It’s been a strange one that’s for sure. A real roller coaster.
A bumpy start with 2 months out of training, then trying to balance finishing an architecture with starting training again.
A perfect end to my degree followed by a strong block or racing polished off with a fairytale silver medal at European championships.
Throwing the canyon into the mix saw 2nd, 2nd, 1st, 2nd, 1st, 3rd… A real burst of speed I didn’t know my legs had. But it can’t last forever.
4 weeks ago saw me take on my first 12 hour time trial.
Yes, you read it right. 12 hours. On a bike.
It’d be my first ever 12 hour to go with my first 50 mile & 100 mile, both completed this year. This would give me a ‘best all rounder’ score. They basically take your average speed from these three races and compare it to everyone else’s. Cheshire doesn’t have any particularly fast courses, but it would be a start.
So, Long distance. Crazy time scale. Going to hurt…..
Where do I sign up?
A tough day on heavy legs saw me come home in 5th. 269.99miles.
A mixed set of emotions surrounded the result. It was another new all time bath record. And an all time Bath best all round season record. Which was the goal.
But once I’d done it, I knew there was more. With people being peeled off bikes I felt like i should have really emptied the tank in the mid section. Having raced my sister the 200m back to the car an hour after the race, I knew I’d let myself down.
So back to the drawing board, back to what I do best. Hard sessions and long miles. Finishing August with 101 hours of training. The first time I’ve ever completed all the Strava challenges in one month.
A good month complimented by some good results.
A brief 4 day taper took me into the middle distance European championships. A beautiful race in Austria, where the wheels well and truly fell off.
4:20-4:25 was the target.
35′ Swim. 2:20 bike. 1:25 run. With transitions kept to sub 5.
I entered the water feeling good. The washing machine start not phasing me. A stitch half way was all that held me back.
Out of the water in 33:38 I knew I’d started well. A slight fumble in transition saw me lose a few seconds but I knew I was still on track.
As I entered the bike course I saw a LOT of drafting. And not a single ref. Knowing I’d be up against it I put my head down, and let my legs start to purr away.
Finishing the first lap in 1:08 with plenty more in the tank I knew I was moving well.
What I hadn’t remembered is that I hadn’t eaten yet, had only drank 1 bottle and it was 26 degrees.
I finished the bike in 2:20:38, spot on target.
Made it through t2 in an electric time, barely pausing for breath.
And then I fell to pieces.
My stomach felt like it was being torn in every direction. I was nauseous, dizzy. I had blown like a train.
My legs had so much to offer, they were ready to play, anxious to be let loose at the 5k laps.
But my stomach didn’t want to play. Some terrible nutritional decisions had ruined my race. A 1:43 half brought me home in 4:42 with my legs underworked.
A bitter pill to swallow.
My slowest run of 2016, on one of the biggest stages yet. Leaving me well out of the rankings for my age group.
None the less, a promising swim and solid bike leg on a hilly course leave a lot of positives.
It’s just a shame that 18 hours later, my 11km relaxed recovery run was 7 seconds faster per km.
Lots of reviews to read, attempt to dissect what can improve my IBS in the heat, and more discipline to stick to the game plan.
And pray I can resolve it in the next 3 weeks.
Until then, at world championships, watch this space.