Run 1st 35:18
Bike 2nd 2:39:46
Run 2nd 1:20:37
I arrived in France Tuesday, 4 days before the world champs. It was cold, a lot colder than I'm used to. But nothing some warm clothes and a wetsuit wouldn't fix (or so I thought). There was some talk that the water was cold and that the swim could possibly be reduced or cancelled. NO WAY! I thought to myself. I've been training hard for this. I flew all the way to France to compete in the World Long Course Triathlon Champs - 4km swim, 120km bike, 30km run. I want to do the full course, the accurate distance.
On Thursday I went to race start for a practice swim in the lake where I'll be racing on Saturday morning. Standing on the sand with my wetsuit on, neoprene cap plus silicone cap on, a jumper and jacket over top and still in socks and shoes, I was shivering uncontrollably. Jared said "you don't have to do this". How will I do it for 4 whole kilometers if I can't even jump in now. I stripped off and dived in and it felt like I'd face planted straight into a cold hard rock wall. I swam like a stiff robot trying to avoid any water getting into my wetsuit. After a few strokes my frozen face was so sore that I had to start doing polo. I gritted my teeth and told myself to just make it to the first buoy. I got a little over half way there before I started to panic... What if I can't get back? What if I freeze out here? I can't yell to anyone cos my mouth is too frozen to get words out. I turned around and tried to get back as fast as I could. When I reached the sand Jared was there to put my jackets back on me. I didn't remove my neoprene cap. I was shaking like crazy and couldn't move my fingers. Jared had to put my shoes on me before throwing me in the car with heaters blasting. I didn't get out of my wetsuit for over an hour. I lasted less than 5minutes in the water. Maybe I wouldn't mind if they cancelled the swim after all.
Race day arrived. I was prepared. I'd ridden up the mountain pass earlier in the week and I'd ridden 3 out of the 14km down. I knew how many layers I'd need. I had long tights, arm warmers and three jackets on for warm up. I started the race in arm warmers and a vest on over my race kit.
That's some work to do. I felt terrible. My legs were like heavy stumps. I could hardly move them and my splits were showing that. I plodded along almost convinced I could not catch Camilla. The run course was awesome. Nice dirt trails with beautiful green trees on either side. The first 10km went rather quick because of the tight trails and continual turns but it didn't help the fact I still felt terrible and I wasn't catching Camilla as fast as I'd hoped. The split Jared gave me at 8k was still about 1min 30 down. Jared popped up again at the 12km mark at the top of the 2nd last hill and told me I was still 1min down. I thought "It's all over, second place it's going to be". Then he yelled "you can still win this". It was then that something finally triggered in my head.