“if triathlon was easy then everyone would be doing it.”
As I’ve heard many times before “if triathlon was easy then everyone would be doing it.” Well, this weekend was a perfect example of this.
Arriving late in Forster on the Friday night, my family of 3 drove across the bridge into town remembering back to that famous day last April when Warringah reclaimed the Club Champs… what a day (and night) it was, the best 2 points this family has ever earned! More noticeable though were the empty streets, with few signs of life as all those participating the next day were fast asleep.
Arriving down at the check-in area at Forster keys, there were plenty of familiar club faces decked out in the ‘Warringah blue’ and looking forward to the hours ahead. Coach Andy was delivering his final good luck pep talk while those in the early legs of the teams event were giving instructions on where to get the ice for the esky.
Once out on the bike it was onto the roads where many believe triathlon was born in Australia through the National Ironman. I’ve since read that legendary names such as Scott, Welch, McCormack, Thorsen, Smith and Bottomley have also ridden these roads in the past. The first lap was comfortable with the exception of local traffic queues and some potholes.
Exiting main beach to head south for the second time, the sky had now changed to a dark black mess of cloud. Within minutes the southerly headwind had picked up and my helmet was being pounded with bullet-like raindrops. While you can’t control the conditions I silently loved the hard work and adventure that I was in.
So much so, that I was surprised to be interrupted by an official on a motorbike with a yellow card. Drafting you say? Who, me?
With a gusty tail wind and a temper to match I decided to race angry for the first time ever and the result was pleasing. Pulling into the penalty box I was greeted by another ‘cheat’ then promptly asked for my name and the charge handed out by the officials. There was no use making up a story, we were all drenched and honestly it was nothing they hadn’t heard before. It was, after all, my first time in the sin bin.
Crossing the finishing line, as always, was a great feeling, especially when handed a Challenge Family beer mug filled to the brim. How good is that? My time exceeded any expectations even when considering the battle through the conditions. Some of the PB’s and experiences of the WTC warriors was sensational to hear, awesome work!! While the athletes had a tough day out a special mention must go to the tremendous supporters, they rallied right to the end. Especially Emma and 2 year old Lucy – running in and out of torrential rain is no easy feat. Thanks for spending another few hours on the sideline cheering me on.
See you all at the next race - Ryan
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