World Championships Edmonton part 2.

Olympic Distance World Championships

Position 40th.

Swim 1500m- 23:03
Bike 40km- 1:08 (with a puncture)
Run 10km- 35:59

This race will probably haunt my dreams for many years to come and has took me quite a while to get over but I feel I should still write a summary of how it went!

Despite having a hard race two days before i was actually feeling really good. I had completely recovered from the Sprint and was looking forward to the longer distance and a tough day out. Once again i knew the course well and knew it suited me. Another chance to represent my country two days after i had done the same thing was extremely exciting!

The swim start was a lot more chaotic than the Sprint, in all honesty it was a total mess. There were bodies, arms and legs everywhere at the start but i just really tried hard to stay calm and push on. Things settled a bit after the first lap and i was beginning to feel good and almost enjoy the swim. One thing i has realised this year is I love racing, I love being part of it, pushing myself to the limit and racing other around me. After a decent swim i came out the water with the crowds shouting us on and again into transition.

It was really cold on race day, i believe it was below 10 degrees and despite the water being warm the air temperature really hit me in transition and i struggled a bit to get my things together! However soon enough i was out onto the bike ready to get to work.

The bike course was rapid, the first uphill and downhill i was taking seriously quick trying to warm myself up and get the legs going. Up the second hill and i catching some guys and then...shit. When you cycle a lot you can immediately feel when something is wrong. You just know it, the bike performs completely differently. And that's when i knew, at 4km into the bike course i had a puncture. My rear back tyre was gone completely.

I'm not exactly sure of my first thoughts, a lot went on in my head, swearing, disappointment, utter panic everything. But never did it cross my mind to stop or give up. I was here racing the World Championships, i had worked so hard to be here invested so much physically and mentally i would keep going, i would try so bloody hard and see what i could do.

It was horrible, it was utterly horrible. I could only ride around 30km/h when the course is so much faster than that and i had so many people flying past me on the bike. I felt extremely low and just tried to watch the km's go past on my garmin. A couple of team mates flew past me shouting encouragement thinking i was having a bad day (but soon realised the actual situation!). After about 3/4 of the bike course my legs were really beginning to hurt, dragging a flat tyre up hills and along flats is pretty hard going and i was close to tears but i knew i didn't have long left and soon i could finish this bloody bike.

I didn't even bother to eat or drink on the bike like i normally do, i just kept my eyes fixed on the garmin and hoped the time would go faster, the bike was two laps and going past the crowd sitting up on my bike going pretty slow felt quite humiliating.

Anyway an hour and 8 minutes later i was into transition. I threw my helmet down after dumping my bike and began the run like a possessed man, I was angry, disappointed and frustrated. I felt cheated but i wanted a run, i wanted to finish the race with a good run if thats all i could do. I told myself to just run run as hard as i possibly could without collapsing.

There were a few guys in my age group who i set out to catch and dually did so which made me feel slightly better. But crossing the line i was gutted, i had finished 40th so still beat over 20 people but that didn't matter. I knew i was better than the results sheet and i knew i could have had such a stronger race.

For the next couple of days and certainly after the race despite some evening tequila and beer i felt crap. I was really down and struggling to get over the race. I kept thinking about it, about what could have been and i analysed the results sheet at least 10 times. My coach Graeme and my parents and friends were all messaging me but quite honestly i didn't listen to anyone.

After the race i headed to the Rockies for a couple of days to do some hiking and see some of Canada. It was only then whilst i was hiking i really thought about it all. I thought how incredible it was to race for my country, to race a World Championships and race at that level. It sunk it that no i couldn't do anything about a puncture, i didn't under perform or not have the legs it was out with my control. Yes i would have loved a better result and would have had one but that wasn't how the day went. I think i dealt with it as best as i could by keeping riding and i still gave my all on the run. It was time to start moving on, think about the next race and get my head back in the game, Shit happens but it is how we deal with it that defines us.
"Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts"
Thank you for reading this, and thank you for your support!

World Championships Edmonton Canada.

Sprint Distance World Championships.
29th August- Edmonton Canada.

Time: 1:05
750 swim - 11:00
20 km bike- 32:19
5km run- 17:30

Position- 17th

So although this race feels like ages ago it was about time i gave an update of how it actually went! I flew out to Canada about 6 days prior to my first race, i thought this would give me enough time to get used to the time zone, the climate and suss out the course. The days leading up to the race went exactly like that, I would usually do some training mostly on the race course, attend registrations, events or meetings and try and rest as much as possible.

After a couple of days and once the jet lag had faded i was feeling ready to go and in good shape. After attending the opening ceremony, parade of nations and opening banquet it was back to my hotel room to sleep and get ready. I was feeling extremely nervous, i think seeing all the other countries and athletes really put it into perspective that I was racing the World Championships in the morning!

At the race venue it was looking like it would be a beautiful day, i set up my final things in transition had a chat with a couple of team mates and close friends and begun my usual warm up. After that we were in the holding pen, ready to be led out onto the beach. For me this was an incredible moment, we walked across the grass lead by a bagpiper and the crowds surrounded us cheering us to the start. My adrenaline was definitely going through the roof at this point and i felt completely ready.

The race start was a dive in from the beach, I knew it was going to be crowded so tried to pick a spot that seemed at least a little less crowded and lined up. As we stood there waiting i just thought about how hard i had worked to be there and my heart was almost beating out of my wetsuit. Next, the horn sounded and we were off.

Swim
The swim was less chaotic than i thought it would be, I had a strong fast start and tried to push away from the crowds. After the first bouy I just tried to settle into a rhythm and focus on my own race. Occasionally I would try and draft from a swimmer and just keep out of trouble. I was swimming a lot harder than normal as when I came out the water for the run into transition i could hardly breathe. We had a long run into transition and at first i was really struggling to breathe, i can't explain why but it was a little scary at first. I soon calmed down and was ready to grab the bike.

Bike
I knew the bike course suited me and I knew it would be fast, it had a couple of climbs: one at the start which was quite steep but short and i had ridden many times previous to the race, the second climb was a long gradual uphill which was seriously fast, the tarmac was brand new and with a bit of wind you could fly up the hill! Onto the bike i just set to work, trying to catch some swimmers and putting in a strong effort. The roads were closed and generally brilliant quality so the riding was fantastic, On a couple of the downhill and flat sections there was a strong headwind but with the tailwind there wasn't much of a lost time. At points the course was quite crowded and with some questionable bike handling i just made sure to keep safe and go as hard as i could.

Run
Coming off the bike i was feeling fantastic, the crowds were amazing and although i went very hard on the bike i knew i had the run legs. The run course was a little strange, it was semi off road on a forest trail and quite narrow in places. It wasn't the fastest run course but still i was hoping to finish with a strong run. After the trail you pop out back into the park where the crowds were amazing and you have people to chase down. I just kept telling myself to go harder and harder until i crossed the line.

I finished the Sprint race 17th and was delighted! 17th in a World Championships in my first proper year of triathlon felt incredible! I don't think i could have really done much better in the race so it was a good reflection of where i am compared to the World! It was then time to rest as i had the Olympic distance race 2 days later!