The British Sprint Championships was taking place this weekend with a decidedly dodgy weather forecast. I had a 4:30am start from home and when the alarm went off at 4am the wind and rain were making their ominous presence felt. If Tony had not been picking me up I would have turned the alarm off and gone back to sleep. Just putting the bikes on the roof rack entailed a battle with the elements which we lost and ended up wet through even with waterproofs on. On the way up to Milton Keynes we agreed that we would re-consider racing if the weather was still bad when we got there. We arrived at the venue at 6am and it had calmed a little, just a few spots of rain which was a relief. What I neglected to realise when we left home was that the temperature was 9degC (48degF) which was a whopping 18degC (40degF) colder than mid week.
The SwimThe swim went pretty well, I managed to go the whole 750m without stopping which was a race first for this distance. I did however lose someone’s feet after the first 100m and I didn’t find another draft for the rest of the swim. The reason was that I was swimming on my own again, not because I was too slow but because my stroke keeps pushing me to the right. I ended up swimming so far away from everyone else that I couldn’t see anyone. I went so far round the buoys that I must have added at least another 100m to the swim distance. I came out of the water and the first thing I saw were my cheerleaders hunched under three umbrellas looking very wet; during the swim I hadn’t noticed that the rain had returned with a vengeance.
As usual most of the bikes around me had already gone by the time I got to T1. Everything was wet but I had placed my shoes in a bag and they were still dry which made it easier to get them on. They stayed dry for around 30 seconds, my bike glasses were so wet and fogged up that I couldn’t see my way out of transition and dressed in a “summer” 2 piece Tri-Suit I felt a little exposed to the elements.
The BikeThe rain started coming down very heavily during the bike leg and my attire was so inappropriate that my shoulders started to get really cold. The bike went pretty well considering the conditions and I was surprised to see so many “draft busters” on motorbikes all around the 1 lap course. Twice I saw cyclists stopped at the side of the road with a “draft buster” so I assume they were disqualified. By the time I finished the bike I was starting to really feel the cold, the last 3Km of the bike leg is a long downhill drag where I was hitting top speed and the wind was going right through me. What was different this time compared to last is that I only made up around 5 places on the bike. The quality of the field was clearly superior to Eton, as was the quality of the gear! The transition area was aglow with Cervelo logos and an array of aero helmets and racing wheels more expensive than my whole bike.
The RunThe transition area looked like the end of a bad house party by the time I got back to it , there were shoes, hats, bikes and wetsuits strewn everywhere. I managed a quick change into my dry running shoes and immediately ran through a puddle 3 inches deep, so much for keeping them dry. Half the run course was under water by this point as the rain was getting heavier. The run started well but then the cold just kicked in, my thumbs went numb first then my hands. The run was made up of two laps around the lakes passing through the transition area half way round. The marshals were still very enthusiastic despite the conditions and it was great to have them call out encouragingly as you passed. There were noticeably almost few supporters hanging around which was understandable given the conditions, it made me feel quite proud to have three people there watching Tony and I. I managed to finish with a pretty slow run time due to being so cold and I was incapable of taking off my timing chip as my hands were numb and were starting to go from a pale blue to deep purple. People were finishing in all kinds of states, some just collapsed to the ground and others were helped to the first aid area and wrapped up in heat retaining blankets.
I quickly put on some dry clothes but that didn’t make much difference, I was soaked through again within minutes. I was given a cup of tea but was shaking so much I couldn’t hold it without spilling it everywhere, I had to be fed like a baby. Fortunately my mum lives nearby so we adjourned there and stood by the fire for an hour and slowly regained normality. A we left the event site there were still women from the last wave coming in off the bike; some of them just gave up and put on warm clothes, others soldiered on. I did want to stop and offer my support but I was badly in need of warmth as I think hypothermia was setting in.
I finished in 1:16:56 which was my fastest Sprint Distance race by 5 minutes but my slowest 5km since taking up triathlon. Not bad but pretty slow compared to the leading finishers. I guess a lot of the “back of the pack” racers opted to stay in bed whereas the elite racers hoping to qualify for the Worlds still came out to play.