It’s 4:30 AM on Sunday 7 September and I am awake. My alarm clock has not gone off yet – it will in less than 15 minutes.
A little groggy, even though I went to sleep early last night, I get up and get ready for the day.
Thursday, I collected the race pack for all three of us; Friday, Richard and I attended the race briefing and on Saturday, David, Richard and I looked at the transition area and decided how we were going to pass the baton (or in this case the “ChampionChip”) during the race.
Here is the full team, after we have set up pur equipment on Saturday.
From left to right: Dave (AKA Georges – Tri50+ Runner), Richard (Tri50+ Cyclist), Pierre (Tri50+ Swimmer), Moraig and Donald (both brave, or crazy enough to do this as individuals…)
We were early – Richard’s bicycle looks very lonely.
The excitement has been growing for some time now, and today is the time to prove what we can do.
I have been swimming hard for four weeks. I regularly do 60 laps of the complex pool (25 m long) in 32 to 33 minutes. The first time I tried a full 2 km (or 80 laps) of the pool, I did it in 42 minutes. The last time, a week ago, I did it in 36 minutes. I know that swimming in the sea, with 100 competitors around me, is very different, and much harder, but the improvement is still there.
Since I have packed my gear last night, I am ready by 5AM and I leave. East Coast Park is just waking up. It is still dark outside but there are 100 people in front of me waiting for “body markings” – since the race starts with a 1.9 km swim, all participants have to have their number marked on their bare skin. The line moves fast and I get through without delay. Richard is behind me, and gets his number done just right …
I relax for breakfast – a tub of yogurt – about all I can manage to ingest with my knotted stomach. I also have a bottle of water from which I take regular sips to insure I am well hydrated. The organisers and volunteers are doing the same around me and making final preparation for the long day ahead.
By 6 AM I meet Lee Lee, Richard, Moraig and Ronald in the main tent. Moraig and Donald are doing the full race – Richard will be taking over after me for the cycling leg – Lee Lee is there to support all of us…
Competitors throughout are preparing their equipment while it is still completely dark outside. The atmosphere is eerie with lots of activity at a time when this should not be the case. The weather is perfect. air is cool, there is no wind to create waves and the threat of rain is low.
Richard and I are ready for action – “Muscle Men!”
I must begin to concentrate and get ready for my race. I leave my post-swim bag with Richard’s bicycle and join a large number of people at the “swim start”. The elite athletes leave at 7 AM. I go off to the side so that I can do a little warm up and get the feel of the water. I have had a mild cold for a few days and therefore am not sure how I will do. All feels OK!
Audrey has joined us – she did the swim last year and I did the run.
At 7:15 AM, all women competitors leave and men follow at 5 minute interval for different age groups. The teams are last, scheduled for 7:40 AM. I am ready, but still have to wait. Dave joins us at that time and I am glad for the moral support.
7:35 and the last wave of men individual competitors leave. There are 85 teams, so I am encourraged that the start will not be too crowded. In the past two “biathlon” that I did, the start almost drowned me – after 200 m I was ready to give up. My strategy in this case was to start fast, try to get ahead of the crowd and stay to the right of the course, away from the ‘direct’ route. Unfortunately, since 1400 competitors left ahead of us, there is a constant stream of people completing their first swimming lap and starting on the second.
Count Down: 10 … 9 … 8 … 7 … 6 … (my heart accelerates) … 5 … 4 … (competitors start inching forward, anctious to get going) … 3 … 2 … 1 … no horn …. TOOOOT! and I go.
Three steps and a dolphin dive (just as I planned) and I am swimming. Four strokes, breathe, four strikes, breathe, four strokes, breathe … start to relax … two strokes, breathe, two strokes breathe … get into sustainable stroke rate … swim … get away from slower swimmer on the left … swim … I get to the first turn after 150 m and realise that I need to slow down even more as I am out of breath. But the start worked out OK and now I just need to sustain. 350 m to the next turn, than 100 m towards the beach than 300 m than 50 m back to the beach. Just take it one step at a time. Throughout I am surrounded by other swimmers. I see green caps, who left 5 minutes ahead of us, and I see yellow caps, on their second lap, who left 15 minutes ahead of us.
I complete the first lap and look at my stopwatch – 22 minutes, not quite as good as I expected, but below my goal of 45 minutes for the full distance. Dave is first to spot me and shout encouragements, Audrey is just after that – I get renewed energy…
Less than 100 m of jogging along the beach, three steps, dolphin dive – this is not the time to loose concentration – and I am swimming again. There are still a lot of people on all sides of me. there is the one “purple cap” rigth in front of me.
side bar – in order to identify competitors in the swim, all people have to wear a swimming cap and the color of the cap indicates the wave in which they left. Elite competitors have white caps, ladies have orange ones, men go from yellow to blue and green while all teams have purple caps.
I have in front of me a direct competitor – and we have about the same pace. I have heard that you can actually draft even in swimming. When you swim directly behind another person, you use 5 to 8% less effort. I do my best to stay right behind the person in front of me – but I am not sure if it really helps.
Again, 150 m out, 350 m across, 100 m back toward the beach and 300 m across. I gradually increase the pace, just like I did in the pool; by the last turn, and 50 m to go, I am at full speed. Stroke … stroke … no sand keep stroking … stroke … stroke and touch bottom … I get up … I am done … except for the 200 m jog to get to the transition area where Richard is waiting for me.
A quick glance at my watch shows 44 minutes. Happiness, but I was secretly hoping for better. Running in the sand is not easy, but later there is a blue carpet that makes it easier. Fresh water shower – no time to waste. The timing mat is ahead – the swim almost ‘officially’ done. All I have left is an easy jog back to transition where Richard and Dave are waiting.
Than “SNAP” – if this were a cartoon, there would have been a big bubble with “SNAP” in a very ugly font all over it. I am convinced that I actually heard my muscle when it tore. I certainly felt it!
Like a hero with superhuman strength (RIGHT! Ha Ha Ha!) I hop and limp and crawl back to transition where I can give Richard the timing chip and get him going on his 90 km cycle. While Richard gets the timing chip from my ankle and puts it on his, Dave is there waiting with the bicycle – I am just glad it is over…
Andy Ong, a friend I have cycled with, and Zhou Miao, a technician at the plant, are still waiting for their swimmers to get back – I am feeling a little better that we might be the top EM team…
Richard does his first 30 km lap in 55 minutes and does the second lap in the same time – we have a pretty good idea of when he will get back.
First back in transition is Donald after a very good cycling leg. He left 15 minutes before me, but is now about 20 minute ahead of Richard. Next came Moraig – she left 25 minute ahead of us, but is only 5 minutes in the lead now.
It is 10:50 and Richard pulls in at the end of his leg. The temperature is up and so is the sun. Dave now has to deal with both for 21 km. My concern is that he has not had much experience in Singapore and may not be able to deal with the heat. I start to feel guilty (a bit late for that, I realise) at having invited him on the team since he just moved here 2 weeks ago. After 1 lap, he look OK. After two, he look a bit red… but he is still going strong.
Donald is first to finish with an excellent time under 6 hours. Moraig is able to stay ahead and finishes just ahead of Dave. He crosses the line and smiles – glad that the punishment is over. We collect our “medal” and “Finisher” T-shirts as rewards. Our total time is just under 6 hours, much better than last year.
There are still a lot of competitors out on the course. It is impossible, and unfair, to compare a team performance to what it takes to do the whole race as an individual. But we started last and finished in the first 300 competitors overall. I am very happy with the results. And we do look good!
As last year, the main reward is just to finish and to be part of such an incredible event. To see the satisfaction of competitors when they get to the end of the race is unique. One lady ended with a cartwheel and back flip. Several others crossed the line with their whole families who came to watch. All were applauded by the crowd and us, recognising what it took to get there.
Afterwards, I went home and was finally able to out my leg on ice and try to get the swelling down. It is better today, and I am sure will improve further, but it is clear that I am not going to do much running or cycling for weeks to come. Everybody tells me that this is a part of getting old, but I refuse to accept that. As soon as possible, I will be back on the training track, swimming Mondays, Gym Tuesdays, Running Wednesdays, Cycling Fridays and Dragon Boat Saturdays. I just love the heady feeling and will get back to it as soon as possible.
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