The excitement really kicked in the evening before, dancing whilst packing my tri gear to Michael Jackson’s Thriller! (haters gonna hate) The joy didn’t stop there, I got to carb load on a full pizza following my brothers advice (triple full distance Ironman fuelled on pizza and wagon wheel sandwiches ) So sleep alluded me…nerves, excitement, pizza overload who knows but it irked me to not get my 8 hours in.
Arrived keenly early and parked down at the hospital so I had to cycle up to transition, the first of the extra work outs of the day! I was spurred on though by Gabriel’s (awesome human) reassuring comment the day before, “think of it as a warm up” thanks Gabriel.
I latched on to Shannon (awesome human) and following her every move I set up my transition area paying special attention to the fabulous transition towel that Deanna (another awesome human) gave me for volunteering at the time trial, thanks Deanna this was literally the highlight of transition On to the second extra work out of the day, the walk down to Collins beach, lovely walk with Sally and Nina (more awesome humans) despite the cold. At the beach I followed Sally’s footsteps literally placing my new neon go faster runners right next to hers, well placed next to a rock for sitting (she’s done this before) but not out of reach of the bleedin bush Chuck! Ok here we go…swim start, following Sally like a puppy, she looked at my head and said “your doing the long course” shiiit I had a pink hat on what have I done? I dutifully stepped aside and watched them all take off into the deep Pacific Ocean. Ok now it’s my swim start 54321 go…heart racing, fumbling my Garmin I entered the water and face planted into sand…my heart was going so fast I could not get on top of my breathing and one by one everyone overtook me, with renewed spirit I latched on to the feet of someone then remembered we are not allowed to draft, I wondered if this meant swimming too but whilst I pondered the swimmer took off like a dolphin. I Finally found my rhythm and it was over, just when I was starting to enjoy it.
On to the next extra workout of the day…the uphill run to transition! I’m sorry but I’m my book this bloody counts and the long course is therefore a 10km run in total. Yay transition, ooh look my lovely towel, it feels so soft on my feet, stop it Jen, focus, get on the bloody bike! Out of transition and off we go, lost in the excitement of salted boiled potatoes and trail mix I lost track of my laps! I’m sure I did an extra one but we will never know. What I do know is those 7 (or8) laps were very cautious, wishing I had a mountain bike…bunny hopping the speed bumps is just not the same on a road bike! One particular bump was a real tooth breaker, nearly chocked on my potato! Back to transition, nearly done Jen, only 2 laps running the track to go. Final leg, the run…my main concern was making it to the finish line with no injuries. Playing over and over in my head was Deanna’s advice to enjoy it and run my own race, so I did, I took in the scenery and paced to not get injured and soon enough the finish was in sight.
What a rockstar finish it was, the pain of the UPHILL finish evaporated with the cheers and claps of the Warringah Tri club as I made it across the finish line, overwhelmed to be part of this awesome club.
I felt amazing, yes I came last in the results but for my first Triathlon I think that’s a great place to start, it was indeed a real thriller.