New Zealand was great.
Sunny, peaceful, relaxing.
Finally back in the UK it’s time to reflect on the positives and negatives of the trip, pass judgements and decide the next steps moving forward.
Flying out to New Zealand I had one job:
Win the age group. And therefore – qualify for Kona.
Get that golden ticket that so many people spend a life time hunting for.
And it’s hard for me to say I had a bad race, because I didn’t. I stuck to the plan and executed the result. So when people ask me am I happy with it? Well yes, on that day that was the best I could have done.
On one side of the coin, I biked a 5:05 into the wind. However on my side of the coin I finished the swim with 500 people ahead of me. Not a place to be competitive.
I am capable of so much more. My build up let me down, I was lazy with my diet, amongst other things I wasn’t quite as disciplined and regimented as I like to be.
And there are so many unanswered questions.
You see, that was the first time I’ve ever ‘raced’ an ironman. By which I mean, pushed on from start to finish, holding an uncomfortable intensity, attempting to go fast rather than purely see the finish line with a smile on my face.
And I learned a lot.
But now I have a whole mind of curiosities. Unanswered questions about myself. So much unfinished business with what I’m capable of.
We can start with the obvious one. A 1:23 swim leaves so much to still be desired.
And what happens if I push the swim? Race myself for the best possible time, rather than just get to my bike. Will my cycle legs still hold out? Will it bite me on the run?
And the bike leg, what happens if I swim faster and get myself into a strong group? Could we use the 12m legal zone to gain 5-10 minutes? Maybe even more.
My 3:28 marathon was solid, the proudest part of my race. That’s what won the age group for me and running it home down that finishing shoot is a feeling that will get me through a lot of hard sessions in the coming months.
But the medics weighed me at 83kg before the race, and I’ve only been running 6 months. So what can I run at 75kg? What’s my real race weight? Can I push a 3 hour with more training and more resilience? Can my transitions be quicker? Is my nutrition right? Can I handle more caffeine? A new bike position? Better prep? No niggles?
All of these things flying round in my head, and the real answer to a lot of them, is unknown.
But now. In my 3rd season in the sport I’m in the position where Im ready to learn. I can afford to attack races, make mistakes. Fall down, break, push myself too far.
I have to remember that this time last year I’d just started back after 6 months off. And it’d still be another 3 months before I managed to run anything over 5k. So I have a lot of progression still to come.
It’s time to step it up, and try to begin the transition from a good age grouper, to a seriously competitive one.
And build up the pieces, create the jigsaw of the ‘perfect race’.
I may never find the perfect combination of speed and efficiency, I may never string together a flawless race. But the more mistakes I make, and the closer I get. The faster I’ll become.
And it won’t happen overnight, it’ll be a long journey, a tough process. Nobody likes losing, giving everything and it just not being good enough. A deflating feeling.
But you can’t win every time, and every time you lose it makes you that bit more resilient.
So my next big race is in 4 months time at ironman UK. Everything else will be used as a warm up, a test, an experiment.
I’ll be racing everything I can find from park runs, time trials, duathlons and triathlon. Of all distances, testing myself to work out what I am really capable of.
And as always, the most important part – don’t get injured.
July 14th. Ironman UK.
See you there.