A cool, grey morning. No motivation to race. Rain forecast. But I loaded up the car and drove to Barmstedt for a final fling; one last triathlon before everything gets packed away until June next year.
First bit of news: there’s no swim, because of blue algae. Not so bad, given the water was very cold. The race is a duathlon instead (5km run, 40km bike, 10km run). There’s not much to say about it. A tough race. Cobblestones on the bike course. A run that was longer than it should have been. I finished 18th, 26 minutes behind the winner. I was also well beaten by a 57 year-old!
On the second run, I had an interesting thought: I want to test these athletes. Not to expose them or get them disqualified or anything like that. I just want to know for sure if they are clean or not. I tried to picture how it would be if, at the end of the race, I brought out a box full of urine containers and asked everyone to give a sample. Anonymous, of course. There’s not much point in naming and shaming. I mean, it’s pretty clear who the culprits might be.
I think it’s time to write another letter to NADA and the DTU. More to follow.
The clouds roll in, the nights are cold, the leaves are turning yellow. It all marks the end of the triathlon season. Sad, but also something of a relief. From July’s scorcher in Munster, the season trickled pretty much to nothing for me. Time constraints, work, commitments, work, bad scheduling, work, etc. There was a sprint in Rendsburg at the end of August, with the swim done in a 50m pool, but I skipped the Elbe Triathlon and Norderstedt because of bad weather and cold water.
At the Elbe Triathlon, olympic distance: 1st (age group 40-44) clocked 1:53, 2nd, (35-39) 1:58, 3rd (45-49) 2:03 and 4th (40-44) 2:04. Glad I didn’t race there. I would’ve done the run shuffling along with my tail between my legs. But I’ll gladly give each of these guys a very supportive hug. There, there, it’s okay.
In the competitive Norderstedt olympic: 1st (45-49) 2:01. And need I say anything more? Another hug.
At Rendsburg, I somehow managed to finish 7th, out of around 30, but well back from the winner, and behind some rather dubious-looking athletes. More supportive, comforting hugs.
Which leaves Bramstedt this Sunday, but I’m not keen on that either. Since the ice-bucket challenge in the Serpentine last year in London (a triathlon swim in 11°!!!!) I’ve become averse to cold water. I guess I’ll find some more excuses in the next few days not to race.
I wonder if there are drugs to make you motivated? Maybe I just need a break.