Ironman 70.3 UK recap
Race weekend was finally here. Wimbleball is 3 and a half hour trip from London and so I set off early on saturday to go straight to the lake and register and rack my bike. I was a little apprehensive about how the whole bag scenario was going to go and how intense it would be at the race briefing. I shouldn’t have worried as everyone was incredibly nice, welcoming and laid back. There were however some really serious athletes. I could’t get over their bodies!
Lots of people in the briefing were new to the distance so I wasn’t alone. I headed back to the car in the sunshine and spent some time organising my bags. Putting stickers on everything before heading down to transition to rack my bike and put my bags away. Knowing I wouldn’t be able to touch them meant it’s slightly nerve-racking leaving them, but it was time for dinner and bed as it was an early start on Sunday.
I woke up in a sweaty mess but no time to panic as the best part of the day was coming up - putting on number tattoos. I care how stupid they make you look, you feel like a badass. With my war paint on I drove over to the lake super early and fussed with my bike tires. Before I knew it I was in the water and the gun had gone off.
I had a thoroughly uneventful swim, with no blows to the face, flying elbows or getting lost. I came out of the water in a steady 38 mins feeling fresh and calm. The bike I know would be tough but manageable after my recce and as long as I kept up my average speed I would get round within the cut off. I wasn’t going to hammer it either though, as I wanted to make sure I would have as much chance as possible on the run. The hills were easier this time round as I felt comfortable knowing where they ended allowing my to just spin up them in my own time and not blow half way up like a lot of people did. No getting off the bike. It was going to be a hot day and the sun came out on my second lap. It was a nice boost and I was making steady progress. All I could think was don’t be unlucky enough to have a mechanical. Which thankfully I didn’t and came rolling into T2 in 4 hours 6 minutes.
The run was the best bit. I had 3 and a half hours in the bag before the cut off and you can walk a half marathon in that time so under the 22 degree sun I set off running the flats and walking the hills, of which there are a few and quite steep. It was an all terrain course with a fair few sections on grass so terrible it felt like sports day. I just coasted round enjoying every last minute and crossed the line in 7 hours 31 minutes with a big smile on my face and a thought, “Well that wasn’t so hard”. I am stoked that the race went smoothly and I that I enjoyed it. The only problem now is - I WANT MORE. And I know I can go faster.