Race preparations weren’t perfect. I spent the week leading up to the race trying to fight off a cold. Having let my training drift off towards then end of April, there was no way that I was going to push my training up whilst trying to stop my nose from running. It has become a bigger problem now that I have been diagnosed with high blood pressure as my normal response to the first sight of a cold is to dose up on Nurofen Cold & Flu, but unfortunately my diagnosis now means that no pharmacy will prescribe any form of decongestant to me except paracetemol. So as the week went on, the worse I felt, so much so that I spent Thursday and Friday in bed hoping to let it pass through. On Friday night I was a little better but the thoughts of my first DNS (Did Not Start) were on my mind. Saturday morning showed an improvement and so my thoughts returned to trying to make the start line. On Saturday afternoon I decided to check my bike over, only to twinge my back (falling over whilst carrying my bike stand!).
Hurried text messages to my physio (If only I’d used the right phone number!) went unanswered and thoughts returned to a DNS. Ice packs, Hot Water bottles and good old Voltarol were deployed and more positive thoughts returned to the fore front of my mind. I’ve paid my money, I’ve got everything prepared and packed, let’s set the alarm clock and see how it goes. A DNF (Did Not Finish) is better than a DNS so the alarm was set 05:30am!
Sunday morning and the alarm did its job. Breakfast consumed and I hit the road to Newmarket. I have fond memories of the Newmarket Triathlon as it was my very first race, almost exactly one year ago. I remember it vividly. I managed a respectable 1:14:16 time for the 300m swim, 22km bike and 4km run.
Having completed five triathlon’s last year I wasn’t anywhere near as nervous and my back pain seemed to have eased and my cold seemed pretty much under control. Transition was set up in record time with much less on my transition mat one year on.
The race was extremely well organised and my start time quickly arrived with the 300m swim going by reasonably quickly, transition to the bike was swift as it was only a matter of throwing my goggles down, putting on my number belt, helmet and glasses before pulling the bike off the rack and heading out.
The bike leg started well, feet into shoes, a mouthfull of drink and head down, feet pumping. But then it hit me, bloody hell its cold! climbing out of a swimming pool and jumping on a bike in May in England in just a lycra tri suit is a mistake. I did have arm warmers on the bike, so I put those on (with a bit of a struggle, wet arms, tight arm warmers, while trying to maintain forward motion, you get the picture). Once on the main road I also noticed the wind, (how comes you only notice a head wind) it took me a while to get into a rhythm but once I got used to it I tried to focus on my cadence and see the bike leg through.

The run leg features two loops begining with a circuit of the sports field before joining the roads and an uphill section back to the leisure centre. The first loop was hard coming off the bike and I found it hard to keep my speed up, the second lap was much better and my running legs returned and I managed to pick up the pace. However it was at this time that I noticed the church clock tower and naturally the clock. The current time less my start time was not what I was hoping for and calculations whilst continuing to run meant that my hopes of improving my time were almost redundant. I pushed up the pace, up the hill to finish strongly but to no avail the finish time read 1:15:08.

No PR (Personal Record)! However when checking the detail I swam faster than last year , I ran faster than last year but the headwind had pushed my bike split over last year, costing me at least one mph. On reflection I’m happy, what could have been a DNS or a DNF ended up in a resonaby good early season performance.