It’s Friday and I’m running down towards the navy bank, a nice 1 hour loop I do a few times a week on my way into the Jewellers. It’s lashing down and I see a guy in the distance. He’s up a ladder and seems to be cutting his hedge. As I pass he turns and waves his hedge cutter left to right in my direction..he shouts ” at least I’m not the only mad man around this morning”.. Should any squeals for Hannibal lecter films come out that guy should audition.
” If triathlon was easy they’d call it football ” .. That was the slogan on the back of the famous camlough triathlon that was being held on saturday. I wont say I agree but one thing is for sure this sport is tougher than football. With no plan after lanzarote I was lucky to get and entry. I raced here twice before and it’s one of my favorites. My last sprint race was hear in 2009 when I won in a sprint finsh. The atmosphere is electric and the locals give a demonstration in community spirit and togetherness. It really is the best organized race I’ve been apart of. Every corner has a marshal…and a hill after it!!. It’s the toughest sprint distance in the country consisting of 750m(accurate!!!) 18km bike and 5km run.
I planned like the last two races to race hard, the priority being to shock the body and remind it about the fast stuff. With it being a local race I wanted to do well. The Horn went and I attacked as hard as my arms would let me.. The lake wasnt calm but I felt I swam as good as I have done this season. I transitioned onto the Trek and a minor problem about clipping in was resolved and I was soon out of the saddle pumping up the hill out of camlough. Last minute I had to change bikes to my road set up, I cant say I was comfortable but tell me a sprint race you should feel comfortable in!!. It was clear that there were a few guys up the road that I hadnt caught, this bothered me!. I asked myself was it a race too much, were my legs not going as well or did the competition have strong bike legs. You only find this things after the race. The mind is a powerful tool and my mind told my legs to keep working even though tears were running down my quads. I heard screaming too.
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