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Sunday, October 4, 2015


So ... I supported a friend on her very first ultra marathon last weekend. She was awesome.
So awesome I appear to be completely unable to write about it so instead have split it into ‘wins’ and ‘challenges’. 

Wearing same clothes. This was NOT planned ...
  • Not having to touch her feet.
  • Being (and I quote) ‘Best Pot Noodle Maker Ever’.
  • Keeping her fed and watered. And not eating all her food when I got bored. Although I *may* have finished the cocktail sausages. 
  • Being Best Support Ever as even after she’d told me about her gross, leaking feet I still lent her my Hoka trainers.
Lots of good running
  • Not having to run up That Hill.
  • Doing ‘galloping’ in the DryRobe. Both of us. In the same DryRobe. And NOT falling over.

  • Coordinating clothes. Whoops. 
  • Getting to be very, very proud of my friend and being on the lap with her when she crossed into Ultra and her longest distance ever.
  • KNOWING that she’ll remember her pride when she did it and forget the sore feet and be ready to enter another one. Whatever she says right now. 

Stuffing all available pockets with cocktail sausages. Good plan. 

Finding the balance between wearing ALL the clothes and being able to move forwards
  • Not eating all her food.
  • Timing it right so someone else was there when she needed Foot Help.
  • Not eating all her food.
  • Timing it right so someone else was there when she needed Foot Help.
  • Not eating all her food.
  • Timing it right so someone else was there when she needed Foot Help.
  • Stopping self saying “I’m SO proud of you.” ALL THE TIME. 

Thursday, October 1, 2015

Support Sheet for Colleagues of Runners: Working With a Runner? We Can Help


How do you know your colleague is a runner? They will mention this or their multiple marathons, races or horrendous feet within 20 minutes of their introduction into your working environment. You may also be able to spot strange tan lines and broken or missing toenails depending on the strictness of the uniform in your workplace.  

Conversation & Your Runner
Be able to engage in a debate about:
  • Why everyone should start running.
  • Whether running is good for the joints.
  • Whether obstacle runs are real races.
  • Chia seeds, quinoa and why beetroot is a superfood.

Learn why you must never use the follow lines:
  • “There is a valid place in running for Fit Trainers”.
  • “Headphones should be allowed in road races.”
  • “‘Born To Run’ isn’t a very good book. And ‘chia’ is a made up word.”

What the safe phrases are. These include:
  • “So have you ever had a blister? Have you any pictures of your worst one?”
  • “So what’s your 5k PB? What’s the secret to a fast 5k?”
  • “So trainers ... what’s your choice of trainers. What would you recommend?” 

Walk Identification
Be aware what sort of walks to mention. DO mention the stiff legged smug ‘Marathon’ walk. Do NOT mention the ‘undercarriage chafing’ walk. Refer to Guide Sheet A to be sure of identifying these correctly. 

Snack Allowance
  • Designate a team member to keep the snack box key. This must at all times include flapjack, chocolate and fruit. The runner must NEVER be in charge of the snack box but may be allowed to choose items when supervised. 

Things to Watch For
  • They hoard toilet paper. Be aware of this. Do not take action until the desk drawers won’t shut. 
  • Be prepared to inspect medals and belt buckles. Do not use subjective comments like “Valerie’s Race For Life medal was bigger than this.” Instead try to stick to generalisations such as “Nice bling!” and “Great job!”
  • If they are injured, they will be irrational, grumpy, and basically all of the 7 dwarves of running. You may want to suggest they work from home on these days. 
  • Ensure there is a ready supply of rubber bands that will double as hair ties. DO not allow your runner to get anxious or they may start to develop pre-race behaviour which involves binge drinking coffee, pacing and going to the loo multiple times. Also ensure there are always a minimum of 4 safety pins within eyesight of the runner as this will alleviate anxiety. 

  • Give them a 5 minute slot after every weekend to allow them to talk about their races. This will allow them to be able to boast about the races but within a time slot which means you can back to actual work. Failure to ask may result in: sulking, constantly talking about weekend activities, passive aggressive facebook statuses about ‘How No-One At Work Understands Me’. Failure to set a time limit may result in: talking about running all day, encouraging other innocent staff members to take up running. 
  • Keep a spare deodorant in case of emergencies. Everyone is allowed to forget once in a while but this should not be encouraged. Likewise babywipes in case of shower failure. 
  • Learn what a fartlek is and why you must not laugh at this term. Smirking is allowed.
  • Mark race dates in the team calendar and remember to ask to see the medal / finisher line photo. You need to do this within 15 minutes of the runner entering the office after the race weekend to stop a) Sulks b) Tantrums c) The runner spending all day on company time on computer entering races to alleviate post-race blues and sulking because s/he hasn’t had a chance to tell anyone about their race. Also ensure the lift is working on these days as otherwise 15 minutes may need to be set aside for stair navigation. 
  • Meetings should finish promptly and preferably before the hour as the runner will have to maintain full use of their lunch hour to fit the longest run in possible in the time and will have complicated timings for each section such as: Chair to bathroom (3 mins or 7 mins if can’t avoid talking to Clive from accounts). Change into run kit (3 mins). Shower after run (6 mins). And will have diligently added these up to work out MRT (maximum run time). Meetings that run over will eat into MRT and may cause anger issues although the late minutes of a meeting may be a good time to get a runner to agree to a task as they will agree to virtually anything to get out onto their run on time. “Secondment as post boy? Sure.”
  • They may occasionally fall asleep at their desk. Ignore this and let them sleep instead focusing on all the additional working days you’re getting from them not being sick. And focus on how glad YOU are that they’re doing all this energetic stuff and you don’t have to.
  • London is NOT the only marathon. And it is NOT the longest marathon. Please refer to appendix A: Running distances and their names. Please note that Race For Life does not appear on this. 
  • Ensure you separate a tapering runner from any ill colleagues. Do not allow sneezing within a 10m radius as this can actually cause an entire seasons worth of sulking and years of stories about “I would have run a sub 3hr marathon if only I hadn’t caught Julie from payroll’s dreadful strain of French flu...”
  • Understand why it’s ok to spend £20 on a pair of socks. 
  • Never EVER mention the Race For Life in the same breath as a marathon. 
  • NEVER ask them if they did a negative split unless they volunteer this information.
  • Never EVER use the phrases “So you went out too fast?”, “You didn’t train hard enough” or “You just weren’t really trying.” These may result in bitch slaps from their puny runners arms. These won’t hurt but you may spill your coffee. 
  • Do not let them practise snot rockets in the office. Do not let them practise sprints in the office. Do not let them practise beer miles in the office. 
  • Do not limit toilet breaks the day after a race and never underestimate the effect that multiple gels can have on a runner’s system. Note: See Appendix B, toilet paper stocks. 
Managing Multiple Runners
Be aware if you have more than one runner in your team you will have multiple actions: 
  • Suggest running talk be kept to break times (otherwise this can impact meetings and disrupt team time with jargon involving splits, yasso 800s and other made up running terms. 
  • Schedule lunch times and start times to eliminate shower wait time and the aroma of stinky runner in the office.
  • Implement rules from the start ensuring dirty kit can NOT be kept under desks. This includes trainers and heart rate straps.
  • Absolutely no encouraging each other to enter races on work time and using work computers.
  • Allow 2 pieces of running memorabilia per desk maximum.
  • Do NOT allow them to talk to customers about running. 
  • Encourage them to buy new kit. New kit is expensive and will encourage productivity as they strive for their targets for extra bonus. 
Benefits of Encouraging Runners into Your Working Environment
  • Runners will tend to have less sick days. Sick days from work will mean they can’t train. Not training will mean they will get slower. You may need to tell them to go home when limbs are hanging off and they are a germ factory. 
  • You will find them useful at figures after years of working out paces, speeds and whether a 6:43 min/mile will get them a course PB. Utilise this awareness of figures for straight-line projections and monthly targets. 
  • High boredom threshold after all those hours pounding out road miles in marathon training. Great for data entry and spreadsheet creation. 

Managing Special Occasions
Be aware that the runner’s anxiety may spike during special occasions especially if there is a birthday and cake or chocolate is given as a gift or brought in by colleagues. The runner’s will power is never amazing and you may experience a swing from “I deserve this I ran 14 miles last night” to “I must NEVER eat sugar. I am a toned athlete whose body is a temple.” Both of these emotions may be seen in the same runner within the same hour.
Also be aware when booking a team meal that for runners coming up to their A race, the nominated restaurant needs to have the following menu sections:
  • Sugar-free
  • Gluten-free 
  • Vegan 
  • High fat
  • Low fat
  • Superfood
And for runners who have just completed their A race the menu needs to have: 
  • all-you-can-eat-buffet 
(Your runner may tell you they need “Alll the food” and they “Totally Deserve This.” Just nod and agree.)

First aid 
  • Keep corn plasters and Vaseline on hand.  Understand why Vaseline is a necessary addition to the first aid box. Understand why chafes are the ‘invisible piranhas’ of the running world. Why blisters should mean an extra 3 days annual leave. Dog attack counselling. Debate groups for why cyclists should be allowed to share paths. 
  • Snacks. These are also classified as First Aid. See Appendix C.
  • Post Race Blues. Be sure you can identify the signs of this particularly after a DNF or a big race. If unmanaged this may lead to your runner trawling race pages in search of The Next Big Race, loss of running motivation (and associated benefits) and general grumpiness.  


Your runner should be a valuable and contributing member of your workplace, so long as you are careful to follow the rules laid out for your and their safety. So long as these guidelines are followed you will have a dedicated team member and an employee you can guarantee will strive for their salary if only to feed their increasing trainer and race entry habit. 

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Daisy’s Story: Please Don’t Leave Me in The Car

As usual I was in the back of the car. I could see out of the windows but they were all closed firmly. I had to sit in the back and sulk. I wasn’t even allowed on the seats.

Sarah had been out but had left me locked in the car and I had swapped glances with the others like me. Stuck in the back of the cars waiting for their owners to return. Not allowed out in the fresh air. It was hot and stuffy in the car.

I watched her walk past the car without a backwards glance. There were others like me, out with their owners enjoying the paths and the grass. But here I was. In the car. She even had an ice cream. Did I get one? Of course not.

I sulked for the whole drive back to the hotel room but perked up when we got there in the hope of going out with her for a breath of fresh air, to have a quick look around and a chance to explore. New smells, new sights ... but I was just taken straight to the bland hotel room and put in the corner. 

*Huff* I was in WALES! And I hadn’t even been allowed out once. I had to look at the mountains through the car windows. I hadn’t had so much as a sniff of the sea air. No going on the beach, no exploring the paths, nothing. 

We had an early start the next day and she faffed about, carrying bags around and sticking stickers on herself. I even got one. At least I’m getting SOME attention. And at least mine was mostly straight. She’d managed to stick her own to the chair, to her fingers and had even had to colour in the middle of the ‘3’ on her leg with a pen after she couldn’t get it off the chair. Nice look, Sarah. Nice look. 

As Sarah shut the hotel room behind us, I spotted a few others with their owners. We were all being held tightly – no chance for a rest or a quick explore, we were being taken straight to the cars. 

Then it was back in the car and we were driving to the start between the mountains. Why were we DRIVING again? We could be out in this, racing in between the gorgeous mountains, pink and purple with heather. The roads were winding and twisty and you could see white mist over the lake.  It all looked very still and serene. No indication of the flurries of movement and excitement to come.

Sarah parked up in a field full of cars and I looked around. There were others like me everywhere! Some being carried, others moving gracefully next to their owners, some still waiting to be let out of the car. It was so exciting!!! 

Sarah exchanged a few words with a friend who quite by chance had parked next to us. I looked out of my window and spotted the other in her friend’s car. We exchanged excited looks! Soon we’d be able to get out of the cars and get going!

We went together into the park. I was on my very best behaviour – I didn’t want to give Sarah any excuses not to take me out for the chase. I stayed quiet and moved smoothly next to her, letting her guide me to where we needed to be. She showed her number to the guard on the gate and he checked my number and we were both let through together. 

Our matching numbers were on a post and we went up and I rested against the one next to our space. She was faffing about with bags and shoes and food but I kept calm. It would soon be my turn to explore these beautiful mountains with her. 

The park (or ‘transition’ as she called it) was on a lake edge so we had a view across the people with their others and down across the length of the lake, bordered by mountains on either side. It was incredibly beautiful. But the lake was also stone grey and chill looking. Sarah would be swimming. I didn’t envy her that – the speed and beauty of the paths would be enough for me. 

There were a few announcements over the tannoy telling number 489 that their Other has been moved. It hasn’t been lost or stolen but racked in the CORRECT place. A few giggles. Race number 489 kept quiet and didn’t own up. I hope they found their Other.  

Sarah was quiet too. Quiet and nervous. She was in her wetsuit but soon it would be time for us to play and we would be flying across the hills. Drums played as she walked to the start. It made it very atmospheric and as though she was walking to her doom in the slate grey water. The drums of Bala calling her to take her place in its chill water.

She took a long time. A LONG time and then suddenly she was there. Gasping with the cold from the lake water and with a mark where she had been hit in the face by another swimmer. Quick wetsuit off, trainers on and we were off. 

A lot of others like me were already gone – out on the roads, enjoying the chase and the flight and the cool fresh air. It was so beautiful out here. We’d driven these roads the day before but it all feels different in the car, the stale car air doesn’t compare to the wind flying past and being out among the Others and the mountains. All chasing and flowing in a pack, changing positions, sometimes surging ahead, other times letting others pass.  

It was wonderful being out and part of the joy was that the whole route felt fast and quick. Others coming the opposite direction looked as though they were always climbing but it never felt that steep when we did it The way out to the turning point felt a long way despite the amazing views of the mountains and the lake glimpsed between the trees. 

Despite the thrill of the chase and the freedom there were plenty of pairs walking. A man passed us and his Other was making a strange noise, which increased in volume until they stopped at the side of the road. What bad luck on such a beautiful day.  

We overtook a girl with a sleek, quick looking Other which is always satisfying but we got to the turnaround point just behind someone who was very wobbly. We were turning to the right and I didn’t like to overtake her on the inside as but 3 Others who I’d previously overtaken weren’t so courteous and came up the inside. She apologised after I went past for her slowness, but there’s no shame in being careful. Sarah was dreading the way back as the cyclists coming the other direction had made it look so tough, but we flew up the hills and found them hardly enough to trouble us. The views across the mountains and the fun of the case and the race worked its magic.

The route was glorious and the weather perfect. There was a sneaky headwind on the way back that stopped me enjoying the down hills as much as I’d have liked to and meant I’d had to work to maintain the speed on them but the surroundings were beautiful. In fact I was too busy looking at the mountains that I ran over a massive piece of roadkill. Thump thump. I tried to ignore the fact that I had to go back in the car with this splattered on me later ...

Coming back towards the transition area, we were passing people who had dropped their Others off and were running and already coming up to the 3 mile mark. Wow ...! There really were some speedy pairs out today!

We slowed down coming towards  the transition and Sarah bounded across the line on the road and managed to get her feet untangled from me and avoided a floor level dismount and we ran through to our spot. There was no space as the others were jammed up close and had taken over our spot! The cheek! 

But we found some room and I had my well earned rest while Sarah went out for a run. Always rushing about. She was back in not long and I heard her muttering about PBs and pints of beer but I didn’t care. I’d had my ride. It was good. For those mountains and that chase through the roads I’d even forgive her for leaving me in that stuffy car while she recced the triathlon route. 

Now just to get this roadkill off my tyres. 

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Vitruvian Triathlon Race Report: WWE Smackdown, Roadkill & Playing Shit Swimmer

I was being climbed over. Women were grabbing my legs and pulling themselves over my back. Every time I raised my arm, it knocked into someone, their face, their shoulder, their legs. I was getting hit in the head, people were pushing me down. Worrying, people dressed in rubber and lycra. It was like being in a WWE Smackdown. But with more water. And less rules. And with having to swim 1.9km. 

Like this. But more water. (Source)
I don’t know what they were all so angry about. I’d done my part with helping to warm the water up at the start. There were 3 people trying to draft off every pair of feet, shoulder barging to get a good position. I was relieved that I’d double-hatted – putting two hats on with the 2nd over the strap of the goggles so if (when) I got kicked in the head I wouldn’t lose my goggles. I’d had the option of new leaky goggles or old non leaky scratched ones. Some people have rose tinted specs. I had London smog goggles. Luckily the buoys we were swimming around were about 15ft high and neon orange or I might have ended up in Normanton. 

Photo by Craig McNaney

The struggle cleared out slightly then it all went mad again when we were swimming around the first buoy which wasn't helped by a woman in front of me doing breastroke around it. Not sure what her strategy was but if it was ‘hold up 200 angry women swimmers’ then it was definitely working. Hope she got clotheslined.

I spotted a friend’s pink goggles as she moved her head to breathe in the thrashing white water then she was in front of me and gave me a cracking kick to the face. Right. Well she was OFF my ‘Friends-To-Share-Bodyglide-and-Inner-Tubes-With’ list. It felt as though I’d been knocked back 2 foot in the water but at least there was no way the goggles were coming off now. The kick had stuck them on so securely I was going to have to remove them using a pair of pliers in the style of the Operation board game.

The Operation Board Game (Source)

I got a move on to avoid any more Karate Kid moves and put a bit of a sprint on to get past. The white water disappeared and I ended up in a patch of clear water. All of a sudden I could take a breath without someone’s foot ending up in my mouth and raise my arm without taking someone’s leg with me. It was a bit weird after all the jostling and shoving. I enjoyed the being-able-to-breathe but without a pack and feet to follow it was easy to fall into ‘pootle pace’.  

I managed the Australian exit – a posh way of saying ‘run up a plank and then jump back into the water again’ – without falling over, falling off the plank or looking like a plank and got a move on for the final lap. The water had cleared a bit now as the swimmers had spread out and I concentrated on my swimming form and getting out of this without being exhausted, kicked in the face again or drinking too much urine-infused lake water.

Coming towards the lake exit for the final time I noticed a swimmer beside me with a smooth measured stroke and familiar wetsuit. We swam alongside each other for the final stretch and I thought how nice it was that I got to swim with my friend Loz with whom I’d shared so many training sessions in the last 8 months training for this race. Then I was up the exit ramp and running with my wetsuit on. Another lady tried to turn it into a race but as she struggled to remove her wetsuit on the move, I just ran. 

Think happy thoughts, think happy thoughts ... I've got to ride 50 miles on my bike now. Shit.

Towards transition ... and hang on ... where? Who’s moved transition?? Coach Mary’s bellow cut through the confusion and she pointed out the entrance to transition which had been previously blocked and I ran through towards the bike. 

Last night, I’d dreamed that I had done all my race preparation so I’d woken up this morning confused about what I’d actually done and what I’d needed to do. I hoped I hadn’t dreamt about pumping up the tyres and racking the bike. 

Cycle – 50 miles

After doing the usual Stretch Armstrong style fighting with the wetsuit to remove it, I managed a fairly swift transition. I pushed the bike through the melee at the mount line and started running and leapt on. This actually worked for once and there was no ‘missing the bike’, ‘falling over the bike’ or comedy ‘riding kerb of death’ moments. Get me. Am like actual triathlete. If only I could actually clip my shoes in without looking like I was attempting Riverdance on two wheels I would be sorted. 

Having left my gloves on my tri bars, I did my best impression of someone extremely hungry for fabric by putting these on using my teeth. In my time-honoured Crap Race Photo tradition this is where the photographer caught me on the bike. Thanks then. It stopped me gurning though I suppose. Even I can’t manage my usual gurn when I’ve got gloves in my mouth. I look as though I’m most of the way through eating a competitor though. Maybe someone who kicked me in the head during the swim ... 

You kicks me, I eats you ...

I took it steady up the hills out of the park. I had no choice. In the race briefing at the start of the race they told us “if you've left bike in big ring you've got a problem. But too late to sort it as we’re starting the race now ...” 

Out on the main road I couldn’t get any speed up. My legs felt weak and I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. ‘Please no. Not another Pitsford triathlon...’ I resolved to spin my legs until I’d warmed up and was slightly reassured that everyone appeared to be struggling. Misery definitely likes company. Especially when Misery is doing their very first 70.3 race and wants to know that no-one else’s legs are working properly either. 

The thing that the Vitruvian is famous for is the ‘Rutland Ripple’. These are 3 steep hills in the cycle course which come one after the other without giving you much recovery time. I’d been dreading these but knew that once I’d done these, the cycle course was very fast and mainly flat. 

I worked my way up these steadily, overtaking others on the up hills and being overtaken on the downs. Although I had to smile when an older gent in his 60s breezed past me, sitting very upright on the 3rd hill of the Ripple and cheerily remarked it was a lovely day for a ride. Git. Chirpy, excellent hill riding git.

The Ripple flew past and going down the 3rd hill – enjoying the wind in my face – I laughed. The hard part of the first lap was already done. This might actually be do-able. I might be able to do this.   

The elevation of the course

On the longer races, you end up playing leapfrog with other cyclists as your strengths are different but your average speed is the same. I played this with a lady as I overtook her on the up hills and she would always catch me on the down hills. After the 5th time I over took her I apologised and we laughed about getting déjà vu. It’s good though as it means I don’t relax so much on the down hills and flats where I normally would, but kept trying to increase speed so I didn’t get picked up again. I get well huffy about being overtaken. And if I’m huffing I’m not pedalling.

The bike section of a triathlon is the longest part and you end up playing games to keep yourself occupied. My very favourite is Shit Swimmer. I get lots of men flying past me on the bike and I know that the reason they’re flying past me now is because they’ve taken so long on the swim. It makes me feel slightly better about the fact that they’re going AT LEAST 10mph faster than me on the bike and making me look as though I am actually not moving at all. Note: DON’T remember halfway through that a lot of these men will have started their swim at least 10 minutes behind your swim ...

I was ¾ of the way through the first lap and I realised I was enjoying it. I was keeping an eye on the mile times but not worrying about them. Just keeping pushing and concentrating on spinning my legs. “High cadence! High cadence!” 

I had to go back into the park by Rutland Water to start my 2nd lap and there was a bottle drop there. I wasn’t ENTIRELY sure how this worked. Apparently I’d throw one of my bottles away and pick up another from people holding them out. What if I missed? Was I allowed to go around again? I’d only brought one bottle with me.

I compromised by NOT dropping my first bottle but managing to snag a 2nd which I stuck into the bottle cage behind my seat. The drink was one that I hadn’t trained with and I’d heard horrible stories about incredibly upset tummies from people who have used a new race drink on race day but I decided that even if I couldn’t trust my farts at least the massive chamois pad in my trisuit would have some use as an adult nappy. It certainly wasn‘t working to shield my arse from the saddle. I was going to have another use for those board game Operation pliers - picking my trisuit out of my bum ...    

I headed back out onto the 2nd lap and the landmarks swished past: Roundabout, The Ripple, farmhouse where old woman tried to kill me in March, the cement works, windmill, squished rabbit with its guts hanging out, pub ...

The hills were a lot more difficult on the 2nd lap. I’d done 2 rides of 50 miles before this race but this would be the longest distance I’d ridden when I’d finished and I could tell that I definitely needed some more practise on long, hilly rides. Or an engine on the bike. Or a push up the hill. 

The 2nd hill on the Ripple is the toughest and I genuinely wanted to get off and push the bike up the hill. Pretty much the only reason I didn't was because I'd just overtaken a lady and didn't want to be overtaken back. Also there was a race photographer at the top of the hill. Pride before Pushing. 

The rest of the bike section flew past and the hills got significantly harder as my legs got more tired but I was pleased that my pace hadn’t dropped too much. I saw the sign for Rutland Water and flew in to the dismount sign and heard some cheering! My friends were all cheering me on and into transition 2 which was wonderful. I hadn’t expected them so it was amazing!

The 2nd transition felt pretty quick (despite no doubt looking as though I was doing the Chariots of Fire slow motion run) and I headed out for the run with 3 gels stuffed in the pockets of my trisuit. 

Run – 13.1 miles

The run was 13.1 miles long and it was out to Normanton Abbey along the side of Rutland Water and back. And then the same again. 

The thought of doing 13 miles of double backs was horrendous so I decided to turn it into a game. Each time we got to Normanton Abbey and the turnaround point, we would be given a band for our wrists and when we’d collected 2 then we’d be able to pass under the finish arch. Basically I told myself I just needed to pick up a band, get home, pick up another band and then I’d be done. Just needed to think of it like this rather than as a half marathon. A half marathon sounded much further than a game of ‘Collect the Bands’. 

I headed out on the run with my usual off-the-bike running style of ‘Oh-God-I’ve-Shit-Myself-And-Then-Wiped-With-Stinging-Nettles’. 

Coach Mary bravely ran out to meet me (despite the running style and potential brown-accident-blast-radius) as she’d missed me off the bike as I was 10 minutes under my target time. Lovely to see her as she was supposed to be somewhere else in important meetings not cheering in lost swimmers and early cyclists ...

At about mile 1 on the run, I caught up with another lady and we started chatting. It really helped having some company and it made pacing easier especially on the hilly and grassy sections. We decided which drinks stations to stop at and waited for each other and decided to try and do the whole run together. A man went past us on his last lap and said "Not far now" to us. I’m sure it was meant kindly but with about 9 miles to go, there WAS a long way to go. “I wonder if WE’LL be that smug on our last lap” I wondered. I focused on the band waiting for me at the abbey. 

We picked up our bands and had a drink and on the way back I saw my friend Jo coming the other way. Jo had run a blistering race at Dambuster and we high-fived as she went past and she called "I'm gonna catch you!" Always nice to have a bit of friendly competition! 

The heat was really building up now and without much shade on the run route there was no respite. My friend told me she was finding it a bit tough and told me to go on without her. I said, “We’ve got this” and we ran a bit further. She struggled to maintain pace and told me to go on. I said no as it was nice to have the company but the 3rd time she asked I checked if it was really ok and went. We agreed to meet at the finish line. 

I saw Loz and Liz heading out together looking strong. They were running well and somehow avoiding my Brown-Accident style running. Flash gits. 

I came back into the home section and knew that the next time I came in I would be able to run under the finish arch. I would be done. I headed out for the last time, for the last band.  

I saw Angela running along, looking strong and waved at her. She was smiling as usual and looking as though she was having a lovely time. I’d spotted Sarah and Linda and I’d been keeping an eye out for Simon and Lily but hadn’t seen them, then on the final stretch home there they were! I got a cheer and then I was past but it was worth it. 

I was having a gel at each end point which were 3 miles apart and taking water there and at the one end of the dam. This was how often I’d take gels in a marathon or half marathon and it seemed to be working. Or it was until the last mile when my knees went wobbly. Very strange feeling although probably fairly amusing to watch. It’d felt great up until this point and I certainly wasn’t stopping now. I’d get under that arch even if I had to grab someone’s ankle as they ran past and tether myself to them using a combination of safety pins, leg hair and grass to get them to pull me there.

Coming up to the yacht club and the mini hill, I knew I’d be running past my friends so I mustered everything for do a sprint finish. Or what felt at the time like a sprint finish. But which must have appeared to spectators as a crawl finish. I didn’t care. I was aiming for that finish arch and the medal and the ice cream and pint of beer I would be having as soon as I crossed underneath it.

Between a row of cheering faces and my name on the PA system and I was under the arch and done. I was a Vitruvian. I had completed my first 70.3, my first half ironman and I was done. 

Total: 5:17

Swim: 41:41
T1: 2:24
Bike: 2:50:47
T2: 1:40
Run: 1:40:43

Thanks to:
  • Coach Mary of course. Even when you did ‘Cross Voice’. 
  • Loz & Liz for being awesome training buddies. Even if you did wee in ALL the lakes I swim in. And probably the swimming pools.
  • The lady in transition who untangled me from my own bike when I bent down to put my bike shoes down and got my plait stick in the brakes.
  • Cath who took me out for my very first long ride and didn’t complain once even when I was slow and it started raining REALLY hard. 
  • James thanks to whom I was too terrified to let my cadence drop below 85.
  • Andrianna for the hug at the beginning and the hug at the end and for being the first person to say “well done”. 
  • Random lady on the bike section who wound her car window down and offered me a gel from the car. I didn’t take it though. I can’t cycle in a straight line with BOTH hands on the bike.
  • Jo – for getting her toes pulled during the race swim. Amazing. Shouldn’t laugh but this is brilliant.
  • Angela, Sarah and Linda for all the smiles and shared training sessions.
  • And of course Simon & Lily. For disrupted weekends, evenings and for putting up with me and the piles of kit that have appeared all round the house. And for putting up with the bike which now lives in the house. (The garage is too cold – she gets scared)