Dear Diary…
March 2010:
Without racing in a single triathlon during the summer, after an operation in October didn’t allow me to do any physical activity for 2 months, or any intense activity for a while thereafter I enjoyed a complete 6 month break from the sport. Feeling very unfit and removed from the triathlon World, I consider sending in my application to Triathlon Australia, requesting a spot in the World Championship team for 2010. After winning last year on the Gold Coast (M30-34 Sprint), it was always a question that needed to be answered for this year.
I look over my weekly calendar and see it filled with all the regular stuff… client appointments and running my own personal training studio, a mixed basketball game once a week, a mid-week jog and a long run on the weekend. On the side and in the gaps, my free time is spent hanging out with friends, family, meeting the boys for a parma, then heading out to watch the footy, a gig, or hitting the nightclubs for an all-nighter on Saturday.
April 2010:
I decide to complete the application form and encourage my training buddy and housemate, Pete Matthews to do the same. We both apply and both get in the team. We’re the only Australians in the 30-34 age group. We agree that too many people in triathlon let training rule their World, and that having a balance is the most important thing. That becomes our focus for the next few months. I write a 5-month training program, allowing time for rest and recovery which was usually timed with social events or trips away where I was unable to train effectively. I start my aerobic conditioning phase.
May 2010:
Saturday 1st May – A group of us head to Groovin’ the Moo music festival, to see some bands for the day. The training program is very relaxed at this stage so there wasn’t any reason to pass up the opportunity to listen to some great tunes.
Saturday 8th May – Stay in Bright for a bike riding weekend with mates, and complete the ride up Mt Hotham & Falls Creek on Saturday & Sunday respectively. We head to the local pub for a massive counter meal and enjoy a few beers.
June 2010:
Start training with the Yarra MultiSport swimming squad 2 times a week.
13th June – Compete in the Rutherglen 10km fun run. Finish 3rd and arrange to meet my supportive mates at the finish line who hand me a wine glass as we make our way to the first bus for a day of wine and music in the vineyards at the annual ‘Winery Walkabout’.
July 2010:
The training gets hard as the strength phase builds and life gets busy. Melbourne’s winter is cold this year and the long bike rides require plenty of discipline (and online shopping for warm leggings and windproof cycling vests). I think of all my competitors in Europe and the U.S. racing in their summer sunshine, refining their skills at each race as they focus on Worlds at the end of their season. I head to Noosa for a 5-day break from Melbourne’s winter, event though it rained for 3 of the 5 days…
Towards the end of the month I begin to feel much fitter after 2 months of solid training and decide to enter the 14km Sydney City to Surf fun run, for some healthy competition at threshold pace.
August 2010:
5th August – watch the Hawks lose to the Sydney Swans at the SCG. Not a good game to be a hawks fan in Sydney!
6th of August – compete in the City to Surf for the first time and finish in 76th place in 48:45. Surprise myself with how good I felt throughout the run, considering it is almost 3 times longer than the run leg in a sprint triathlon, and my first time over the challenging course.
The training program shifts into developing speed and power with some plyometric training in the gym and shorter, sharper sessions at Box Hill athletics track. My swimming begins to improve as I build in confidence after a few months of squad training in Richmond. Melbourne’s winter continues to mess with my enthusiasm as I battle the wind and rain, swapping a few longer bike rides for shorter, sharper strength sessions around Kew Blvd to dodge the rain clouds.
Saturday 15th August – compete in the Richmond duathlon for my only chance at race paced transitions and finish 2nd overall.
Tuesday 24th August – Final hard run session. 1km reps with my running partner of 12 years Dan Rees. This session was one for the memory books. We make a start in the freezing cold rain and wind. My times are quick, I’m feeling strong. With 2 x 1km reps to go… it begins to HAIL. We refuse to stop, and continue to push through while being pelted with hail. We jog back to the car feeling like He-Man for not quitting and think (again) of the guys overseas in the warm sun racing and training…
September 2010:
Saturday 4th September – fly to Budapest.
Pete and I check in to the apartment and make our final preparations before the race on the weekend. We familiarise ourselves with the local restaurants and search for the good coffee shops. The temperature in Budapest is not a great deal warmer than in Melbourne.
Wednesday 8th September – we make our way to the transition area to practice on the swim course. The water temperature is 16-degrees. I struggle to keep my head under water it’s so cold.
During that week I feel quite relaxed and look forward to seeing Kate, who’s travelling from Melbourne to watch me compete. She arrives the day before the race. Pete and I complete a few final easy training sessions and manage to keep our nerves under control.
Saturday 11th September – RACE DAY. I wake up early, and head outside for a walk/jog. It’s raining and I turn around after about 500m in favour of a warm shower and a stretch then meet Pete shortly after and make our way to the race site. The transition area is flooded and everything is wet. We set up our bikes, running shoes, helmet and sunglasses as the rain continues to fall.
We find a dry undercover area to go through some warm-up drills. With 20-mins before our start the rain stops, we get into our wetsuits, and make our way to the starting area.
Shortly after, we line-up for the start of the race and shake hands wishing each other luck. Pete’s been anxiously keen to hit the start line in the lead up to the race, after last years gastro ordeal. He’s keen for redemption. I’ve been feeling similar to last year, ready to race, but with the added pressure of being last years winner, so I’m a little more nervous. I’d often think to myself: “Can I win a back-to-back World Championship without racing a single triathlon in-between…” I’d calm myself by thinking, “all I want to do is go faster than last year.” By focusing on myself and on the things I could control, I felt less pressure. I tried not to think about what anyone else might be thinking.
The gun goes off and I don’t even notice the temperature of the water. I go hard to the first buoy and find myself in 2nd or 3rd position, and feel comfortable. As we make our way back towards transition I begin to let my heart-rate stabilise and drop a few spots. I’m thinking of the long run into transition and onto the bike.
At the completion of the swim, I’m not sure of my actual position, and look for guys in transition from my waive and guess I’m in about 8th (I was actually in 6th position). I’m keen to get on the bike and feel excited by the possibility to make up some time on my new time-trial machine. Perhaps I should have been more focused on where my bike was, because I ran straight passed it in transition! A rookie error by someone who should know better… grrrrrrrr! On the bike, pushing the pedals, angry at my mistake but cautious in the slippery conditions.
It became a battle with Arthur Ferraz from Brazil on the bike until Mark Nolan from Ireland flew past with the fastest bike split of 27:22. I ended up with the 2nd fastest bike split in my age group by keeping Mark in my sights and finished with the Brazilian right by my side. Oliver Milk from Great Britain was hot on our heels.
I wasn’t sure on my place after the bike ride either, all I knew was “that one guy from Ireland was ahead of me” so I made him my target. He was ahead of me, that’s all that mattered. It’s difficult to think about too many things during a race, so I made him my only focus.
Sprinting out of transition and into the first few hundred meters (I wanted the run to be my big improver on last years race), I wasn’t sure I was making up any ground. The course was straight and flat, so I had clear sight of him the entire way. “Am I making up any ground?” It seemed to be taking for ever. The thoughts began to creep into my head… I considered the satisfaction of a top 3 position, and acknowledged that it would still be a great result. I quickly shut down those thoughts and pushed myself even harder. I wanted the win. I had to look at the ground a few times for as long as possible, so that when I looked up I could notice the distance between us diminishing. Slowly, slowly his figure was creeping closer, I was in-fact catching him. It took just over 4km to pass him, and once I did, he did not have enough in the tank to stay with me. I was on the home stretch, and couldn’t see anyone ahead of me. I pushed even harder with the added confidence of overtaking someone, and denied him the opportunity of a sprint finish.
The 5km run was mentally and physically testing for me, and so as I turned into the final 100m stretch I could see the finish line and knew my race had been run. There was no-one to catch before the line and I had no pressure from anyone behind me, so I slowed down (as if my body switched off) and jogged into the line. I had worked so hard for so many months, and pushed myself to the limit for 59 minutes & 42 seconds, there was no need to sprint anymore.
As I crossed the line almost 2-minutes quicker than last year, I was called over the P.A. system as “World Champion”. I had won again!
A second World Championship in as many years… what a massive relief knowing the trip to the other side of the World, and all the hard work at training had paid off. To top it all off, at the end of the day I had the second fastest time overall which was a welcomed surprise, and the fastest run split!
October 2010:
After a well deserved holiday throughout Europe with Kate, I’m back to work at Unlimited Personal Training and planning my racing season for the Melbourne summer. Tomorrow morning I’m in the pool training for the summer season in Melbourne.
It’s a strange feeling to win an age-group World Championship. While you’re not racing against the elite & the best of the best, you’re racing against others from around the World who are best at balancing full-time jobs, busy lifestyles and triathlon training. I feel I don’t miss out on anything by training for such a demanding sport. We all have to make sacrifices to achieve massive goals but the focus of my personal life is to enjoy myself first. I know when it’s time to train hard and when to switch-off. Preparation and periodisation make my training time more effective and my recovery time more relaxing. I choose to race over the sprint distance to keep this balance in-check and because it suits my lifestyle. The racing is fast and skilful and every move makes a difference. You need to be on your toes the entire time. I love it.
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