! What a fantastic bloke, I can’t thank him enough for helping me, rather than accepting my panic stricken decision to withdraw.

I set off very slowly doing breast stroke again. I tried front crawl but could only manage a few strokes before my breathing was a problem again. So I rested on my back for a few seconds then cracked on. Finally I made it to the first buoy – a third done! Probably going to be timed out (there was a 50 minute time limit on the swim), but I was still in the game. The next 500 metres were more of the same, slowly-but-surely I realised I would be able to make it round with breast stroke and a few odd front crawl moves. The next wave (yellow) mainly came and went but I stayed out of their way and I didn’t get bashed. I did get advised to move in though by another canoeist as I was going to be doing much longer if I didn’t get back on the race line. After a while I noticed I was swimming more and more front crawl, I was still having to stop to work out where I was (my sighting had gone to pot and I was weaving horribly), but I was making progress. As I came round the last buoy (a sharp turn back to shore) I was caught by the very fast red wave (the one that started 20 mins after me!) and I did experience a bit of the “dishwasher effect” I had heard about but by now I was feeling fine about being in the water and I just rode it out.

With a weave and a few stops to adjust I finally came out of the water 42 minutes after I went in. 42 minutes! However I did not know this at that point, to be honest I was convinced I was way outside 50 mins and timed out, but I carried on anyway. I was here and I was going to finish whatever.

I didn’t have time to worry as I was running to transition (T1) and taking off my wetsuit as I went. A guy in front of me dropped all of his gels he’d had in his back pocket as he removed his wetsuit so I picked them up and ran off after him to hand them back. I took quite a while composing myself, drying my feet and getting socks and shoes on in transition. Nearly 4 mins in T1 – a lot of time to make up there I think.

Anyway I was soon-ish running out with my helmet and number on and crossed the mount line to start my bike section. I was a bit self conscious about my all in one lycra tri-suit (I’m not exactly a Brownlee body) but one thing I will say is that it was very comfortable, dried quickly and meant I did not have to worry about changing for the bike and run.

The bike section was a lumpy 40km (25 miles) round Rutland water. We did a recce about 4 weeks ago though and so I knew what to expect. It was a god-send having that knowledge as most of the really steep hills are in the first 5-10 miles and without that I may have worried about keeping it up. But I knew the middle 9-10 miles were flat and fast so I put a load of effort in to the hills. I was struggling to eat and feed as I am not used to doing that while racing, but I did manage to get in the gels and energy drink I had planned.

The bike was pretty uneventful to be honest, although one thing of note was the difficulty of trying not to draft behind a rider. With the amount of competitors out on the road it was hard not to suddenly be behind a group, but we all seemed to make it work. I saw a couple of punctures but luckily my wonder tyres continued to hold out (still the same tyres and tubes I bought in 2012!) I played cat and mouse with a team GBR rider in the last 6 miles (he was about 70 and his GBR tri-suit was surely from the 1980s, but hey it all counts), and managed to beat him to the end. 1:27 for an eventual 25.3 miles at an average of 17.4 mph.

Back into transition (T2), much quicker this time as only a quick change into my running shoes and a sun visor to put on (the rain never materialised). 1:51m later I was out and on the final section – the run. My comfort zone. Although I wasn’t in comfort as by this point I needed the loo (and that tri-suit was never going to be an easy one to remove) and my back was really achey. The back-ache lasted the whole 10km – I think before my next tri I need to work on my core strength as this was the first time I’d asked so much of myself in three consecutive disciplines. I went off slower than my normal 10km pace as I wanted to not blow up, but to be honest that became my standard pace all the way round – I realised that 10km is not so easy after a swim and a bike! I saw Dave as I crossed the 1km line – he was 9km into his run and he started with me! He had an awesome day, well done Dave! He easily won the club championship on that performance.

I enjoyed the run, it was very slow for me (52 mins), but I know I can run. I can also go a long time on tired legs (see my blog on the SVP 100km race last year). One thing I enjoyed the most was that because of the out-and-back nature of the course I saw loads of Harriers – those in front and behind me! The course is a nice easy one, mostly flat with a couple of stretches across the dams. The marshals at the drinks stations were fantastically helpful and it was nice to see a few spectators at last!

As I came across the finish line I could not believe I had made it round – a couple of hours before I had mentally given up; cold, panicky and unable to move in the lake. Here I was completing my first Olympic distance triathlon! I have another one in London in less than two months – so much learned, so much more to do in training.

I hung around afterwards, catching up with the speedy ones, cheering in those behind me. That’s one of the great things about the Harriers – we are a real community, always looking out for each other. It may be the cake of course (thanks Rebecca!)

We hung around for a while, got dry, ate some food, enjoyed an alcohol free beer (really!) We all also went and got our official times – everyone was pleased for different reasons. Some celebrating a great performance, others of us just completing our first triathlon. I was the last Harrier home at 3:08:17 but hey, its better than a DNF! Loads to learn, I reckon with a good swim, stronger run (I need to train more as I neglected my running for the bike/pool) and some transition discipline I can easily crack 3 hours in London.

And then onto Weymouth – 1.9km swim (in the sea), 90km on the bike and 21km run (half marathon). That’s another level and a whole new ball game…

Tour of Cambridgeshire – Race Report

The Tour of Cambridgshire (ToC) was the first competitive bike race I had entered. Although I completed the London-Brighton charity ride last summer, this was the first time I had taken part in something at this scale and level of organisation. In fact to be honest as a relative newbie to cycling I hadn’t even tried a local time trial or sportive. 

However I was really looking forward to the experience; over the last 12 months I’ve become a real convert to cycling on the TV and I enjoy getting out on my own modest road bike. I was a bit nervous by the 83 mile distance as the the furthest I’d gone in training was 40 miles, but I figured I’d get round – numb bum or not!

The ToC is the first european-style “gran fondo” to be held in the UK, with closed roads and and UCI amateurs / masters championships qualifying up for grabs. Think mass participation running with an elite race at the front like the London Marathon and you are close. The race started at midday and I arrived early (0815) as I was suckered in by the traffic warnings from the organisers, plus I had not been able to get there to register in advance and I hate nothing more than being rushed at the start of an event. 

The event was based out of the Peterborough showground / arena, a perfect venue as it had loads of parking and plenty of space for the riders to congregate beforehand in the expo and open outside area. I knew my friends that were also competing were not going to arrive for a good hour so I had a wander round and got myself registered. The expo didn’t have lots of stands, but there were easily enough to result in me parting with a bit of cash! And I do like my shiny new overshoes 🙂

Eventually I started bumping into people I knew from Bedford Harriers, Beds Road Racing Club and iCycle – it was great to realise I knew so many people there! After a lot of chatting and hanging around it started to get towards the time to get ready so we all went back off to our respective cars and arranged to meet up back at the Shimano technician area.

One thing that becomes very obvious with cycling is there is a lot more to “get ready” than running! Not only do you have to worry about what you are wearing and carrying as food / drink but you have to get the bike ready too! Anyway after much faffage, last minute lubing (don’t ask) and my 100th wee, I was ready to go at the appointed time and place for meeting. 25 minutes later we finally had our little group ready to go into the pens – I’ll say no more about timekeeping!

This part of the event is the only area I would say the ToC really needs to improve on for next year. We spent ages discussing how we were going to try and all meet up after the start, or even see if we could try and move to the rearmost pen in our group so we could start together. We needn’t have worried as it was so packed on the approach we never even made it to the pens! We could see the race starting and we were still a good 200 metres from the entrance to the pen area. It took about 20 mins from the gun before we even got rolling on our bikes, I believe it took nearly 50 minutes to get everyone through the start. 

Anyway, my only goal was to finish the race so I really wasn’t too bothered about losing time at the start and after what seemed like ages we were off! We started with a group of about 10 Harriers/BRCC and for about 2 miles we did stick together, but some of the guys were much stronger and experienced so they went off ahead and that was the last we saw of them. But a small core of 4/5 of us stayed together and started to get into our rhythm. 

It was so good being able to ride on closed roads, without having to worry about traffic. Although it was amusing to notice that everyone still naturally stayed on the left with a big empty space on the right! Also we still could not help ourselves and we always looked right for traffic on a left turn. The first section of the course was probably the lumpiest, but as it was Cambridgshire there was nothing to really test your climbing skills. What was interesting for me the rookie was learning to ride with other people – I nearly always train on my own. Some of my main observations were:

  • There are a lot of funny hand gestures to get used to
  • Corners are an interesting moment of heart in mouth
  • I may be fast on the downhill and flat, and I may think I climb well on my own, but I needed to be more tactical about using others to tug me up a hill
  • I need to get used to using two bottles better and not weave when reaching for the back one (scaring the person behind me)

Anyway I started to get in my stride and into better positions to make it up a hill behind a big person 🙂

As we came into the first feed station on Alconbury arifield I also learned how much more dangerous cycling can be than running. There was a run of speed humps on a fast flat road and nearly every one of them had a rider lying on the ground next to them. One person in particular was in a bad way with a motorcycle paramedic holding his head up as an ambulance was audibly arriving behind us. This was a bit of a scary section and only one of many crashes throughout the day. There were thousands of people on the road, many of whom would be very new to “peleton” riding. I saw a lot of punctures, bloody heads, twisted limbs and mangled bikes that day. I was very lucky not to have any issues myself.

After the feed station we were out in the fens for a long time and this was a nice fast, flat section. I tucked in with a small group and after a while I realised the little team I had started with had not kept up with me. But we’d made an unwritten agreement to stick together so I waited for them at feed station two. After much eating and comfort breaking we set off again as a group. This was just over half way and the next 20 miles were quite tough as fatigue set in. But what was great was our little group of four really started to work as a team, riding in a line and taking turns on the front. Some (the women – Bev and Sam ) probably did longer on the front as they were stronger / more experienced, but Andrew and I held on as best we could!

This was my low point (I always have one) and I really just had to grit my teeth and plough on to the next feed station. Cambridgeshire may be beautiful, but I didn’t have much energy to look up and enjoy it to be honest. However with 15 miles left we reached the last feed station and we all took the chance to eat and drink as much as we could to replenish those energy stores. 

After that feed point I was a different rider – I had a serious second wind and was flying! We were sticking to our plan of working as a group of four and as one of those I took my turn on the front. At one point a group of riders from a Liverpool cycling club came past on our right and I tucked in to draft behind them, assuming the other three would sit behind me. This is where I realised why sometimes the professional team time triallers can lose their rear riders. It’s not safe to keep looking round as you weave and although you rely on sound it can be difficult to hear with the wind whistling past. Anyway I turned around after a couple of miles and noticed that my little group was nowhere to be seen behind me. I eased off a bit and waited for them to catch up, which is tough when you have spectators shouting at you to carry on!

I saw Bev coming up behind me and I picked up the pace so they could rejoin me. But unfortunately Bev said that Andrew was struggling a bit with the pace (to be fair he’d been awesome to just get round as he’d not been able to train as much as he would have liked in advance). So Sam had stayed back to come in with him and Bev was on her own. 

Bev and I carried on, by this point we only had about seven miles left and we were both looking forward to completing the challenge and getting off the bike. Relatively uneventful (apart from one more crash site and a dead badger – unrelated), we came through the final kilometre marker together. I told Bev we had to channel our inner Cav and sprint to the finish, but I have to say that was probably more in our heads than our legs!

We finally came across the finish line 5hrs 15mins after we left – 83 miles later and 4hrs 44mins actual moving time on the bike (we definitely used those aid stations). There were Harriers/BRCC there to greet us and celebrate a great achievement by all. 

All in all, I really enjoyed my first bike event, although I was probably spoilt by the highly professional organisation and the closed roads. As an inaugural event I am sure they will iron out the wrinkles and this will become a regular entry in the calendar for many. For me, I definitely think I’ll be back and hopefully fitter, more ready and with a lot more race smarts under my belt. 


First swim in open water

Big day today as it was my first open water swim session. I was pretty nervous as I’d done a lot of reading on open water swimming and I knew it can be very different to the pool. The flip side was that having done the reading I felt I knew what to expect and had strategies in place to make the most of the session. I’d also been lucky enough to bump into an open water swimming expert at a work event a few days ago, who worked for Triathlon England, and he’d given me quite a few tips.

I did get a curve ball the day before as Steve Crane had agreed to “buddy” me, and had come down with a bad head cold so could not go in the water. He emailed me loads of advice though so I decided to just bite the bullet and go on my own. To be honest I quite like doing new things on my own sometimes as I can do my own thing at my own pace.

I cycled to the lake – Box End Park, wake-boarding facility – at a fairly leisurely pace (4.08 miles in 21:04, av speed 11.6mph). I suspect my brain and body were conspiring to delay the inevitable! I didn’t have the best start as I got there and the shop I was going to hire a wet suit from appeared closed. I thought I was going to have to turn around and go home. But as it turns out, that was the wake-boarding shop. The triathlon place (Tri-Crazy), was round the corner in a little hut. Dave the owner was in there helping another newbie into a wetsuit, with another person waiting. Popular guy. In fact another three came in while I was waiting, this sport is really on the rise. 

Anyway soon it was my turn and Dave fitted me up with a wetsuit. I was surprised at how easy it went on actually, although I suspect it won’t be that easy on my own! Soon, I was all kitted out and headed on my way to the lake. Squeaky bum time. 

I hovered about a bit as I wanted to watch a few other people go in first. But they all seemed to be taking their sweet time about it and I was left looking like I had very temperamental set of googles given how much attention they were getting! The lake was packed (well relatively given it’s a big lake), there must have been 30-40 people swimming round it. It was funny watching them swim in somewhere I have only ever watched people wake-board around. The ramps and the wires were all in place, and these little people were swimming past them in their different coloured caps. 

Anyway I stopped faffing and in I got. Yup – bloody freezing! I took an immediate hit too as I did the acclimatisation techniques I’d read about / been advised – I let a bit of water in at the neck and splashed some on my face to preempt the gasp reflex. I had a little bob around leaning back and forward to get used to the buoyancy and then I was off. I was expecting the first few metres to be tough, having read about anxiety and feelings of wetsuit claustrophobia. However, I remembered to breath out from the first stroke and got into my rhythm straight away. I found it so much easier to swim in the wetsuit with the buoyancy, which implies I probably have low legs in the pool (pull buoy drills needed!) I was actually really enjoying it, with the only issue being a freezing cold face. But that soon warmed up. In fact for the first 1/4 of a length of the lake I also kept pretty straight. That soon stopped though and I began to zig zag around a bit. I was trying to sight using the buoys and the wires, but to be honest I really need to work on that. Not easy!

I was in my stride though, and swimming proper freestyle around a lake! I didn’t find the fact I couldn’t see the bottom as off-putting as I thought and even when I inevitably swallowed a bit of it, the water tasted nicer than pool chlorine!

I was freaked a bit as some people went past and touched my bum (accidentally I presume), but I am going to have to get used to the rough and tumble before I race in June. 

Eventually I reached the landing stage and out I got. 0.62 miles in 21:56. Pretty damn slow, but who cares – I am an open water swimmer now! And to boot, I really, really enjoyed it. It was easier to swim than in a pool (barring my zig zags), and just more fun really. I can see how people get hooked on it. I need loads more practice before I can say I am competent, and lets face it Weymouth Bay in September is going to be a whole different kettle of fish, but its as good a start I could have wished for. 

I got showered and dressed in the excellent facilities at Box End and then took the wetsuit back to Dave. One of the great things he does it hire them out for the season, if you don’t want to leap in and buy just yet. I figured that would be a good idea for a novice triathlete in his first year and I am going to need one for my three races anyway. So I parted company with my £130, and am now the proud temporary owner of a wetsuit 🙂

Really great fun, looking forward to my next swim. You can tell I was in a better mood as was much quicker on the way home – 3.88 miles (quicker round the one way system going back) in 16:17, av speed 15.1mph). 

Iron Run Cranford, 2015: Race Report

For those who are not keen on OCR (obstacle course races), don’t switch off just yet; there’s more to this event than monkey bars (of which there were thankfully none). 
The Iron Run Cranford (nr Kettering) is a relative newcomer to the OCR scene, having had it’s inaugural race in 2014. Following in the footsteps of Tough Mudder, Wolf Run, X Runner, et al, it stacks up pretty well in my opinion (as a course – more on the organisation later). There is a 12k or 6k option and two of the waves are chip timed so add a bit of competitiveness. 
I went in the second of the chipped waves, the last one of the day. The first chipped wave was billed as the Elite Wave, so I thought I’d steer clear of that one, being a middle of the pack runner.  I’d entered the event as a bit of light relief to be honest; the early part of 2015 being dominated by long distances and the current focus being on getting ready for my first olympic distance triathlon in June. I’ve done a few of these OCRs over the years and I do enjoy the physical challenge and not worrying about a time. 
What I particularly liked about this course was that, bacause of the distance, there were some good stretches of pure trail running (handy for an upper body weed like me), and the obstacles in the main were created using the landscape, rather than constructing them out of wood or metal. 
I arrived about 45 mins before my wave start; entry wasn’t cheap and the extra £3 for parking did irk a bit, but I guess these events are quite expensive to put on. The registration process was “relaxed”, rather than efficient, but everyone was very friendly. I did worry slightly when after having been given my number pack, I only got my foot chip because I went back to get it, having realised I was the only competitor without one!
There were about 40-50 people in my wave, which was quite nice as some of the more well-known events can be dominated by big packs of muscle boys. I did notice that nearly everyone was in a pair or a group – I think only me and one other bloke were single runners. There was the obligatory group warm up that you get at these things (two burly, highly toned military fitness types). They mistakenly thought they could get me to do pressups – the fools. 
As soon as the warm up was over, we were off. Slightly underwhelming start, but nevertheless we were let loose. I was pretty near the front at the start and noticed straight away that the pace of the running was well within my capabilities. After about a quarter of a kilometre I was running behind the lead guy – somewhat predictably the other singleton. What I began to realise was that many of the groups would be running together to support each other round and the others were very much on the ‘muscle body, there for the big obstacles’ end of the spectrum. Although I wouldn’t be the fastest on the obstacles I more than enough had the legs to outrun most of them, especially given the type of offroad training I tend to do for events like the Grizzly. Indeed I’d recommend this event to any of my fellow Bedford Harriers who enjoy cross county – think of it as XC extreme!
Anyway after about a kilometre of fields and forest running I was running in third. Both guys in front of me clearly had much more upper body strength than me and so had been able to haul themselves quicker from the ditches we’d had to negotiate. We came out of a tricky technical forest section and ahead was about half a kilometre of muddy track. I could see the guy in second place was not a particularly strong runner (and weirdly was wearing what looked like football boots), so I figured if I was to get around him, now was the moment. So I put a spurt on and was soon about 10 metres behind the lead runner. I settled in there as to be honest I didn’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have someone to chase – I have never been this high up a field in an event!!
About 3k in we had to wade through a swamp about 2 feet deep, which went on for quite some time. The guy in first place was about half a foot shorter than me so I made some ground on him at this point! However that soon ended as the next obstacle was a steep 20 foot bank that required you to haul up a rope – damn my weedy biceps!
This went on for the next couple of kilometres as I got closer on the runs and then left behind at obstacles, expecially those requiring me to haul myself over. Just after some fun fire pits and multiple bogs we hit a water station together at 5k. We both stopped for a drink but for some reason the other guy lingered. So off I went in the lead, kind of without trying. I wasn’t happy as the idea of him snapping at my heels was a bit too much pressure. So I decided my only tactic would be to try and get some distance between us and see if I could break the invisible elastic band. The next half a kilometre was typical “Grizzly” terrain – up and down, up and down, interspersed by flat, bumpy trails. Mentally I thought that given I know I could do this for 20 miles, then a few kilometres wouldn’t hurt, so I pushed on. 
The tactic worked, I looked back at a section where we doubled back a lot on ourselves up and down a hillside and I couldn’t see my pursuer. So – new experience for me, leading a race! Mind my heart sank a little as this was the point where the rear of the pack competitors from the previous wave started to be overtaken. And as we got to one of the big obstacles of the day – 30 feet slide into a bog – there was a huge queue. I can be a bit competitive though (even if I’m a bit of an average runner), so I asked the marshal if I had to wait given I was leading the next wave (there were easily 20 people in the queue). To my big surprise he said – no of course not mate, just go to the front! I felt a bit bad, but off I went and wooshed down the slide (loads of fun, can I do it again please?)
The next big section was a choice – a long run round a lake, or swim right across? Well, my triathlon training must count for something right?! In I plunged. Bloody hell it was freezing! I started doing breast stroke like those ahead of me, but I decided to switch to freestyle, which was much quicker and out I climbed a minute or so later. 
This was about half way round the course and to be honest much of the rest of the course was just more of the same really. Loads of bogs, streams, inclines and the odd wooden obstacle to navigate. Whoever designed this course must be a sadist – one memorable section involved going up and down the sides of a gully about 8 times, so steep it needed ropes. Knackering. 
I had no idea how far in the lead I was so I kept the pace up when I could. I was really enjoying it. The final kilometre involved a lot of time in a stream as we came back into the Cranford Hall grounds. In fact we had to wade down the stream at thigh height for most of it. 
I threw myself over the 6 foot wall at the finish line at about 1hr23m (time TBC), with a massive grin on my face. I couldn’t believe I had won something (OK it wasn’t the strongest field of runners, but hey give me this one!) 
Bit of an anticlimax at the end as I collected a “goody” bag that consisted of the obligatory tech t-shirt and a can of energy drink (note to organisers, a goody bag needs a few goodies in it), and had to ask what happens next. The woman taking my chip was a bit unsure and said she “thought” they would announce the winners in a bit and there “probably” was a trophy. As I said before – it’s not that the organisation was poor, it just seemed a bit laissez-faire. Anyway I hung about for about 30 mins, had a cup of tea and put some warm clothes on, but there was no sign of any announcement or awards. I did pop my head round the timing tent and they said the results would be posted later in the day (I am writing this 24 hours later, still no news). They did say that they thought I was 33rd overall (including the previous Elite Wave).
So, a bit cold and a little let down, I went back to my car to drive home. I’m still hopeful of finding out my time and maybe even get the trophy for my wave; I have emailed the organisers. I know it doesn’t sound much, but I never win anything at events as I tend to be competing against much faster runners than me, so it was quite a novel experience for me – I just wish it hadn’t been a bit of a fizzle out.
My summary? Fantastic course, loads of running in between obstacles, great for trail / XC runners looking for something a bit different. I am very battered and bruised today, but I do smile when I think back to yesterday. Just tinged with a bit of annoyance at the poor organisation in the end. I hope they sort that out, as it’s a great event and I’d certainly think about doing it again.