It’s been over a month now since I did my first triathlon so I thought it was about time I blogged about the experience!
Despite the months of training beforehand I didn’t feel very prepared in the week leading up to it, primarily because I’d been nursing a cold but also because I’d pulled an all nighter on the Thursday to watch the election results. Also, having never done a triathlon before, I was essentially clueless about everything from whether I’d done enough training to what I was supposed to wear. The stress-induced dreams where I was late, couldn’t find my bike, got lost and so on in the run up to the triathlon meant that by the night before I was a nervous wreck. My dad was doing the triathlon with me but couldn’t answer the question of whether I could wear flip flops by the pool and the myriad of other bizarre queries I had bouncing around my brain.
Sunday morning dawned and I was still overwhelmed with nerves. Knowing that I’d collapse if I didn’t eat anything was literally the only thing that enabled me to choke down some breakfast. On arriving in Ashbourne we started to see course signs and other triathletes but everything still felt unreal. Thankfully everyone was really friendly and didn’t mind dealing with my ridiculous questions when we were setting everything up in the transition area. I also was faintly reassured when the event photographer assured me that he’s heard lots of people claim to be on the verge of a panic attack before their first triathlon!
Time kept disappearing in that annoying way it does when you’d really rather prefer it to slow down so before I knew it I was leaving my bike and heading off to the pool. I’d been concerned about hanging around by the pool freezing to death whilst I waited to start but I needn’t have worried – it was like a greenhouse in there. My dad kindly took custody of my spare clothes and shoes and I was on my own. I waited anxiously with the other competitors due to start around the same time as we waited for our different groups to be called up to the start. The other women starting at around the same time had all painted their toenails as well so we bonded a bit over that whilst I tried to work out if I swam as fast as the swimmers already in the water.
After what felt like hours we were eventually called to the start line and told to get in the water. We were given 30 seconds which was just enough time for me to discover my nose clip was refusing to stay on and we were off. The swim felt quite hard, evidently I hadn’t shaken off the cold as thoroughly as I’d hoped. I almost caused a pile up as well trying to overtake someone on my second lap – after that I just coped with the slightly slower man in front! I made it through my 16 lengths, leapt out of the pool and starting running towards my bike – which was much further away than I’d normally run in bare feet! Part 1 was done and although I felt like I’d swum slowly I was glad it was out of the way.
I made less of a hash of putting shoes and socks on in a rush than expected and remembered not to cycle before the start line which was pretty much all I was hoping to achieve in the transition stage! The bike ride was actually enjoyable, even though bits of it were on the A52, probably because I’ve been cycling regularly for nearly two years now. Dad had been assured by the organisers that the course only had “gentle hills” but I soon discovered that this wasn’t really the case! There were three biggish hills in the first half of the course, one of which I just got off and walked up. I definitely didn’t have my normal amount of stamina so I just took a break, got a drink and got back on my bike at the top. The second half of the ten mile course was a little bit less hilly and as I turned back on to the main road back into Ashbourne I began to feel like I might actually be able to do this.
As I came in there were other competitors, one of whom was my dad by some weird fluke, going out shouting good luck which was lovely. All too soon I was jumping off my bike and heading off for the run. Running after cycling is the strangest sensation, your legs just feel like jelly, but I’d experienced it a few times in training so wasn’t too thrown. The first part of the course was through an old railway tunnel which was quite exciting and then we were out onto the Tissington Trail. Running is my weakest discipline but I’ve been doing a lot of it so I know how to power through a 3 mile run – basically run as much as possible, walk when you need to and pray nothing starts hurting! The run was two laps of the same course which didn’t help as much as I’d thought it would – there’s something disheartening about getting to the end and having to turn around and do the same thing again. Luckily there was lots of encouragement, both from other competitors and from a few spectators on the course, particularly the little boys giving all the competitors high fives! Before I knew it I was running back through the tunnel for the final time and heading for the finish line. As soon as I came around the final corner I could hear cheers from Andy and my family who’d come to see me finish which was awesome. And I was officially a triathlete!