Both Rob and Neil qualified directly for the European
Championships with Rachael as 1st reserve Steve is also
a reserve on the waiting list with the other all fairing very well
and flying the club flag but being just outside of the selection
group but may get in on the roll down.
A race that is well worth doing if you are in the area or are
happy to travel the distance.
Bedford - it's a pleasant kind of place - or so it seemed in the
small amount that we were exposed to. Nestled in between ring roads
and out of town shopping centers lay the embankment, a park with a
clean straight river with limited weeds, friendly fowl, lots of
green areas, a tarmac covered path around the perimeter and men in
shorts and compression tights. Almost a perfect setting for a
triathlon.
So seven of MSTC's finest and Colin set of in search or glory or
humiliation in a field where over half of the competitors were to
finish in less that 2hours 30 minutes.
Lawrence was unfortunately unable to start, being a fine family
man Lawrence decided to bring his family and after an unfortunate
family accident followed by an afternoon in A&E Loz was not
able to start, but child and dad are ok. (post event note - Loz
chose not to take his family to the Worthing Tri and managed to
start the event)
Tents were erected and advice was sought from two of MSTC best
know members as to how to best to prepare for the most competitive
race of the season - off to the pub is the unanimous retort, yep it
may be counter intuitive but bladder and intestine loading is the
way to go.
A question arises; Should you take your family to a triathlon
(so far it would seem the answer is one vote for no and none for
yes) - when this is asked of you what goes through your mind, will
they:
(a) cramp my style
(b) get in the way
(c) affect my
preparation
(d) result in an
afternoon in hospital and a DNS
(e) cost too much
(f) affect my
performance
(g) prevent me from
sharing a tent with three fit members of the opposite sex who have
just downed a load of beer, are testosterone loaded and hyped up
for the race of their year.
Rachael considered the options very carefully! - 2-0 in favour
of leaving the family at home.
It was an early start, so late to bed - yep counter intuitive
again. Neil chose a remote location away from Tent de Rachael
worried that too much noise may keep him up and ruin his
race.
He was quite right - Robs flatulence was thunderous as methane
bazookas echoed around the campsite accompanied by teenage laughter
from the blokes and telling off from Rachael - it was going to be a
long night for us all.
As the three bladder and intestine loaded men were shepherded
and zipped into the holding pens located at each end of the tent
Rachael monitored the door and the emergency escape route, a good
idea - or was it.
As the noise subsided all were gassed into a restless sleep with
the odd groan of 'get of' and 'yes of course I love you, now go to
sleep' coming from one of the holding pens.
Two hours later it dawned on the blokes - not the sunrise - the
bladder, gently sloshing as it was pressed down on cold hard soil
or spiky vertebrate.
What to do?
Tough men are turned to pulp at the thought of having to wake a
sleeping woman in the middle of the night - so they lay there
zipped in their pens trying to ignore their bloating and expanding
abdomens as the exit continued to be guarded by slumber. 'You
will not pass' Gandalf's staff pushed gently into the bladder 'You
will not pass' another jab from the staff as stars of pain appeared
before our eyes.
Sh----------t sh-------t I can t take it any more, I am
sure Terry Waite's captivity went quicker than those few hours
lying there wide awake with a pulsating melon in your pants
expanding as it sucks up moisture from a hidden oasis of
beer.
'Is any one awake' a voice as puny as a baby smeagol on horse
tranquilizers gently filters through the nylon of the holding pen,
the sound came from a creature so rancid, its body pulsating with
pain, devoid of testosterone and scared sh---tless of the possible
consequences of waking the guardian of the tent - once more just in
case 'is any one awake'
'Yes'
'What?'
''Yes'
It wakes -
A butterfly fluttered somewhere in northern Uzbekistan - the
holding pens were ripped apart as three grown men trampled
uncontrollably over a helpless prostrate female, flung themselves
in to the open air entered Modor, scaled Mount Doom and threw their
precious (it was that colour) into the crack of doom of shiny
porcelain urinals - Middle Earth was safe or so it
seemed.
Five hours later the race was to start, four hours of which
consisted of Steve refusing to leave the campsite until his bowels
moved. And move they did - a couple of times at the campsite
followed by a few more at transition. The battle of the bowels has
passed
Preparation was complete.
The veiling shadow that glowers in the East takes shape as the
battle of transitions continued.
Colin won the battle of T1 with a glorious time of 1.11 a full 5
seconds in front of Neil who just sneaked in front of Rob by one
second.
T2 was not so good for Colin who had gone over to the dark side
and ran down the wrong aisle, Steve was determined to gain back his
transition crown and put in an incredible 57 seconds a full two
seconds in front of Neil, this is attained by carrying your shoes
our of transition and putting them on past the timing mat, Colin
trailed out of transition some 27 later to rue his orienteering
skills.
The swim was wet, the bike consisted of putting out a constant
400 watts, the run hurt.
by Colin Chambers
Results (in finishing order)
|
Swim
|
T1
|
Bike
|
T2
|
Run
|
Overall
|
Neil Giles
|
24.48
|
1.16
|
1.03.58
|
0.59
|
37.14
|
02.08.14
|
James Dear
|
28.12
|
1.23
|
1.03.15
|
1.19
|
39.16
|
02.13.22
|
Robert Hoodless
|
26.29
|
1.17
|
1.09.14
|
1.09
|
39.53
|
02.18.00
|
Colin Chambers
|
27.11
|
1.11
|
1.06.55
|
1.24
|
42.05
|
02.18.45
|
Steve Alden
|
28.06
|
1.22
|
1.09.35
|
0.57
|
40.23
|
02.20.21
|
Rachael Baker
|
28.30
|
1.42
|
1.15.00
|
1.09
|
44.18
|
02.30.37
|
Hazel Tuppen
|
28.08
|
1.52
|
1.20.05
|
1.27
|
45.43
|
02.37.13
|