Dominic Lowe and me became Outlaws on sunday, taking part in Nottingham's own Ironman distance triathlon.
Dominic - 12hrs 10
Lucy - 14hrs 12
The Outlaw was defiantly the best organised event I've ever done. The race brief on saturday was very thorough, and quite comedy in places. Bikes had to be racked on the saturday, and the transition bag system worked really well. The bike course was marshalled brilliantly, with so much thought and care taken into every junction. They even built a BMX style ramp over the pavement at one tricky junction. The run course had very well stocked feed stations and much needed toilets every 1.7miles!
My story (its long, but so is an Ironman!)
Jamie and I traveled up to Nottingham on saturday, and camped at the National Water Sports Centre where the race is based. Tent sorted, but air bed had a puncture - I hoped this wasn't the start of something! (I'd also say if you want an early night don't camp next to a bunch of Pirates! Of the internet Runners World forum type. This particular ship of fools were running one of the feed stations on the bike course).
6am for the swim start, not too stressful with everything racked and packed the night before. My swim went ok, and I felt good coming into transition - only to be pulled aside by the marshal and told to put my helmet on the right way round, doh!
Out on the bike and I was feeling great. My bike was well stocked with food, loads of gels, and I wore my 2 litre Camel Bak. So I sailed through the feed stations and was happy to pass lines of other competitors. The course was good, with loads of spectators, including a crazy man with a SLH cow bell! 50 miles in and I got a front flat, bugger! I'd never had to change a tub before, so it was rather a faff. Tried Pitstop, but the hole was too big. Fortunately I'd carried two tubs with me, as I couldn't get the first one on. Got the second on, but it was rather rough looking, and rotated with a load knocking noise. I'm sure this was the valve, but I found it rather unnerving. I had to stop again as the brake was rubbing on the wheel rim, front end of the bike felt wrong and I was convinced I was going to roll the tub off on every corner I took. That said, I don't regret the decision to use race wheels, at least I know what to do next time! But I lost lots of time, most of those I'd passed came back past me while I was stopped. I was also surprised to find I'd run out of juice in my Camel, although I was only 12 miles to go it was very hot and I'd just passed the last feed station. Thankfully I passed a guy with 2 full bottles and he was kind enough to pass one over.
Back into transition I set out on the run. What can I say? I always knew it was going to be hell, I don't see myself as much of a runner and mentally I don't think my brain was in gear. Realised I'd left my bike shorts on top of my tri suit half way round the first run lap, these had been a great comfort on the bike - but not the best thing to run in on a day that was getting hotter by the hour! Dumped them in transition as I passed by, also a quick glance into the medical tent saw a fellow competitor in recovery position on a drip. "I don't want to end up in there". There was no shade on the run, why had I never thought to run in a hat? Got a smearing of sun cream from a lovely lady as I passed transition again, and by now I was making full use of the feed station facilities. Couldn't get enough fluid in - High 5, water, flat Coke - give me the lot, and more to throw over my head (not the Coke!) Toilet stops became more frequent, and a problem! The heat inside a Portaloo in full sun is unbearable, and a few times I thought I was going to pass out. Jamie was doing a great job of cheering me on, it must have been very hard for him to see me in such a state. He walked with me for a bit and reassured me that even if I walked the rest of the route I would still be making ok time. I managed to get running again, counting to 3 helped, and running to a point in the distance. Dominic passed me on his final lap, and we walked for a bit having a chat, which really helped. The next lap round and Jamie speed walked with me, but I was determined to run at least part of the final lap . . .
And I made it, into the finish tunnel, found my legs again, lots of cheers . . . "You are an Outlaw" grabbed by Paramedic, lots of sobbing (never want to see that moment on film), sat on a box, given more water, Coke . . . and of course my medal. And I'm glad to say I then passed through the medical tent without stopping to collect my drip!
Once again the organisation was great, my bags were all ready for me to collect, retrieved my bike and found the front once again was flat - so glad it had got me round! This sounds silly but I only started to appreciate just what I'd done when we stopped in a motorway service station on way home an hour later, and I saw a guy walking just like me - we gave each other a knowing smile
So would I do it again? At the time all my brain kept saying was "This is the most stupid thing you've ever done, what are you doing to your body?" I hadn't expected this, and had thought I'd be able to fight through the brain chatter. I would certainly know what I was getting myself into if I did it again, and would also know that I can and have done it before. Did I just say "If I did it again?" So I guess thats a maybe . . .
The Outlaw 2012 - 1st of July if anyone is interested!!!!!!