Bad Oldesloe is a town north-east of Hamburg. On the outskirts is the Poggensee, where every year there is a very enjoyable sprint triathlon, run by the nice people of the Spiridon Club. I’ve done this race a few times; once, a few of us got caught at the train crossing on the bike leg and had to wait. At the time, I thought this was very funny, while the other competitors bitched and complained: “Was für eine Scheiße!” for example, was a common refrain.
The Sunday morning was rainy, the transition area more suited to a Mud Rush race than a triathlon. But we started in good spirits. There were around fifty competitors in what was dubbed the “sport” group. The “hobby” group started ten minutes later.
The swim was a breeze, but the bike leg was technical and challenging, given the wet roads and tight corners. Fortunately, I didn’t get stuck at the train crossing this time. But I did get pretty dirty.
Starting the run, I think I was 6th or 7th. I finished 8th overall, and really enjoyed the race. Of course, it can’t be a triathlon without a raised eyebrow or two. And maybe it was just the town living up to its name. The winner was 45 years old, while the first woman (less than a minute behind me) was 47. Congratulations to you both, and to the 47 year-old who passed me just before the finish.
I can say this: I can’t wait until I’m in my 40s, because it appears then I’ll really hit my strides, reach my peak and win some races. The best may be yet to come. That’s comforting. Or…
Ah, but it was all good in Bad Oldesloe. Another race completed with me all smiles. I like the Poggensee Triathlon and will do it again. Maybe in ten years, I’ll win it.
The first race of the year was a hot one. A muggy 28°, and swimming in muggy water that was not the most attractive shade of green. But it was good fun and I’m happy with my efforts. The finishing times are what the finishing times are, and it’s probably about time that I stopped bitching about it and shouting vitamin T and value-added D.
This was, after all, a Volkstriathlon (a race for everyone), making my 14th placing out of 400+ very good and about right. So, even if there were guys in the competitive sprint and league races clocking about an hour, and they were pushing fifty years old, I’m not going to get all hot and bothered about it.
Because running in the heat was hot enough for me. And I’m not bothered that I couldn’t run faster, or that they were (maybe) some dubius athletes in the field. It was great to be racing again, to feel the strain and gasp for breath, and get that great endorphin-rush when hitting the line. Well worth it.
After parting with nearly 1.5 litres of blood since January, I’m happy just to have finished the race, even if it was a Volkstriathlon sprint. I’ve done a lot of research online and I can’t find any other triathletes with hemochromatosis. That is, one who is open about it and documenting their blood and sport travails online.
I can say this: two days later and my recovery from the race is very slow. But that could also be because of the heat. I’ll have to see how this develops during the season. The first big test will by the Olympic distance race in Schwerin in three weeks.
I didn’t race last weekend, but the first race took place in my area, which was the Vierlanden Triathlon. A very popular race, competitive, difficult. I’ve done it a few times. And sure enough, like every year, the older brigade dominated. The top two in the Olympic distance were 46 and 47 years old. In the half ironman distance, the top two were 48 and 41 years old.
Is that very impressive, or just downright suspicious? Should we care either way?