Monday, September 1, 2014

Cotswold 113 middle distance 2014 injured but not out!!!!

Right where do I start.... The day before this middle distance I had to stop a crazed fight between 2 of my dogs and got bitten in the process.  I did go to A and E, didn't have stitches but strips and was advised not to do the race.  My forearm and wrist were pretty swollen but I was in denial and travelled up with a bag of frozen peas to meet team mendip for the second year. 
After some strong painkillers I was a lot happier and there was no doubt that I wouldn't compete in the race.  I did have a few concerns but what the hell, I wasn't going to lose my entry fee. 
After having problems pulling my jeans back up I knew the wetsuit would cause a few problems.  
The morning of the race I was helped into my wetsuit... I felt like a baby in one of those bouncer things as I couldn't really grip very well. But wetsuit on and ready to go.........
Last year I had an asthma attack due to the sting bomb smell that the pond weed pollinating gave off but this yr the smell wasn't very strong.  I did feel anxiety before the race so made sure that I started at the back and had my own space.  I tried to eliminate all the fears and factors that would set me off.  I started off really slowly but within the first 200 m I was struggling for breath.  My hand at this point didn't  hurt too much, I think the cold water did help. 
I tried to compose my self resting on a boat and decided to go again.  I could see the rest of my wave getting further ahead.  I tried again and managed to go a little way before panic set in again. 
I had to have a proper word with myself and the only way I mentally got through it was by telling myself I was swimming at vobster and I wasn't even in a race.  This worked and off I went.  Now when I wasnt worried about how I couldn't breathe, my hand started to hurt... I thought I just needed to get through the swim and the bike would be easy.  I thought I was doing really well until the water got so shallow that I had to stand up and a Marshall was telling me I had gone the wrong way. Oh god what a disaster. So back to course I swam and got engulfed by the blue wave.  I finally made it to shore as the guys tried to help me out the water I hide my right hand from them, I didn't want them pulling on it at all.  Wetsuit removal was quite entertaining and one handed was quite good I thought.  I knew I had been last out the water same as last year but I was determined to pull it back on the bike.  

The bike leg which I thought would be ok actually turned out to be the worse.  Yes I could rest my wrist on the aero bars very light grip and no pain but every little bump on the road set shocks waves through my wrist making me wince.  I tried to change gear and that little movement was causing so much pain I decided to change gear with my left hand.  I couldn't use the brake on that side either.  Oh boy was I having fun!!!!! I resorted to holding my hand up and off the bike and cycled one handed whilst trying to push it as fast as I can.  Cornering was well dodgey and I slowed right down.  Not trusting my own balance, drinking and eating was ruled out completely and I was just going to get it over and done with. The first lap seemed quickish, I couldn't get out of the saddle , cycling one handed is good on a flat but not a good idea on the hill.  I did actually think about pulling out and at one point when I jarred my wrist and nearly choked on my own tears I seriously thought what the hell am I doing.   I went into survival mode..... I was going to finish..... I knew that if I made it to the run it would be ok. 

I was so glad to be off the bike and out on the run.  I had some catching up to do and just got into that pace and mind set.  Although my wrist was throbbing that was more bearable than the sudden spasms of pain I was getting on the bike.  I found some of the run unbearably hot and enjoyed the wooded areas.  The run course is three laps and I knew I was slowing down each lap but pushed through to the end. 
Overall my swim was slower and my bike was slower by 1 minute and my run was was quicker than last year, making me slower by 5 mins compared to last year.  I can take that, I knew how difficult some of that race was for me.  I can spend ages considering what I could have done on the bike and swim if I had use of my whole body and hadn't stopped on the swim, but I did the best I could do under unusual conditions and still placed 10th in my age cat. Total time 5.44 
Wandering around after the race with ice wrapped around my wrist, I used the medal as a sling.... People were concerned I had injured myself on the race but seemed shocked that I had the injury before hand. Now I will pay the consequences of what I did and my hand is really swollen but at the end of the day I was never going to give up, that's not what I am about. 
Meschee 1 injury 0 

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Burnham on sea Olympic triathlon 2014

This is the third time I have done this race.  I missed it last year as it was too close to Roth but had one 1st in age group in 2012 and in 2013.  In 2012 I missed the award ceremony and never received my trophy but I did get in 2013 but I broke it when I knocked it off the window sill.  My main intention of this race was to find my mojo and to fill that empty space in the windowsill. 

The sea was not looking good and if I remember rightly , although I was trying hard to forget, the last time I had swam in Burnham sea was at Stert island swim and it was my first DNF and was so choppy the panic brought on an asthma attack.   

So let's talk about the sea swim and the trauma that came along with it.  It was choppy and very windy.  I had bad feelings about it right from the start but I still went in.  Out to the first buoy was the hardest, I had resulted to breast stroke because the waves were just too mad.  I didn't seem to making any headway at all.  I couldn't sight at all and it all seemed like a lost cause.  At this point I was on the verge of giving in. Then that little voice inside me starting chanting "just get to the buoy.... Just get to the first buoy!!" I never give in and Burnham sea wasn't going to get me again.  Burnham sea 1 Meschee 1.  Once I got to the first buoy and hung a lefty became a lot easier.  I did at this point have my own canoe escort being last and all.  I flung all reservations aside and got into something that did resemble swimming.  At times I felt like I was going nowhere fast.  I lost my escort because I had starting to catch up and overtake other swimmers.  I managed to get to the last buoy and was about to head to shore when I was told that the race had finished and I was to head to shore IMMEDIATLY.   This was kinda scary and I had no idea what was going on.  Once on the shore it appeared that the race had not ended and all systems were go!!!!!! That swim was the hardest swim I have EVER done. I have never taken so long to swim 1500 meters but I wasn't alone.  I was out of the water feeling battered and bruised and so grateful to have my feet on solid ground. Swim time 59 minutes......  Time to play catch up....

I have cycled the course on many occasions but again the wind was playing a spiteful part.  Normally the last half has a head wind but the whole 25 miles was like cycling in treacle especially after that swim.  My bike time was 1.20, in previous years it had been 1.19 and 1.17 so I wasn't too far out.  I did catch a few people but  never any women and all my hopes of a trophy went zooming out of my head as I believed it was so far behind after that horrid swim.  I was glad to get in off the bike and start the run. 

As I ran out of T2, I Knew who my competition was and how far they were in front so I knew I had some serious running to do. Each lap I gained on her and on the mile stretch home I passed her.  I kept looking behind just to make sure the gap was getting bigger.  I knew then that trophy I wanted was mine.... That made the conditions bearable.

Overall time 3.14.... Longest standard distance EVER.... But I lost 20 mins in the sea as everyone else did.  At the end of the day a huge well done to everyone who took on the waves and got out the sea on one piece.  

Not sure I got the mojo back 100 % but was glad to get that trophy I wanted. This now means I have unbroken record of 3 years of this race I have won my age cat :-) 

Monday, May 19, 2014

Ironman lanzarote

Talk about a long day at the ironman office... This race was brutal.  I was very nervous about this race after all it is the toughest Ironman. I had never even set foot in Lanazrote before and just rocking up without having trained in this climate was always going to be a challenge. 

I arrived on the Monday giving me time to acclimatise which in hindsight was a bloody brilliant idea. it was good to meet up with old friends and racing buddies and although we did chill out there was a serious side.  We tested out bikes and there was few problems which were dealt with so they wouldn't muck up the race.  We swam in the clear gorgeous sea and ran in the heat. I had slight panic with my bike, gashed tyres and ended up having to buy new tyres.  I wasn't taking any risks on this race. 

With over 2400 competitors the start of the sea swim was  going to be a frenzy.  They did have allocated swim times so I started right at the back. I met a lady who within 5mins was hugging me tightly, I am not sure for whose benefit.  I love how a race like ironman brings this out in people.... United and drawn together as you stand at the beginning of a long day.  I decided to get to the right of the swimmers which meant that if needed I go  out to avoid the chaos I could.  This didn't go to plan and I got hemmed in by the ropes.  This caused a great deal of anxiety and coupled with the fact there was plenty of jellyfish around I wasn't breathing properly.  Now some of you might know that feeling when your not breathing properly and you get a build up of Carbon dioxide in your chest causing a tightness that harbours your breathing.  I wasn't having an asthma attack but I couldn't breathe freely at all. Luckily as I was hemmed in at the ropes I could hold on to them and try to regulate my breathing.  It wasn't really working and as I watched all the swimmers draw away from me taking away the option of drafting. The tightness wasn't going and I stopped about 12 times on the first lap. As you work your way back round the ropes aren't there any more and I had to stop and rest on canoe. There was no way I was going to give in so it was a working progress of stop start.  Just as I got to the beach  and the end of the first lap I got lapped by the pro's. They came from nowhere and engulfed me!!!  I ran along the beach determined that my second lap would be better.  I started burping and the tightness in my chest disappeared and as I entered the sea for the second time, I was in a much better place. My swimmimg became effortless and I started overtaking swimmers and working my way through the pack.  My second lap was a lot quicker than the first.  I am not sure how to explain the feeling of panic and the fear of being that vulnerable in the open water and the inner strength and determination that you must find to continue. I wasn't going out in the swim and all the months of training, the sacrifices and the hard work that you put in plays on your mind. I was out on dry land and safe, the time was disappointing but I still had work to do.

Due to the swim being longer than expected I missed riding with the pack.  I think this would have helped my ride.  Time to play catch up. As usual I had stomach distension, something I suffer from with every open water swim. I couldn't get down on the aero bars due to the infamous hard swollen belly and as you learn from experience I had my windzee tablets ready in my T1 bag. I knew that within 20 to 40 mins, I would start farting and my stomach would go down.  It took at least 20 miles for me to get into the bike ride.  At one point here is a cross over and I could see the masses on their ride, a good 45 mins in front of me.  There was nothing I could do apart from dig in and keep spinning.  The wind was HORRFIC, it was relentless. Headwind or crosswind, no reprieve, I was so glad I decided with the training wheels. The wind saps you... You know it's hot but you don't really feel it. I didn't have my speed up on garmin that would depress me.  I often looked ahead and saw that the people in front were going just as slow as me.  I did overtake quite a few people and made an effort to talk to everyone that I passed.  The good side of the bike is the views. The volcanic landscape is breathtaking in a weird and abstract way.  The landscape changes so dramatically from black rock to picturesque villages. The views from the climbs helped to take away the pain as you gaze into the clear blue seas. The locals and the spectators are supportive but really show their appreciation for the women competitors.  As I rode through villages men took off their hats and bowed shouting "bravo" the local policemen who were on every roundabout and junction applauded.  Some of the guys I befriended on route were put out that they had no support.  Ironman is always a good way to make friends.  Every little encounter gives you strength and breaks up the monotony of a long painful ride. The hills were daunting and you could see them stretch out for miles ahead of you.  I knew that I had no choice so I just stuck in there and kept spinning. At about 70 to 80 miles most of the hard climbing was complete and with everyup there is a down.  There  was some incredible descents around very tight bends and I can only imagine what that would be like if I was riding in the masses.  As there was plenty of  space I could take advantage of the open road and my descents were fast.  I watched my average speed of 12 mph increase after every long descent. I had my eye on the time and the cut offs. I was 30 miles from home.  I spent these 30 miles with a couple of English men and we joined together feeling elated that we were early there.  I got filmed at one point, the Ironman media motorbike filming me for about 10 mins.  Now lanzarote bike course can leave you feel very isolated but the mechanic vans and doctors car pass quite regularly shouting support and ensuring that you are ok. Most of the roads were smooth but there was one town where the road surface was awful. There was parts of bikes, gas canisters, pumps. That was a bumpy horrible ride.  As I passed a feed station I saw a cyclist propped up against the wall and  it took me a while to realise it was Lee.  I shouted to see if he was ok and then spent the next half hour beating myself up that I didn't stop. 
My nutrition was pants. I had made my home made energy bars but with the heat it was a disaster. I relied upon trek bars, bananas and the manuka honey seed bars.  This didn't help my stomach and I was so glad that in my special needs bag I hand Canadian potatoes and salted peanuts.  The bottom of my feet really hurt and I later found out that the metal at the bottom of my bike shoe was slowly melting my feet.  Luckily I had special insoles that took the brunt of it.  When I reached the dismount line I was avery happy bunny.  I knew from this pointi had made the cut of points and I was going to make it.  As I came off the bike my feet were so painful I could hardly walk.  The racking that I had got my bike from was gone.  It was now a hospital tent and caused me a great deal of confusion. A Marshall took my bike and I walked down the long long transition to the run bags.  I had to take my bike shoes off and it was very painful walking.  In transition I completely changed and as I changed my socks I could see that I was missing so much skin off the bottom of my feet.  

I had every good intention to run the marathon and from my last ironman distance this was my strongpoint but races are always so unpredictable and to be quite honest I felt like shit.  Every time I ran I was fighting nausea.  Marathon takes a long time to walk so I ran 100 steps and walked 25. Sometimes I ran more than 100 and tried to beat it each time or until nausea got the better of me. It was so hot... No wind to cool you down.  I never walked more that 25 steps. I picked objects to run to and then would reward myself with a short  walk. Never has a marathon been such an unpleasant experience.  As the miles went by he walking increased and the running became a distance memory. I went into proper stomp mode and I was walking quicker than I could run.  So many  people commented on my power walking and how jealous they were. You can not believe how disappointed I was with myself that I couldn't run and how I was punishing myself that I was cheating the ironman but to complete was the goal. At every timing mat I could sense that my friends and family would be tracking me and how relieved they would feel knowing I was getting closer.  I had dedicated every mile to someone but I couldn't remember who and why and when.  

As I neared the finish line after the third loop I was met with one of the green team.  She kept telling me to run and that I was close... In my head I was screaming at her to shut the fuck up if I could run I would be running and if she wanted to be covered in projectile puke she was more than welcome. The last 100m was downhill and I started to run I wanted to cross that line and hold that ironman banner above my head.  As I'm sat in plane writing this feeling very emotional.  I might need to stop. 

15.47.48 not as quick as I liked and things went wrong in that race but I finished the toughest Ironman. Mental strength and determination kept me going.  I had been worried about my fitness but that wasn't an issue on the day, stomach distension, nutrition and the heat were all factors hat need to be considered.   Swallowing large amounts of sea water was my biggest enemy and suffered for 3 days after the race. Would I do it again..... HELL YER....... I already want to enter Lanzarote again.  

Big thank you to team kraken.... Knowing you had buddies out there made a huge difference especially when you were just there together with no support. We did it guys..... It was tough but we all left an ironman and completed where others failed.   I was so glad that they all made it.  Thank you to all the people who tracked us at home, messages of support wre overwhelming. 

Prepare for the video it's going to be AWESUME :-) 

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Taunton marathon 2014

You know I just love saying that running a marathon is a warm up race, it just highlights how mad I actually am!!!
I had tried to get a small group of runners together to run as a group but as always best intentions never happen and I lost all but one at the start. I was running with Pete Hall today. He was in training for his first 100k ultra and we had a game plan.  9 min miles which meant I would be near my pb and smashing the course record. but without completely caning it and Pete was going for a pb... Sub 4 was the goal.  As usual I had the go pro out, I like to document achievements that I can bore people stupid with :-) 
We also had some support this year... The mendip triathlon cycle support posse.... Lisa and Jon, although Jon FORGOT the jelly babies but seeing he raced first then cycled to Taunton from Bridgwater then I shall forgive him. 
10.30 start... Taunton was shut down and we were off.  We caught up with Nadine near the start and had a brief go pro interlude... Looking good Nadine who went on to get a brilliant PB. 
We seemed to be locked in at 8.30 min miles which felt comfortable but I know we would regret that later. Each time we tried to slow it down we speeded up but after about 5 miles we were settled into our stride. 
Now I did warn Pete that running a marathon with me might be an experience he wouldn't forget... I like to play around and without doubt am a little random. Bearing this in mind I set the high five challenge quite early making people who overtook me give me a low high five. Pete rose to the high 5 challenge sneaking in early... Game on!!!! Of course Pete didn't know about my best line...."all the good looking men high five"  which never fails and I had 2 men nearly knocking each other out to secure a high five which made me chuckle. We also tried to drum up some crowd support with the whole UGGY UGGY UGGY OI OI OI  which worked in places.  

 You know life is about little interactions that you have with people and my  favourite is to introduce myself to random people shake their hand and say " Did you know it's national make a friend day whilst running a marathon" and I shake their hand and we have a chat.  We met a Ben and another fella who thought I was 26, either blind or a very good liar but a nice happy chappy! We met Tim and we ran along with him for a while.  We bumped into Emma, Emma was struggling with asthma and was on her second marathon and lived near Frome.  She told me about hornet juice that is good for asthma, mental note to google that one, we talked about asthma, vit C and sub  4 before we left her to her own devices. 
I have to say the half way mark came round quite quickly  and we had gone round in a sub 2 for sure, again tried to drum up some crowd support, luckily for me I had Pete who would always OI, which meant I didn't get that awkward silence ,that has happened before. :-(
This year they had marshals in place in the town which had now reopened, I remember 2 years ago it was a complete nightmare.  Pete and I had been joking about what we could shout out that would make the crowds disperse the quickest, Fire, Bomb, stop theif but we didn't actually do that.  I had started to struggle at mile 14 , I like to get the pain and suffering in nice and early so by mile 18 I'm good to go.  Every time I asked Pete how he was he  answered in the words of Flo rider   " feeling good" but sadly he didn't sing it.   Now talking of singing this brings me into mentioning the cycle support crew...their support had no bounds, they were singing us songs and the Bluetooth speaker at mile 18 was a great touch, thanks  Lisa, with rudimental's song " not giving in.  It was really nice to have someone with us and Lisa and Jon did a great job. 
 Mile 20 and still smiling!!

We met more friends on lap 2.... Marathon buddies.  We met Hilary who was a older guy about 70 I recon. Do you know how many marathons he had done?..................... ( I'm waiting for you to guess here) 132 marathons over 18 years. This guy was AWESUME.  he stayed with us for a little while before taking off, although he did finish behind us so I am not sure how he managed that. We also met another man who was a lot older and was on his 118th marathon and he had done that many in 7 years.... You see marathon runners are NUTTERS!

Pete and I had decided that we had to hit each mile sign on the second lap, I think this worked for a few.  It got to the stage where we were so tired that Pete only just managed to hit the sign and I had to touch his shoulder, come mile 22 we just swore at the signs!

I think at this point I was becoming a little grumpy..... You know that time when you get marathon turrets... Random swearing escaping from your mouth before you realise... Pete and I both suffered this from about mile 22.   Jon had been with us all through lap 2, it would be great to hear his take on it bet the witnessed lots of different stages.  We were getting really close, we were hanging on in there we just had the hills to go......... Big thank you now to Jon who helped me up those hills, I don't mean by dragging me up as I clung into his bike but staying with me telling me shit jokes and telling me to put one foot in front of the other.... That's hill was a killer second time round and once we got to the top we knew it was downhill on the way down.... That sub 4 was on the cards, we WERE going to sneak in under 4.  
Pete's son, Oaks joined us at the finish line... 3.57.38..... We did it!!!

Course pb for me by 0ver 8 mins.... New marathon pb for Pete... I was 6th in my age cat and Pete was 8th 
Again big thank you to our support crew.... It makes a huge difference. 
You can watch out randomness here.  Pete was running in prep for his first ultra end of May and is raising money for Somerset air ambulance.  This guy is one of the nicest guys you will ever met and is doing loads for charity, so if you want to follow his progress and of course donate you can check this link out.....

Monday, March 31, 2014

214 km Bristol ball buster

How can you turn down a chance to ride 214km, that's 133 miles for £7. I mean what a bargain, 19p a mile.
audax gals
It was an early start to get to Long Ashton but it didn't take long. Vicky and I met Geoff and Emma there and after a a brief encounter with two famous people we were ready for the off. There was 3 different rides going on and we down for the longest.  This was my first Audax ride and it's all self navigated.  You know what women are like with directions so we had appointed Geoff Ballard as our designated navigator who was the only one who managed to put the course on his Garmin.  We had already decided to complete the challenge as a group.  I couldn't quite believe my eyes when I saw that Chrissie Wellington was in attendance!!! What a boost as we quite calmy discussed Ironman Lanzarote.
Meeting Chrissie Wellington

Getting close to Elvis
The first stint was to Hill which was about 40.8km.  The route was quite flat and we got going into a nice pace.  We arrived at the first check point after about 25 miles.   The WI had been working hard and there was an abundance of cakes.  Vicky and I got to work on the cheesecake and drank our coffee from the finest bone china!!!!! Feeling refreshed or should I say FULL we left Hill and started heading towards Doynton.

Another 25 miles later we hit the second control point. I bumped into my mate Chrissie here as well and also caught up with Ollie.  There was lots laughter and joking during this part of the ride as we were all still fresh and happy.  The scenery was awesume. The next stop less cakes were consumed and we tasted the soup instead.  Again with full bellies off we popped to the next control point.  This stint was a little longer and the "bumpy part of the ride" we headed off towards Chipping Sodbury before turning back and heading towards Glastonbury. There was a humdinger of a hill in this part and there was a fair amount of stripping going on at the top of this hill. Once we got into familiar surrondings we picked the pace up a little, it was good being on our home turf!!!!

90 miles in and  we arrived at Glastonbury, a little stiff , chaffed  and  bitching about how crap we felt at this point.  At this point I was very close to giving up.  I started to make excuses bout how I just wanted to do 100  miles and how I had marathon next Sunday.  I wanted to go on but just thinking about another 43 miles was filling me with dread.  A excutive decision was made the others were happy to go on and that helped me to decide... ALL FOR ONE AND ONE FOR ALL.  Cycling past my house on the way back to Bristol was a tough call let me tell you.

The  little hills became mountains, my legs had waves of fatigue and I was getting tired and grumpy!We made it to the last stop and we had 13 miles left to go.  When we hit 112 miles I just wanted to ditch the bike and start running!!! The last hill was a nasty hill and the only thing that got me up was pure anger because I couldn't rely on my legs or lungs anymore  and the fact that I had enough!!!! I cannot tell you how happy we were to reach the village hall where we started.

Big shout out to Vicky, Emma and Geoff for keeping me going and waiting for me at the top of the hills.  What an acheivement guys... we did it.  We obviously had to celebrate with more cake and coffee befor eheading home.  9 hours in the saddle, thats a long long time.
fresh and ready to go

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Peaky freaky triple duathlon 2014

I've never actually completed in a duathlon, let alone a triple one and I thought swimmimg 5k the day before the race would be a good combi for ironman training. The bad weather had woken me up during the night and the weather forecast wasn't looking that good.  I decided to use aero wheel on the back but normal on front.

The location was Webbington hotel..... Set in a beautiful area overlooking the mendips.  Tea and coffee was laid on, nice touch. As normal I hadn't done my homework on the race just entered blindly, but hey not knowing your fate is probably a good thing huh? It was only two days before the race that I realised that I needed to carry my trainers with me.  The idea of the race was to cycle to each peak run up and down it then cycle to the next one... Easy enough :-)

It was quite windy but hey good Lanza training don't ya know.  There was a few of us from the club doing it and we took our places at the front as the riders would go off in groups of 4 at 30 second intervals. Geoff, Jon, Emma and I were ready for the off.  To cut a long story short within the first mile I realised my wheel was bit shaky so as I looked down I saw my wheel release catch was NOT secure..... Arghhhhhhhhhhhhh..... Quick stop readjust and back on it.  By this time I lost the group I had started with but in a way that was good because I had something to chase.  First bike leg was about 20 miles...nice flattish route but with a head wind that was a bit of a bitch. I had caught up with my group so I was happy.  At Brent knoll you whacked your bike into first transition, change to running shoes, strip off some layers and off you pop for a 2.5 run up Brent Knoll.  Now I've never actually been up any of the peaks and I think ignorance was bliss... Boy it was steep... So steep you couldn't possibly run up all of it anyway I had some serious go pro filming to do.  The views at the top were pretty amazing and again rather bloody windy.  The descent was worse as it was steeper than the tor and quite slippery.  Again multitask Meschee struck again... Not only was I filming I was high giving everyone I passed.. No rejections today

Back to transition, another quick change and back off on the bike for approx 8 miles to the next peak. Again the wind but I just kept thinking Lanza training. The rush of running down had given me an adrenalin rush and I was hot to trot.  The 8 miles to Brean seemed to take forever and the headwind worse than on the first route.  Straight into 2nd transition quick change and off up another hill. The top of Brean down is also a fantastic place looking out at the sun shining on the sea being blown around like a rag down was actually quite liberating.  At each peak you get a different coloured blob marked on your hand. There was a hill again so steep that walking was the only option.  I was chasing Nick..... Emma was always on my tail... It was like a big game of chase.  The second peak was 3.5 miles long and as always the best part is going back down.

Back into transition and the last bike leg back to the Webbington hotel.  The road was really curvy and there was a bit of a tailwind so as I went bombing round the corners making F1 car noises..... because I can. ( I would insert them here but I wouldn't know how to spell them so I let you improvise!!!)  There were  few little rises that seemed as steep as Mount Everest but last transition
came up really quickly.  One more change ( feeling a little like Mr Bob! Was it Mr Bob who changed
all the time in that old children's program?) I could see Nick in the distance and decided I had to hunt him down.... I was slowly gaining on him but my legs were so heavy I had to walk the last bit of Crook's peak.  Once I got my coloured blob I turned around and decided it was now or never.  I have to say here that weight training has improved my down hill running immensely so I went past Nick like a mountain goat on cocaine but without making strange bleating noises, I save that for the finish line!!!!!  I was on fire.... sprinting over rocky cervices and on the way home.  I went to high five the marshal and the go pro went flying.... it was just like watching a go pro slow movie as we both went to grab it... we both missed and luckily only the case latch broke..... clutching my broken case I carried on running, still high fiving people as I went by...
There it was... the finish line.... 3.44.12.... much faster than I thought I would.  

Being the competitive person I am I had been watching to see how many women had gone by and in my head I was fourth so I didnt hang around for the end.  I was very surprised to hear that I had in fact got third overall and 1st in my age category.... GET IN!!!!! missed the dam presentation though... darn it!!!! Thats twice I have done that.

Hot food waiting for the finishers and I couldn't have any due to my food intolerances and allergies but the very nice man went to kitchen and found something I could have... That my friends is what makes a race..... finishers being looked after and fed and watered. 

Well done to Emma, Nick and Jon who battled through the winds and the peaks.  Thanks to Geoff who did an emergency bike call out on Saturday.. the bad boy was running sweet.
Thanks to Peaky freaky for putting on a challenging but different race.