Fleet Half Marathon

Another year, another Fleet Half Marathon.

I love this race for so many reasons. And I also hate it because it is a painful half marathon. As it is the Inter service and RAF Championship event it is always in my calendar. I think I must always be one of the first people to register in October, and I start planning training. Like all good plans its all about different colours, and highlighters and symbols, I think of all the revision planning I did during my A levels, and how much time I could have actually spend revising! In this case my training plan took a lot of re-writing due to being injured, and not running at all from Aug- early Nov.

Over the winter training dribbled on, and come the beginning of march I was feeling pretty good. I raced a duathlon on the 8th, and then….2 weeks of illness. I got a stomach bug and then a virus which mean almost 0 training for the 2 weeks leading up to the race. So in the lead up to the race I cant say I was in the best frame of mind. I just kept telling myself rest is good, then the over training deamon on my shoulder kept telling me that it was terrible….and I might as well not bother! Common sense won in the end! A great session of yoga the day before really helped, and some wise words resonated in my ears, about accepting my body where and how it is today.

Race day came, which meant big yummy breakfast and being chauffered by my ever supportive other half.

I was very pleased the sun was shining. My warm up went well and I exchanged hello’s with the other RAF runners.

I vowed not to make the mistake I did last year which was to start in my predicted time area. All that happened was I spent the 1st mile weaving in and out of joggers, and

bannas. This time I started more towards the front and had a bit more clear space, which allowed for better pacing in the first few miles. I was pretty happy with the pace and progress was good. I was definitely feeling heavier than I would have liked due to my 2 weeks off, and I was certainly carrying around a couple of extra kg’s I didn’t need.

The first loop was over very quickly which was great, this means running through the town again and seeing the fantastic crowd! The RAF vest always gets lots of attention and cheers which is great to experience and be a part of.

Off into the countryside I was running with a group of Gurkahs who were impeccable at pacing! 6 min miles every mile….perfect! I then got some quite bad stitch and dropped off their pace abit. Come mile 10 I thought “this would be a great place to stop”. I hung on for the last few km. in the final km seeing out TM cheering on her bike was great.

The revised finish lay out was much better, although I totally missed where the clock was! Never mind, I pretty quickly received a text with all the info.

Thanks a million to the organisers, the lovely people of Fleet for cheering, and being patient with the road closures!

The first Multisport race of the season!

As the first ever 'proper' triathlon I did, the Dambuster Triathlon will forever have a special place in my heart (aaaw). However I have never done the duathlon. This was definitely a race of firsts for me, as someone who is still relatively new to the tri/duathlon scene. I had not attempted a standard distance duathlon before, and I had not done a race quite so early in the season

Early March is pretty early and I was expecting it to be very cold! It also crept up on me, and I hadn't been prepared enough to ride my TT bike, I thought the first time on it this year in a race, probably wasn't going to be wise, and it was blooming windy! Hats off to those who braved it! 

As always its a nice early start, register and get everything set up in transition. Duathlon always confuses me a little, as you start with your trainers and race belt on already...sounds simple, but with race brain engaged, anything can happen! 
 The fact it was the beginning of march made me a bit paranoid about the cold, and possibly the addition of a jacket on the bike was too much, but better too hot than so cold you are delirious (which I have experienced before, and it was not pretty) The race itself went OK ish. Unfortunately I was a little worse for wear, which I just thought was general tiredness after a busy week at work, but on Sunday I discovered it was a full blown virus. So after being a little disappointed with my performance on Saturday, and pretty horrified about the standard of my bike effort. When reflecting on Sunday in between vomiting and sleeping, it didn’t seem half bad! 


It was great to see the other RAF athletes out too and as always there was loads of support from the spectators and general public pottering about. One man even shouted Royal RAF Air Force, which made me smile at least! J This was also the first outing for my birthday present to myself, my Garmin 920XT. Since user error and me thinking about racing, rather than my watch, meant I didn’t get any splits or anything, the event is now logged as one giant 55km run, until I can work out how to edit it on Garmin connect….cant be that hard surely! Things I can say about it though are it is beautifully slim compared to the 210 I was using before, which means sleeves on and off are no drama (I can see this being a massive plus when it comes to a wetsuit). The display is beautifully clear too.
 

More rest for me until I'm 100% better, and hopefully a good run in a few weeks!

European Triathlon Championships - Kitzbuhel

I have been extremely slow in writing about this event, despite it being super-awesome itself, I had a less than perfect time which unsettled my Mojo for a while.

This time I was lucky to be able to travel with my mule, and we arrived in Kitzbuhel on Monday (before the race the following Sunday) which gave us lots of time to relax, take in the sights and do a little bit of training.

The long way down.



At the top of the horn!

The first day we took on the Kitzbuhele-horn which featured in the Elite European race of 2013. It involved 8km of climbing 4000ft, which was INCREDIBLE! I am a bit of a sadist on the bike, however the TT was not the tool for the job, but I don't have a garage full of carbon fibre machines to choose from. The way back down was a bit more terrifying, and we had to keep stopping for wheel cooling down breaks (maybe a bit over cautious, but I didn't want anything exploding before the race!)



The rest of the week featured all the usual pre race stuff like course recce, registration and racking. I have never been anywhere where I have had the luxury of being able to do a swim recce, and maybe this was an error to start doing things I had not done before. Following my swim recce, that afternoon I felt a little dodgy, then Friday (2 days before the race) I spent the entire day in bed, sweating, and shivering with a less than enjoyable stomach! (make of that what you will). I was now pretty worried about my race on Sunday. Saturday I felt better, but still not 100% and I managed to make it to the team brief and bike racking in the evening.

RACE DAY! Wake up at some offensive hour, try to cram some breakfast down my face, then off to the race. My race start was the second of the day at 0730. The start went OK, but after about 500m I was sick while swimming. If you have never experience this, it is very un-nerving. Unhappily this happened twice, and although I am an abdominal swimmer, my swim was much worse than expected, meaning lots to do on the bike and run. I was sick another couple of times on the bike which player havoc with my nutrition. I did however manage to enjoy the beautiful course, and I was catching up with people all the time which is always nice! Onto the run, and yep...sick again! However more people to catch and the end was well and truly in sight. I managed to claw my way up to 7th in my AG and posted the fastest run of the day which was a small victory.

I learned so much from this race, and although it didn't really go my way, it was fabulous experience, made all the better to have someone to share it with. Not only that, there were a handful of RAF Triathletes competing at the European Championships at both Sprint and Standard Distance which made celebrating all our achievements even better.
 
I even made it onto the race review! (My feet at 2:10 and me at 2:15 for a smidge of a second!) Age Group Standard Distance Highlights

Reflecting on the race now, and after realising that this race was on the anniversary (to the exact day) of my first Standard Distance Triathlon, and my first EVER open water swim, it just shows what you can do with hard work, determination and a bit of luck!
 

View from the top of the Hahnenkamm at the closing ceremony

Shropshire Triathlon

The first standard distance of the year!

The night before the big T, all I could here was rain, rain RAIN.

The day of the race I looked out of my window, and yes, it was still raining. The 1 hr drive, it rained all the way.

Registration and transition set up were all as normal and yes it was still raining.

Watching the first few waves set off, it was slightly disconcerting the green/blue splashes which could be seen. The lake was pretty full of blue/green algae, and I really didn't want to be ill leading up to the World Duathlon Champs next weekend.

Once we were in the water it was freezing, and visibility underwater was 0. the first 200m or so of the swim I had to swim my best face up front crawl as I could see absolutely nothing underwater and the mele of arms and legs was as bad as always.

The cold water temperature and the standing around in the rain meant that I was, yes, cold! I panicked slightly and my chest was really tight, also I had a really bizarre sensation in my quads. It was like my leg muscles had been replaced with concrete. I thought that the only option was 1. swim fast, or 2. sink like a stone.

Since it seems to be a rule I have to forget something on race day, this time I forgot to empty my Garmin, therefore before the swim start, it helpfully told me….Memory Full, and with not enough time to go through the thousand multifunction button presses needed to delete a meesely run, my watch had now become a useless wrist accessory.

So, out of the water I had no idea how the swim had gone, but I knew as always there were a lot of people in front of me. I found my bike with ease thanks to it being next to a giant tree.

The concrete leg sensation didn't subside for a while on the bike (I have no idea how long since my watch was rendered useless thanks to my lack of attention) it rained some more on the bike. Having read the race instructions it said there were some tricky climbs, which I was looking forward to since I am good at climbing. However these monstrous climbs as promised were nowhere to be found.

Eventually I came to a 10km sign, I had no idea what this was in relation to. It couldn't be 10km gone, surely?! Then 9km, how bizarre, they were counting down to transition. This gave me a welcome boost and before I knew it I was back in T2 and off onto the run.

Haha – not so fast Bagshaw, it would seem that my feet had been replaced with blocks of ice and I stumbled my way back to my position on the racking. My fingers were also useless and it took way too long to get my trainers on. After 5km on the run I finally got some feeling back into my feet. Running off the bike, and without the sensation of knowing what your feet are doing is very disconcerting. So the feeling came back, and, uh-oh, problem number 2, the tongue in my trainers was all twisted, in both shoes. This meant that I was now getting blisters on the TOP of my feet!

Woohoo – finish!

Sorry - no pics, so wet I didn't want to get phone soaked! 

Lessons Learned

Make sure watch is charged AND has memory.
A couple of seconds to make sure trainers are straight might be well spent.

Results at Stu Web http://www.stuweb.co.uk/event/1557 

Halton Hills

The Halton Hills is an off-road race which takes place in the woods surrounding RAF Halton. Good news for those non-military people in the local area is 99% of the route is on public byways so you can have a go yourself! 

The race was first run in 1979 and its founder was the late WO Don Cobley, an RAF PTI and British Olympian in the Modern Pentathlon in Melbourne (1956) and in Rome (1960). One of the most grueling hills on the course (Cobley’s Rise) bears Don’s name.

The route winds its way through the Wendover Woods for approximately 7.5 miles, and over 7 hills of varying steepness and longness. There is an overall ascent of 1200 ft, which I can assure you is enough!

The first hill ‘The Snake’ is very steep and very long. This is followed by a small period of respite along a gravelly flat before coming to Hill 2 – ‘Boddington Bank’. This is a gentle incline followed by ‘Wimp’s Way’, a gradual incline which merges into hill 4 – ‘Cemetery Hill’. Number 5 – ‘Cobley’s Rise’ is definitely the worst, and this broke me into a walk. At the top of the hill you reach the Wendover Woods 'Go Ape' so it is likely you will surprise a few members of the public with your panting and red face! Last 2, ‘Cardiac Arrest’ – steep, but short. And finally Hill 7 – ‘Legless Last’, to be honest I can't remember what this one was like. I was just glad it was coming to an end!! You can view the full route on Strava here.

I had a really great race, much better than I was expecting on-top of a fairly tough week of training which is always nice. I finished 1st Lady and 3rd overall, which I think is one of the best results I have had, however there was an absence of the usual male racing snakes. Plus the lead man decided 7.5 miles want hard enough and went the wrong way (accidentally) adding a significant amount of time and distance. In the mens race Mike Kallenberg destroyed the field to finish in 45.40, almost 10 mins ahead of his nearest rival. 

Hill Stats

Order run	Ascent	Distance
The Snake	80m	300m
Boddington Bank	35m	350m
Wimp’s Way	55m	250m
Cemetery Hill	45m	200m
Cobley’s Rise	65m	250m
Cardiac Arrest	55m	200m
Legless Last	55m	350m

Thank you's of course must go RAF Halton for organizing the event, the RAF Sports lottery for assisting with the funding and Ultrasport for the T-Shirts! :)

Full results can be found on the RAFAA website and pictures will be added in due course.