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No excuses

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It’s not an excuse, nor a veiled attempt at justification of a poor result – I haven’t trained anywhere close to what I should have done and the results will show. Preparation, in any world, is key to success.

So much so that for the first time in seven years, I debated whether to participate in the Zürich Triathlon. Four years ago, this would have been unthinkable. My current level of fitness, however, has cretaed some doubts as to my ability to actually finish the race.

I surveyed my performance during training (the little I did) over the past months and calculated that I should finish in a time of around 90 minutes (best 89 minutes, worst 93 minutes). My calculations do not take into account the adrenalin of the race, the nerves and tension and the inborn human competitive spirit. Either way, I doubt it’ll be that far off from my prediction.

My best time was a handful of seconds over 71 minutes, so I am way off where I should be. But you never know – if I have a good day, I may perform better than expected, which is why giving up is out of the question.

At 8.40am, I will take the plunge – literally – into the lake and give it my all. Soon after, I’ll be on my bike and then tackle the last bit on foot – hopefully running. Anything less than an hour and a half will be a bonus, but I must admit I will be disappointed if I do worse.

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Disappointing result, rekindled spirit

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To say I’m disappointed is an understatement. My triathlon result was not what I had hoped for, even though after two disciplines I was actually more than a minute ahead of last year’s time.

I dropped four places to 78th (out of a field of 110 racers) from 74th (102 participants) last year. My time was 1h21m02sec compared to 1h19m38sec – 84 seconds slower. The heat played a part, but the lack of proper training and lack of form were the real reasons.

Swimming was great with my time eight seconds quicker compared to last year, and the usual stress that has dodged every triathlon I competed in – and it’s more than 20 over the past seven years – was conspicuously absent.

The cycling didn’t feel great, but I still managed to complete the 20km in 1m13sec faster than last year. Counting in the two transitions (both exactly 2m06sec), I was around the 50-minute mark coming into the running.

My muscles reacted as the always do – badly. But it was no different from the past years. I calculated that I could make it as my time of 26 minutes last year was well within reach.

After the first kilometre, I realised that it wasn’t looking good. It took me more than seven minutes to complete. A quick calculation meant that at the same pace, I’d cross the line in well past the 1h19m mark I had set myself.

Try as I might, I was running on empty. I had nothing left in me. With two kilometres left, I was barely 10 minutes away from my self-imposed limit. I ran hard and dropped my time to under six minutes, but it was too little too late.

The last kilometre was my best, but around 400 metres from the end I was at 1h19m40sec. I still ran as hard as I could (and even passed another runner) to cross the line to wild cheering and riotous applause from the thousands who turned out to see me (That didn’t happen, he’s delusional – Ed).

The key take-away from the whole event was that I had fun, I really enjoyed it. And now, I feel incredibly motivated. I might even do the Zug Olympic triathlon with my mate Fergus, who clocked a fantastic time of 1h15m56sec on Saturday.

This time, more than any other time, I’ll get it right (with apologies to the undefeated England 1982 World Cup team).

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Disappointing, but a happy finish

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I knew it was going to be hard, but didn’t expect it to be so hard. I hadn’t trained half as much as I should have and therefore have no real excuses to offer. But I was hoping to equal my time of last year.

It didn’t happen and I was a whopping three minutes slower. My time at this year’s Zurich Triathlon (Short) was something over one hour 21 minutes, which honestly is a bit disappointing. And as what happened last year, I am putting off moving up to the Olympic distance for now.

The swimming part was the usual disaster – my goggles fogged up, I felt out of breath and believe someone had cunningly tied a 20kg deadweight to my leg, thus dragging me down – at least that’s what it felt like. This was topped off with a kick to my chest and kidney courtesy of other competitors.

The ‘hard’ part over, I got on my bike – my strongest discipline – but once again I felt I was a V8 with just three cylinders working. My time was, however, respectable at just over 31 minutes for 20km.

Running, or moving-just-a-little-bit-faster-than-walking as it was in my case, felt as though somebody was beating me up with every stride. A colleague past me at the 3km mark and I decided to use him (he was relatively faster) as a pace maker. This plan was unceremoniously abandoned around 30 seconds after it was hatched.

The ending was surprisingly positive. I picked up pace for the last 200m and people were really cheering me (and all other athletes) on. And at the very end, six cheerleaders cheered me (as they do) past the finish line. Probably the first time someone in so much pain smiled so happily!