What an incredible, but painful day
Wow. It’s done. What an incredible but oh-so-painful day. I’ll never forget this day for a very long time, so here is how on 4th November 2016, my Indoor IronMan triathlon went:
“I was up at 4am to fuel with some trusty Weetabix and jump in my Uber to the Olympic Stadium. There’s something so special about that place for me and there’s no other place I’d want to have done this IronMan challenge.
“And then just like that, it was 5:59am and I was standing at the edge of the pool contemplating my life choices! The lifeguard blew the whistle and – boom! – off I went.
The lengths were long. My front crawl is about as fast as sloth on sleeping tablets, so breaststroke it was! Long slow strokes, but covering decent distance – the first 1000m took 30mins. The next two kms flew by and then it was the last 100m. I completed in 1h55m, but all I was thinking of was how excited I was to never swim again!
After a quick transition shower and change I was on the bike by 8:15am. This was actually the most enjoyable stage for me. I was able to turn my legs over at a steady speed with no pain. Plus I managed a cheeky picnic for fuel at this point, with jam sandwiches for instant energy, plus bananas and satsumas.
I was so grateful to be joined by my fellow NRC pacer Chewy for the final stages of the ride. He cheered me on and kept my mind distracted, for that I’ll be forever grateful. But seriously, the pain throughout the bike means I have purple-bruised hamstrings and groin to show for it! I tried everything to try and get more comfortable: sitting on trackies, even my scarf at one point! The pain was real, but I completed the bike in exactly five hours.