Oh my, what a weekend! I will try and put into words the weekend a la Emma’s perspective.
Back to my room; shower and chill was the order. Tried to sleep, no such luck, tried to read, couldn’t concentrate. I was beginning to feel REALLY moody. Not nervous, but just rather antisocial, so when the offer of a ride with Marianna and Simon was mentioned I was not having any of it. “Not in the plan”, “Don’t want to”, “So there” is the shape of my reasoning. So how on earth and why I then decided to go I don’t know. But glad I did. Thank you for persisting with my stubborn side. Felt great on the bike as it happens. It was very windy and I could feel Zeberdee the Zipps been blown around. Crap, hope it’s not like that tomorrow, or words to that effect ran through my mind.
Got back to the hotel as KK and Chris arrived. “We are just going out for a run, wanna join?” Mr Cross announced”. First I had heard. My run was done and was not doing any more. 30minutes later, yes you guessed it. I was running with Chris while Simon entertained KK (poor guy). Got back to the hotel AGAIN just as Sam and Carmen drove up, my mood was now getting darker and darker so much so KK and Chris stopped teasing me. To avoid offending anyone else I quietly retreated to my room never to be seen or heard from again until breakfast.
Race Morning: Had some good sleep, always a great start if you can sleep. Went down to breakfast, no-one there so I picked a table by the window and sat down to a quiet burnt piece of toast and coffee. Realized I needed more that the crap they were dishing out so ran, ahem, walked to the lift and went to my larder supply for flapjack and a banana hazelnut muffin – YUM – NOW that’s what I call breakfast! KK kindly then gave me and George a lift to the start and we all set up our bikes, did the pre-requisite toilet duty and jogged over to the start line.
Run1 (49:12): Off went the gun, whistle, I don’t know what it was, that’s a blur. The first run felt pretty good. I kept Leslie in my sights all the way and over took her towards the end. I also had Sam in my sights all the way to which I was pleased about. But considering Sergeant Sam sadly had a rather bad day at the office, in hindsight, that’s probably nothing to be proud about.
T2 (1:21): At least I am consistent. T2 was the same as T1, crap, yes, but definitely consistent. Surely I deserve points for that.
Run2 (52:11): Popped the last of my four gels, scooped up some water and threw in my face and ears with my mouth managing to catch a drip or two, and I was off. Baby steps, baby steps this is my new technique. It was working, I sensed I had a bit of a cushion but knew some of the other girls were way quicker runners. The plan was consistency, push and you may cramp, slow and you WILL be caught. Really, really thought I was on line for 50minutes, so pissed about that but nevermind there is always next year!
Finish: (3:31:40 & 1st place womens 30-39): I am stoked. My target was 3:45, potentially 3:40 but never thought about getting near 3:30. Finally Emma is smiling! I went to hand in the chip and still not exactly sure of my position, I saw them note down my number on the list. I couldn’t see any other numbers checked in from my group...except one, NUMBER 409. It seems Simon wanted to race with the girls today. For late entry he was given a girls 30-39 number AND had to rack his bike with us. Hmmmn, me thinks this was probably all part of some cunning plan!
Don Khor: 2nd mens 45-49. 3:25:00
Kristoff: 10th Elite male. 3:05:45