That Hill! And That Other Hill!

For some reason that is now not entirely clear to me, I decided after the Valentia triathlon 4 weeks ago to tackle another one, with the Sive Triathlon in Caherciveen being at a very convenient location. I was a bit worried that doing a triathlon 12 days after the Cork City marathon might be a bit reckless, but of course at that time I did not know yet that I would end up running another race between those two. As Niamh dryly remarked, the question is no longer if Thomas was doing a race this weekend but which race he is doing!

Anyway, I spent another restless night in Valentia and got up feeling exhausted already. It’s funny that by now I sleep like a baby before a marathon but can’t get an ounce of sleep before a mere sprint triathlon. Anyway, after breakfast I cycled the 5km from the ferry to the race start. Having a house in Valentia proofed to be great once more. Niamh and the kids would come down from Caragh Lake later on for the start.

I had been slightly shocked to find that I was starting in wave 1 and my first target was not to be DFL amongst the wave 1 swimmers. Before the start I had a few words with Grellan, Pat and a few work colleagues. Since Grellan is a much better swimmer than me I expected him to get out of the water about 5 minutes ahead of me, and the other goal was at least to match his cycle and running times. There was never a question of finishing ahead of him; even if I had followed Ewen’s advice to let his tyres down, slip the chain off and tie his shoelaces together, he’d still have finished ahead of me.

Unlike Valentia, the start was from open water and assembling at the start line was a bit tricky because the (very small) tidal current kept pushing us across the line. But eventually the whistle blew and we were off, 15 minutes late (that still counts as strictly on time in Kerry, I suppose). I had started behind the main throng, which saved me from the worst of the mass swim chaos and made navigation relatively easy. Early on I was right beside another swimmer who kept hitting me first in the shoulder, then the hip and eventually the feet, so I suppose I was on target for not being the slowest swimmer. But my memory from Valentia seems to have played a nasty trick on me. I distinctly remember the swim feeling relatively easy and I thought I might be able to improve on my time by swimming at a stronger effort. That turned out to be false hope. Maybe it’s because my swim training has suffered severely since that first race and I was soon knackered and I had not even reached the first buoy yet. It did cross my mind that I was not enjoying this at all and really wondered what the heck I had been thinking. Eventually I could hear cheers from my right, which I suppose meant that the first swimmers had finished already, the lucky b*st*rds. I eventually reached the first buoy, well past the halfway mark, and I could sense the end of this stage. It would have helped if after rounding the second buoy I had spotted the third one but I first headed into the wrong direction before noticing my mistake. I did not go far wrong and it did not cost me much, but still, it added even more time to an already poor performance. Eventually I reached the pier, heaved myself out of the water and ran into transition, waving to Niamh and the kids. I reckoned the worst was now over.

Improving my transition time was my big target for today and I had made some changes. I already wore my number on the swim so that I would not need to fiddle with the belt. I had left the Garmin at home and used a cheap stopwatch that I already wore during the swim, again saving me the hassle of fiddling with it during T1 (so no fancy graphs this time, sorry). I had rehearsed the drill. Wetsuit off, glasses on, helmet on, socks on (I decided to sacrifice a few seconds because I really do not need blisters for the Ultra training to come), shoes on, take the bike and off you go. It all started well enough until the time when I tried to put on the cycling shoes and I got wobbly and nearly fell over, almost feeling like fainting. It took some time to readjust and then I was off. My combined swim + T1 time was almost exactly 20- minutes, I guess about 17:30 for the swim (just like Valentia) and 2:30 for T1, but once I get the official results I hopefully know more.

The cycle almost immediately starts with a climb up to the main street and I started overtaking others from the off. I loved the bike section! After about 2km we turned right off the main road and soon the road started climbing relentlessly. The gradient was fine, never particularly steep, but for 5km it was all uphill. I did not count the number of cyclists I passed but it must have been several dozen, including (and that was particularly pleasing) a few cyclists with fancy looking triathlon bikes featuring aero bars. Since this was an out-and-back course, I expected the leading cyclists to come into view soon enough and was genuinely surprised that it took over 16 minutes for the leader to appear, and then another minute for the next guy. Eventually the road levelled out and even dropped a bit until the turnaround point and then it was our turn to descend the mountain. To be honest, I thought this was quite dangerous. There were still several hundred competitors climbing the road with plenty of overtaking manoeuvres while we descended at breakneck speed. I tried to ignore the thought that a head-on collision would probably be fatal and instead wondered why I didn’t see anyone ahead of me on my side of the road. Apparently we were descending all at roughly the same speed, so the overtaking stopped for basically the entire next 5 km. Late on one guy on yet another TT bike passed me, I passed him back and the whole process started again, repeating itself a few times until we reached the foot of the mountain and I managed to get away from him. I did pick up a couple more places but on the very last climb, on the Caherciveen main road, I had the entirely new and highly unpleasant sensation of my left hip cramping. It wasn’t too bad and I was able to continue, but it was very uncomfortable. Luckily I was soon at the top of that short climb and it went away.

Just like in Valentia I did not manage to get both feet out of my shoes while still on the bike (I ran out of road) and once more entered T2 with one foot bare and one shod. No matter.

T2 went well, I think. Bike on rack, helmet off, cycling shoes off, running shoes on, run. I am curious to see the results, but I think I will use different shoes next time. My Lunaracers are great running shoes but not made for easy entry. Using lightweight trainers like the Skylon should make things easier (and faster).

I did notice one mishap, but one that had already happened, on the bike. Very early into the cycling leg I noticed something snapping and there may have been something falling off, but it happened too quickly to be sure. At first I thought my pump had fallen off, but that was still there and a quick, panicked scan indicated that the bike was fine. My number belt felt funny, but I could feel that the number was till there. Now, in T2, I finally realised that the belt had somehow come loose and was at it widest girth, which my runner’s frame was nowhere near of filling out. But the number was till there, even if it hung down looking more like a fig leave. It would do for the next 20 minutes.

The cycle leg had been challenging, but the running leg was just brutal! We immediately climbed a very steep hill up to the main street, but after crossing that we kept going straight up the mountain at an even steeper gradient. I saw the guy ahead of me walking and was highly tempted to do the same, but my pride prevented me. I’m a runner, I don’t walk, not on a 5k road stage, no matter how steep. Passing that particular competitor felt good because I no longer had to look at him walking.

This time it did not take long for the leader to appear, I was only about 2 minutes into my run, and after another minute 2 more runners came flying down the hill. Lucky b*st*rds, almost finished! I, on the other hand, kept struggling up the hill. At least I gained a few more places, but nowhere near as many as in Valentia. That’s the problem with starting in wave 1, I guess, there were nowhere near as many targets in view today. After running for ages and suffering badly, a sign came into view. 1km! OH! MY!! GOD!!! All that work for one measly kilometre? And it had taken over 5 minutes! At least it was not as steep any more. One runner passed me, but in that case I did not mind because a) he was doing a relay and b) Pat O’Shea is a former 2:2x marathon runner. He would be the only man to go past me, and I could definitely live with that. I missed my drink at the 2K point because I dropped the cup, which made the sun feel even stronger. Somewhere around here I saw Grellan coming down, probably more than 5 minutes ahead, but what can you do! Eventually I reached the turnaround point and it was all downhill from here. Unfortunately I didn’t pass anywhere near as many runners as on the uphill. I saw Arthur Fitzgerald, a very fast runner, coming against me and very much expected him to catch me, but he never did. I was hurting, exhausted, thirsty, and even my competitive juices stopped flowing when I saw a runner ahead of me and my mind point blankly refused to chase him down. It took a female runner to appear in my sights to belatedly spur me into action again, and after that shameful and blatant instance of pure sexism I was running at full effort again.

I caught a few more runners and shortly before the end I saw Pat, Grellan’s neighbour, coming against me, who I would have expected to be way further ahead in the field. Just before the end I also spotted Shauna from work and then I was almost done. If the runner ahead had worn a normal top he would have kept his place, but he was wearing one with garish big sesame street characters and I could not possibly let a runner in a sesame street top beat me, so I went hell for leather and eventually went by. Then the torture was finally over. I forgot to press the stop button on my watch but it must have been close to 1:22, which is 5 minutes slower than Valentia. The course today had been much, much tougher and Valentia’s cycle leg had been short, which explains some of the difference. But I cannot deny that my legs felt worse today and I did not have that spring in me, which is no wonder, 12 days after a marathon, followed 5 days later by a downhill race.

I unsuccessfully kept looking for Niamh, and 10 minutes later met a few work colleagues. I was still so exhausted that I virtually fell into Jacqo’s arms (which Niamh would not have approved of, I guess), and could only mumble some delirious nonsense about this hill and that hill, which made Jacqo forbid me to drive home in my state. I found my family eventually when they let us back into the transition area where my mobile was located. Valentia Ice Cream has never tasted so good!

And with that, I’m going to rest. Niamh was slightly wrong, there’s no race next weekend.

Action photography by Shea Bubendorfer (aged 9)

Update:

2010 Caherciveen Sive Triathlon

1:22:39, 71st place
swim 18:28, T1 1:41, bike 40:47, T2 00:44, run 21:03

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It was 4 am on Saturday morning and I was wide awake after about 5 hours of sleep. The thought of swimming through the Atlantic was rather heavy on my mind, heavy enough to prevent any more sleep for the rest of the night. No doubt about it – I was rather nervous.

By 7 o'clock staring at the ceiling had lost its fascination and I got up. For lack of anything better to do, I went for a run. I usually go for an early morning run before short races, so why not today? I followed the route that would constitute the run portion of today's triathlon, which is basically up a hill and then turn around and come back again.

Eventually the rest of the family as well as Fionnuala, a friend who would do the race as well, joined me and we slowly got ready. The transition area was supposed to be open at 8am, but when I got there at 9:30, it was still cordoned off. Sigh. We're still in Ireland.

Sitting around doing nothing was not good for my rising anxiety levels and I think at one stage Fionnuala was tempted to throw me out of my own house, my constant fidgeting making even the veteran competitor nervous. Eventually it really was time to go and set up stall. Having Fionnuala around was really helpful and I gathered plenty of little hints and tips. I also appreciated the fact that putting on your wetsuit is not part of the actual race or else I would have been well behind everyone else already. Maybe Niamh was right when she made her remark about my ballooning weight. Having said that, putting it on the wrong way round wasn't the smartest way to start. Ahem.

The Valentia triathlon has a rather unique setting in that the swim portion is from the Irish mainland across the channel to Valentia Island itself. It's a great idea, but swimming through the Atlantic Ocean without any dry piece of land anywhere between the start and the finish was rather intimidating and the major reason for my anxiety.

The transition area was right at the harbour and then all 500 competitors gathered on the ferry for the short journey to the mainland. Well, short if you're on a boat. It's a lot longer if you have to swim. It all happened rather quickly from here on. I had a very quick dip into the water before the first wave set off (after a false start) and there was just enough time for the second wave to assemble at the start and off we were.

Having read enough about the potential mayhem of a mass swim start I kept to the right side of the field, trying to stay out of the worst of the mayhem. Still, for the next 750 meters I kept bumping into bodies coming from all sorts of angles and directions and I had no way of telling if it was me who was swimming zig-zag or them. I kept looking up every now and then and just followed the general direction of the yellow hats in front of me. I had absolutely no idea if I was towards the front, the end or the middle of the field and just tried to keep swimming at a steady rhythm. I had been worried about the fact that there was no wall every 25 meters, but if you don't have the option of resting every now and then you just don't do it and I simply kept going, keeping the effort low enough not to tire myself out unnecessarily. I was very reluctant to look behind because I was worried to see that I had only covered a tiny portion of the swim. The complete lack of reference points made it impossible to tell where we were. For the first half I only saw murky green water, then it must have become shallower because I could sea fern every few meters. I did get a few elbows and feet into the face and inadvertently kicked a few people myself, but no major incidents. Eventually I saw the pier ahead of me and knew this would indeed be over soon, and then came the happiest moment of my life when my feet touched firm ground again and I could stop my poor imitation of a fish. (I'm exaggerating, of course. The happiest moment of my life was of course Paul Dickov's 95th minute equalizer in Wembley against Gillingham in 1999. [What do you mean what about the birth of my children? Go away!])

Apparently for the last 50 meters Fionnuala and me had been swimming side-by-side but I had not noticed a thing, just concentrated on the exit. I quickly waved to Niamh and the kids who very cheering and made my way into transition where I was very surprised to see Fionnuala's bike still on the rack. Having said that, she was there a few seconds after me and I was still struggling to get out of my wetsuit when she took her super fancy TT bike with aero bars and racing wheels off the rack. I followed a good bit later, but eventually I was on my way myself. Niamh tried to take a few photos, but she might not yet make it as action photographer. To be fair, the camera probably did not help.

The cycle starts with slightly over 2 miles of continuous climbing to an elevation of about 100 meters, but the gradient is smooth enough to stay in your saddle at all times. I surprised myself by passing scores of people. It really must have been dozens, and some of them did not exactly look super-fit. My overwhelming thought at this was “I really have to learn to swim better”; maybe it's arrogant but those guys did not look like they should ever have been ahead of me at all.

Anyway, just one guy went by me on that climb, and towards the end of it I even passed Fionnuala. I expected her to fly ahead again at the next part (and so did she), but for the time being I just enjoyed overtaking. I got passed once more, but it turned out to be the same guy again! I have no idea when I had gone past him and if I caught him again later on.

Obviously the climb was followed by a dro and while I did not go past people at the same rate any more, I still kept moving up the field gradually. My proudest moment came shortly afterwards when I overtook a guy on a fancy TT bike in full aero position, and there was me going past on my relatively cheap and heavy frame.

Soon enough we reached the other end of the island where we had to take it easy on a set of tight blind corners, but I went through without incident. I had expected the wind to be on our back for the return trip, but actually it came from the side and was rather strong. Fionnuala later told me that it caused real problem with her deep-rimmed racing wheels and she was really scared most of the way. I, on the other hand, had an entirely different mishap. At one stage, doing quite some pace on a downhill stretch, felt something tugging at the top of my head and a few seconds later, before I knew what was going on, there was another, heavier, tug and all of a sudden it was ok again. Something seemed not quite right, and when I touched the top of my helmet I realised that the plastic cover had completely blown off and just left the styrofoam behind. How bizarre is that. Technically I had just violated the no-littering rule, but I was not going to turn around and start looking for the rest of my helmet, and what was left would just have to do for the rest.

I expected to tire out on the bike eventually. 20 km might not be long, but it's a lot longer than my usual 8 km ride to work which constituted 90% of my “training”. In actual fact I felt great all the way through and kept passing people. Just before the end one rider passed me on an aero bike and I entered transition right behind her. I tried to get out of my shoes while still on the bike, but when I got my first foot out the shoe started dragging on the ground and I was worried about my balance if I took out the other foot, so I got off the bike one foot still in my bike shoe and the other one bare. At least my stall was stationed close to the entrance.

Since I had acquired a blister yesterday I decided to wear socks on the run after all and it was that delay that enabled Fionnuala to once more pass me during transition. Having said that, her 28 seconds transition time was rather spectacular, but taking more than twice that time was still poor. It didn't help that I started running and noticed after about 5 steps that I still had my helmet on! At least I noticed it before going out of transition.

Finally, a real sport! Setting out on the run I passed my personal cheer leaders and action photographer once more and set off, 2.5 km uphill, 2.5 km downhill. I found it rather disconcerting that the overall winners finished their race just as I started my run, 20 minutes behind. Then I remembered that they had been on wave 1, meaning I was “only” 15 minutes behind. At first all the runners coming down looked like super serious athletes (which they were), but the sheer amount of runners ahead of me was not a sight that I particularly appreciated. I did the best I could to recover the situation and passed out scores of people, including Fionnuala. “There won't be any more transitions for you to pass me” I quipped, though I should have saved my breath for the run up that mountain. I could have sworn it had grown since the morning. At least passing people kept me focused and the pace honest. One runner overtook me, and he ran like a whippet, probably one of those 15-minute 5k dudes I have no business competing with. As I neared the top I kept looking at the runners coming downhill, wondering how many of them I would be able to catch. Eventually I reached the turnaround point.

I had expected the run part to be the most enjoyable one, but in actual fact I found it the hardest. The swim had gone much better than expected, the cycle was oodles of fun, but the run was really tough. It didn't help that we were running up the side of a mountain and that the sun was blazing at full setting, of course, but I think there was a different factor. On the swim and the bike my exercise threshold had been lower. But having completed dozens of runs I know how hard I can push my body, and pushing hard means pain. On the plus side, I must have gained a few dozen places. In the downside, it hurt.

As I got closer to Knightstown again I was both looking forward to the end of the torture and ruing the fact that I could still see loads of slower runners who would finish ahead of me because I was running out of road. I always kept concentrating not on the runner directly ahead of me but on the one before that to make sure I would always have a target in front of me, even after I had passed someone. I even found the legs for a sprint finish somewhere, focusing on the woman ahead of me who I passed one step before the finish, gaining one last place (or so I thought. Turns out she was a wave 1 swimmer, so was 5 minutes slower anyway).

After surviving the swim everything else was just a bonus and I was happy enough. It sure had been fun and I guess I'll do that again, but I am definitely a runner, not a triathlete. This was reflected in the final results; I came 150th, 19th M40, and in a race of 500 runners I would have been significantly further ahead. For the next time there is plenty of scope for improvement, during the transitions especially, and of course I could make a radical change and actually train for the swim and the bike parts. Now there's a thought. But for the time being I'll focus on my upcoming marathons and ultra instead.

Update: I was 340th on the swim, 152nd on the bike and 44th on the run. I think I know where to improve.

22 May

Valentia Island Sprint Triathlon 2010
1:17:37, 150th overall, 19th M40
swim: 17:24, T1 + cycle: 38:54, T2: 1:06, run: 20:13 (11:09 up, 9:04 down)