Well, we’re little more than 12 hours away from our fourth challenge – our first ever triathlon. I wanted to try one after watching some amazing footage of the athletes in the Ironman races (really, truly ridiculously long triathlons…) while Cozzie simply fancies Olympic gold medallist Alistair Brownlee and is hoping she might be able to help him into his wetsuit tomorrow… (massive cradle-snatcher – he’s six years younger than her!). Dave Marsden has also decided to tag along – we’ve got a £5 bet on who’ll win, but I think his long legs on the bike might get him across the line first…
Just after noon we will hit the start line at the Eton Dorney supersprint triathlon, run by Human Race – a 400m swim, 21.2km bike and 5km run at Dorney Lake, the site of the Olympic rowing regatta last year. A supersprint triathlon is the shortest triathlon there is – less than half the Olympic distance and nothing compared to an Ironman, which is a staggering 3.8k swim, 180k bike ride and then a mind-numbing 26.2 mile marathon – not something we’ll be doing any time soon!
A supersprint may be comparatively short, but it’s still quite a challenge for us and is no mean feat. It also attracts some pretty decent athletes – the race also took place today, with none other than Formula 1 star Jenson Button among the competitors, finishing a very credible fifth. The winner of today’s race crossed the line in less than an hour – which is something special, when I reckon we might take about 45 minutes longer than that…!
But Cozzie and I have been busting our b*lls training for this, so fingers crossed we’ll be OK. In just a few short months Cozzie has transformed herself from swimming like a drowning rat to being a serious contender to that amazing (non-drug enhanced) Chinese swimmer at the Olympics last summer – massively proud of what she’s achieved, and it goes to show what you can do with a bit of mental application (even if you look like a black earthworm – see pic…).
Yesterday morning we did our one and only practice of transition 1 (the bit where you change from swimming to the bike). With our snazzy wetsuits on we made Mitcham swimming pool look more like a fetish party than anything else, but we haven’t had any complaints (yet…). Man, it’s hard work swimming in a wetsuit – you basically look like the Michelin man as it fills up with water and you can barely swing your arms above your head for the front crawl, but at least it gives you some buoyancy so you won’t drown…
Today we had a quick ride around Richmond Park with our fellow triathlete (am I over-egging it, calling us that?!) Dave to try to get used to the incredible jelly-leg feeling you get when you go from the bike to the run. I did it on Thursday – a 21.6km bike ride followed by a 5km run – and you feel like you’re running like Bambi – legs of jelly that simply won’t hold you up. It’s a bizarre feeling, and I think the only way through it on race day will be a sneaky Snickers during the second transition for energy, or at least a handful of Jelly Babies to give us a bit of a boost.
So that’s it – we’ve done our carb loading – a bit of pasta and far too many Galaxy Minstrels… and come 12pm on Sunday Cozzie will be ready to unleash her amazing swimming technique and Dave and I will be trying to squeeze into our wetsuits in time for our start an hour later. It’s going to be a hell of a day – Human Race know how to put a brilliant event – so fingers crossed, tomorrow night we’ll have some good news to report!