It's been a while since I last sat down and worked up the motivation to write anything. A six month old baby will do that for you. I left off having just completed my first sprint triathlon, and entered my second. Since then, I've done that second triathlon, a 50-mile cycle sportive (the 'not-racing' part), and as of last weekend, made my first foray into the world of cyclocross.
The triathlon was the PMA Racing Derby Sprint Triathlon, run out of the village of Etwall, out to the west of the city. The swim was carnage - 25m pool and narrow lanes meant it was much more congested than at 33m Moorways two weeks earlier, especially since I seemed to have drawn a lane full of people who had massively over-estimated their ability when entering their predicted swim time (which determines the start order) on the entry form. I had a couple of head-on collisions, which I'm pretty sure were with the same person from the next wave after mine. Once my fault and once his, and probably both the result of frustration with the traffic.
Out of the pool (timestamps on Sarah's photos from poolside show I was within 15 seconds of my predicted time, just saying) and I think I was a bit more efficient through transition, aided by elastic laces and not bothering with either gloves or jersey, but hindered by getting a bit unsighted looking for my spot in the racks. Unfortunately the timing mats were having a bit of a bad day, and a lot of us didn't get a full set of split times, so there's no definitive measure of how long it took. I do know that I started the cycle leg a few seconds behind a female competitor who had been in my start wave and who I'd beaten out of the pool, so there's still work to do.
After the unwelcome shock of the first 500m or so being a reasonably steep uphill, I settled into the bike and my newly acquired aerobars. In contrast to the City Tri's urban out-back-out-back course, here we had a single loop round quiet country roads to the west of Derby - well, quiet apart from the convoy of vintage tractors heading in the other direction half way round, which was a bit of a squeeze to get past on the narrow roads without giving up too much speed.
Through T2, and out onto the run - again with the not-entirely-welcome treat of two 45-degree grass slopes to climb to get off the playing fields and out onto the roads. In the photo above I'm looking at the second of those climbs, hence the look of distress. I did get into the swing of it, and was even able to smile for the finish line photo, but still too slow - the same lady from my start wave, who I'd repassed and gapped on the cycle, breezed past me a couple of minutes in to the run, and pulled a good five minutes on me by the finish line. Some work to do over the winter.
(photos courtesy of the organisers and Sport Sunday photography)
The weekend after was the Cycle Derby Sportive - the 'not-racing' bit of the title, despite involving a marked course, a mass start, and timing chips. I opted for the 50-mile variant, had a brief pang of regret at the start for not going for the 100-miler, but it was definitely the right call, as there was a lot of climbing involved. Completed the course at an average of 15mph, including a few stops for food and for losing a contact lens half way round. I carried a camera the whole way round without taking any pictures en-route, so here's one of the new Derby Velodrome at the start.
And finally, this weekend, I made my first foray into cyclocross with NDCXL at a very muddy Markeaton park. Not terribly successfully - I fell off the back of the pack within about five minutes, then got passed by the under-23s and most of the ladies, and lapped twice by the leaders before the bell. Then with the end in sight the rear-mech hanger snapped about a third of the way into the final lap, leaving me to carry back to the pits for a DNF.
I came home from my first triathlon, fired up the laptop and entered the second. Having done the second, I've already got several pencilled into the diary for next year, and am currently trying to figure out a winter training routine to make myself faster. Likewise, doing a 100-mile sportive is a definite goal for 2015. As for 'cross, much as I wanted to like it, the jury's still out, for a couple of reasons.
Firstly, I expected it to be difficult, and to be at the back of the field, but thought there'd be enough spread to give me someone to race against - as was the case with enduro, rally, and triathlon. As it turned out, I'd need to make a massive improvement to even be at the back of the field.
Secondly, I felt a bit out of place. Judging by the pits, about two-thirds of the field had turned up with two bikes, a petrol-powered jet-washer, and a helper to wash and service the bike they weren't riding so they could swap bikes each lap. Most of the remaining third was people who couldn't find a helper but had still brought two bikes. Two people didn't have a spare bike, but had left a spare pair of wheels in the pits - and one of them had also DNF'd with a broken rear mech hanger. I had a box with a couple of tubes and a pump.
A bit of a post-DNF grump? Possibly. As it turns out, I can't do either of the rounds in December anyway due to other commitments, so I've got until mid-January to decide whether I want to have another go.