Having never trained or competed in a triathlon, I entered the Outlaw Half in May 2019. Well, that didn’t happen but I deferred to the Outlaw X 70.3 in September instead.
The reason I entered a triathlon was to beat a mate, who had put up on Facebook he had entered the Outlaw half and full. That was my motivation. I tried to do the mass training thing with online coaches looking after hundreds of athletes, but that was not for me; I had too many questions and knew nothing about triathlons (it’s just swimming, cycling and running, simple! How hard is that?!). I found Richard and he started coaching me. I needed a plan that fitted around my work as a contractor, and family life. So far so good. I borrowed a TT bike for the turbo trainer, and bag full of swimming paraphernalia, and off I went just following the TP plan and reporting back. Ideal. Then came the news that the event was to be postponed and/or cancelled. My mate decided to pull out, and so my reason for competing was gone.
So, now my focus changed to getting a decent result. The training plan had to alter as I had peaked for May but had to peak for September. Richard sorted that out via TP, no fuss.
Race day came around, and there was a northerly wind which was blowing bikes around on the racks, and the temperature was a little chilly. The organisers shorted the swim to 750 m. I can tell you diving in, almost stopped my heart as it was that cold, instant ice cream headache. I just focussed on the first buoy and thrashed around until I got a little warmer, no technique just survival. I got out of the lake and my hands and feet were numb. The transition point was 500 m across a grassy field, and on arriving at my transition area, it must have been hilarious watching me struggle to get the suit off, socks and shoes on and a top, with useless fingers.
Off onto the bike course, and to keep warm I had to go a bit harder than planned. The bike course is open Lincolnshire countryside, with low hedgerows and a constant up or down gradient. There was hiding from the wind anywhere. It was a war of attrition, and no easy bits; constant pedalling to keep the power profile happy. By the end my legs were starting to cramp a bit despite eating and drinking according to my well executed and practised plan, thanks to Richard!
T2 was better, faster affair, but my feet were still blocks of ice. Stopped for the toilet and set off. Garmin watched crashed and just starting beeping and buzzing, so no idea of time or pace. I had to ask people what pace they were on as I went by them. Seemed to work. I managed the cramp really well until the finish line, just as my photo was taken, I totally seized, not a great photo, but I had done it. From zero to finisher in 10 months, 14th in age group and almost made the 10% cut.
That was the hardest 5 hours of my life, and I have vowed never to do a full iron man. Despite the feeling of being totally and utterly spent, I have now entered some standard distances and another 70.3 for 2021, just to see if this result was a fluke, and much to the annoyance of my wife.
Richard played a big part in my success. His enigmatic style and laid back, unflappable approach worked for me. Thank you, Richard! I must also thank my wife, family and friends for putting up with my training schedule, and feeding me.