Running on empty

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.

Let the post-season begin

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.