Port Mac 70.3 – Race Report.

Ready and nervous!
Ready and nervous!

As of Sunday, I am officially a triathlete! I have always shyed away from this term leaving it for people much fitter and better looking in lycra than me! However, after Sundays effort I feel like I have now earned this title!

We headed into Port Macquarie on Saturday morning to scope out the bike course as I had read the roads were rubbish and the course quite hilly. On the drive in I kept saying to Nate it can’t be THAT bad, I mean we have ridden around Mudgee – how bad could it be?

ha!

There was one section of hot mix that lasted around 300m and the rest was dead road with a spattering of pot holes that had been filled and refilled.

It was going to be a bumpy ride.

My main goal was to try and stay down on my bars for as much of the ride as possible – I have never felt really confident on them so this was going to be a bit of a test. I knew the best way to approach it was to just not think about it.

We headed to registration and off we went to rack our bikes in transition – with me stopping at the Shimano mechanics to get them to check my tyre pressure. LUCKY – apparently my front wheel wasn’t done up properly and it would have most probably fallen off mid ride… I will ALWAYS stop at the Shimano tent.

Afterwards we jumped in the swim entrance and had a quick swim to get a feel for the water before heading home – sunburnt. Not exactly ideal but there was nothing I could do about it now!

I slept terribly on Saturday night, after tossing and turning for a few hours I bit the bullet and set myself up on the lounge so at least poor Nate could have a peaceful sleep!

I flicked on the TV, watched The Hangover and fell asleep about 12ish.

My alarm went off at 4am (VOM) and I jumped straight up. Coffee, breakfast, quick check of the bag and off we went.

Nate looking pro as exiting the swim!
Nate looking pro as exiting the swim!

Swim Leg (33:31 – 15th AG):

Nate headed off in the wave before me, as soon as the horn sounded we were hearded to the start line.

One girl yelled out “Goodluck Girls” then we all wished each other good luck. It was a nice way to start the race as we all encouraged each other.

Horn sounded and away we went.

It was a relatively uneventful swim. I found some space and just swam. Nothing flash (my swim is nothing flash!) focussing on controlled breathing and long smooth strokes. I have realised that I am better off swimming slightly slower for a lot less energy than expending a significant amount more for probably 1minute or so gain. I am putting this down to no  poor technique.

T1:

I exited the swim feeling fresh and relaxed.

I spotted The Meat Trays and my family and gave them a wave… downed half a gel, quick sip of water then Sirius and I headed on our way.

Bike Leg (03:07:03 – 3rd AG):

As soon as I jumped on Sirius, 1 of my water bottles came loose and spilled all over my foot  before eventually falling out completely. Not ideal!

Loving the bike leg!
Loving the bike leg!

My aim for the bike was to stick around 30km per hour. I knew I was strong on the bike but I had no idea how I would fair for 90km on a hilly course. I didn’t want to go too hard on the bike so I thought this pace was achievable while still leaving enough in the tank for the run (ha!)…

I was overtaking people on the hills and took a lot of confidence from this. I was being over taken on the downhills however, so I decided on the 2nd lap to not think about falling off unless it happened! I couldn’t afford to overtake people on the uphills just to have them come flying past on the downhills!

I hit the first turn around feeling good, keeping a nice high cadence and settling into a rhthym. I took my first gel here – well about 3/4 of it. I just can’t stand them. As soon I had it I felt quesy.

Heading back into town on to Matthew Flinders Drive AKA hill of death, where they lay out carpet so people can clip out and walk up. The first time up it took me by surprise – I had really underestimated just how steep it was. I grit my teeth and got through it though telling myself I only had to do it one more time.

Getting it done!
Getting it done!
Nate once again looking like a pro!
Nate once again looking like a pro!

2nd lap – relatively uneventful, at the turn around we came into a headwind that made the ride a little tougher! I was still feeling good however, I had a feeling I hadn’t eaten enough… at about the 75km mark I started to tire and knew I had left it too late to get enough food in before the run. I told myself it was too late, if I ate now I would be sick on the run (oh Brooke – you have no idea!).

Climbed the hill of death 1 more time and made my way back into town.

T2:

Scored some bindies in my feet as I ran through transition and lost my bike rack… ugh! After a minute if searching I found where I was supposed to be. I had even taken note as I ran INTO T2 but for some reason I ran away from my transition area?!

I thought about popping a gel here but thought it would sit funny in my belly and hurt my run (oh Brooke – you have no idea!).

Out of T2 and into the run…

Run Leg (02:16:48 – 12th AG):

I knew coming off the bike I hadn’t gotten my nutrition right but I really underestimated how much this would affect me! I had underestimated just how much this leg would hurt too!

I started with a 5:08/km pace and very quickly that dropped to 5:45/km which very quickly hit about 6:02/km and walking through every aid station.

Nate passed me just after the first aid station – I told him I was struggling as he zoomed past. I thought he must’ve been on his 2nd and final lap and felt really deflated. Little did I know he actually got a flat at the bottom of the hill at Matthew Flinders Drive and I had beaten him home on the bike leg!

Struggle street shuffle!
Struggle street shuffle!

After this I knew I had to get fuel in – whichever way possible.

So I scoffed watermelon, electrolyte drink, water, banana anything I could get my hands on!

The irony is that I couldn’t stomach gels and I hadn’t wanted to eat solid food towards the latter half of the bike because I thought I would struggle to run with food in my belly –  and here I am on the run course having a bloody sit down meal!

I really struggled through the first lap. I passed a guy who was being helped by an ambulance and thought, I could just stop here and they would help me too. I had doubts I would make it, but I also knew I didn’t want to give in!

A little girl handed me Vegemite on a stick – life saver! As gross as it sounds, after so much sugar it was exactly what I wanted.

2nd lap – still struggling and walking through every aid station. I stopped to walk a bit further down the road and an older guy ran up beside me and told me we were going to run to the finish, we probably had about 4km to go. This was exactly the kick up the bum I needed! We ran together for a while until he pulled away as I just had nothing in the tank.

We hit the final hill and I caught up to Jan (the guy who told me to run) and he was walking. C’mon I said – you told me we were running until the end so that’s we’re doing!

I think the Coke must have kicked in at this stage, as I managed to run the last 2km (downhill) in a much more respectable pace of 5:33/km.

As I hit the red carpet I saw my family – gave them all high-5’s and shuffled over the finish line!

That’s when I saw Nate waiting for me – I gave him the biggest hug and cried tears of joy. Which I have never actually experienced before! It’s a weird sensation but kind of cool!

Finish Time: 06:02:59 – 8th AG

Our faces say it all!
Our faces say it all!

Not quite the time I had hoped for but for my first long distance triathlon I am still stoked.

I had a great, relaxed swim, crushed the bike and fell apart in the run.

I know that my nutrition (or lack of) had a big role to play in my awful run. After the race I realised I only had 1 bottle of sports drink, 1/3 banana and 2 gels on the bike and I know this wasn’t enough.

Aside from this I also need to get used to running on tired legs,  I know this is as much mental as it is physical.

Overall I am stoked with mine and Nates  effort and I can’t wait to see how much I can improve next race.

FYI Nate crushed it:

Overall Time: 05:34:45 – 31st AG

Swim: 00:32:26 – 40th AG

Bike: 03:16:45 (with a flat!) – 52nd AG

Run (SMOKIN’!): 01:40:37 – 14th (!!!) AG

The greatest cheer squad known to Ironman!
The greatest cheer squad known to Ironman!

I promise I will have more recipes soon too!

Brickie.

xx

I would also like to say a MASSIVE thank you to my family and friends for making the effort to come and stand in the sun just to watch us come past every hour or so! You guys made the day that much more special! THANK YOU!

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An ode to Nate Dawg.

As I write this, there is currently 15 days and 22 hours and 37 minutes until I  begin my journey to complete my first Half Ironman.

To say I am excited is an understatement, to say I am nervous doesn’t do it justice!

Looking at our wave start times and bib numbers fills me with fear and butterflies! EEEK!

Nate’s number is 322 and my number is 347 for anyone keen on tracking our progress throughout the day using the Ironman Athlete Tracker http://www.ironman.com/triathlon/coverage/athlete-tracker.aspx?race=&y=-1#axzz3F1cvLnHC

Last week I was beginning to question if I was going to be ready to take on the race. I think this is a normal part of any preparation, there are going to be times when you question yourself “Have I done enough?”. It didn’t help that I was struck down by a strange illness last week and my glands ballooned! Luckily, I have made a full and speedy recovery and the time off training was probably just what my body (and mind) needed.

While resting, I got stuck into Chrissie Wellington’s book “A life without limits” which I highly recommend, for both triathletes and non-triathletes a like. She is one tough and amazing woman! I have been trying to channel some of her mental toughness in my training this week.

An interetsing and inspiring read.
An interetsing and inspiring read.

I had my first experience of the Magpie swooping season last weekend when I rode to Jamberoo and back and got swooped 4 times! It surprisingly wasn’t as bad as I had expected (due to the feeling of being somewhat protected by my helmet!), however I definitely provided passing drivers with some entertainment as I was riding and flailing my arms in an effort to shoo these Magpies off my back!

All smiles halfway through my solo Jamberoo loop!
All smiles halfway through my solo Jamberoo loop!

This was my longest solo ride to date and as much as I would have loved to share it with Nate, I came back feeling a strong sense of accomplishment having completed it on my own.

Nate didn’t accompany me on this ride because my little sister (below) was staying with us and he offered to stay and be there when Clare woke up and bring her down to the beach to meet when I was done so I could still get training in.

Clare with her first "Mocktail" (we told  her mum it was a cocktail)
Clare with her first “Mocktail” (we told her mum it was a cocktail)

Yep, he is most definitely a keeper!

Throughout this whole journey Nate has encouraged me, supported me, put up with my grumpiness and ridiculous amount of stressing over the logistics of fitting in training and I am so thankful for him.

I found this “Prayer” that I thought was amusing it sums it up nicely.

First, Endurance Gods: Thank you for the fine specimen I call my partner.

He is nice to look at.
And thank you for making him faster than me,
so that I may have a constant view of his firm rear end.

But you have led us to a 2013 schedule
with a combined total of six half-Ironmans, two Leadmans, and four Ironman races.
I beseech you for divine intervention.

Keep us safe when swimming, riding and running, Endurance Gods.
Guide us, protect us and let us not anger the motorists with their big SUVs,
so that we may return home in one piece every day.

Let him remember to wear his ID, for I am sure
he is sick of hearing me nag him about that.

May we remember to stay on top of the chores during peak training periods.
When we fail (and we will fail),
may the neighbors not call the city to complain about the overgrowth in our front yard.

Bless us with a bountiful harvest of gels and nutrition drinks.
And when he finishes the peanut butter,
grant him the wisdom to not put the empty jar back in the pantry for me to find after a 100-mile bike ride,
For I will not tolerate that. I will not.

Lead us away from hanger, but deliver us some pizza.

Should I choose to skip a 4 a.m. workout in favor of sleeping in,
break all the light switches in the house,
so that I may continue my slumber without the interruption of
his profanity-laced search for socks and iPods.

And should he decide to sleep in, too,
let me be aware of this rare event,
for I will cuddle the stuffing out of that man.

On race day,
when things start to get tough,
let him lap me when I need it most,
for a pat on the butt and a “good job, babe” is the best thing in the world.

That, and watching the view as he runs off ahead of me.
Mm-hmm, yes.

Amen to that.

You can find the original here: http://triathlon.competitor.com/2012/11/features/triathlete-love-a-prayer-for-the-two-triathlete-household_66932

 

Indeed – AMEN to that!

 

Brickie xx

Mudgee Running Festival Race Recap.

A couple of weekends ago now we set off back to Mudgee and raced in the Mudgee Running Festival. Nate ran the marathon and I ran the half. Initially, I intended to run the full too but unfortunately the jump up in distances meant my tendonitis flared up and I decided to do the half instead.

On Saturday, I set out on a solo 60km ride which was awesome. Mudgee has some great rides and you pretty much have the road to yourself – this meant I got to get down on my aero bars and really go hard.

Sunday morning – Nate and I drove down to Lawson Park (with Taylor Swift pumping) and met up with Mandz and her dad, Greg. I think we were all a bit nervous!

The start was definitely different than I had expected, the announcer yelled “Ok go!” and that was it – we were off!

Off I was – I set a cracking pace of 4:25/km for the first km! I think I was a little excited! I then settled into a nice pace around 4:55/km for the next little while. Within 3km Nate had caught me (typical!) and we set off chatting until I got to the half turn around and he set off on his mammoth marathon effort!

Having so much fun with Nate - about 6km in!
Having so much fun with Nate – about 6km in!

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All photos courtesy of BJ’s Mobile Photography Mudgee.

At about the 12km mark I hit the dirt road known as Tinja Lane and a section of rolling hills. I definitely underestimated this section of the course and really had to dig deep to keep the feet ticking over.

Luckily, as we hit tar again it was pretty much a downhill run and then flat into town.

After a couple of wrong turns through Lawson Park (you’d think I’d know where to go in my home town!) I finished in 1:49:13 4th in my age group and 9th girl overall. Happy with that!

Crossing the line in 1:49:13
Crossing the line in 1:49:13

It was a quick turn around as I cheered Mandz and Greg on at the finish and jumped on my bike to meet Nate where the dirt road ends and there’s 5km to go.

I stopped at the final drink station and had a chat with the volunteer – and totally underestimated where Nate would be! He ran past and I quickly fumbled for my helmet said goodbye to my new friend and jumped on the bike to catch him, yes you read that right catch him 36km into his marathon!!

I couldn’t believe it – he was running so well! At about the 40km mark I mentioned that I had bbq chips in my bag for him when he finished, but in all honesty he didn’t even need that encouragement – he was almost finished and he was in awesome spirits!

The best part about this race was getting to share the start and finish with Nate – the small community event allowed me to ride the whole last section with him and quickly ditch my bike and grab some happy snaps as he crossed the line…

…in a stella 3:31:33 and  2nd in his age group and 5th overall!

My hero, finishing in 3:31:33!
My hero, finishing in 3:31:33!

What a legend!

We celebrated with some beers and a delicious lunch at The Brewery!

A successful weekend!

Now onwards and upwards to Port Macquarie 5 weeks and counting…