It's been two days since I crossed the finish line and still gives me goose bumps to remember what I felt during the last 100m of the race. Notice that this chronic
will be long because I want to reread it at 1, 5 or 20 years and relive it all over again.
After a long but fun trip in the van rented along with Manu, Gus and Paul, speaking of triathlon for 8 hours, we arrived on Friday night to Calella. Little by little we are meeting with the rest of the armadillos, a quick dinner and bed.
presented Saturday as a day stressful. At 10 we were ready to pick up the dorsal and then swim a little to see was the sea. Here begins the first moment of affright. Too much waves and current. We quarreling about 600 or 700m from water, not swimming. As the morning thing does not improve I will drop the octopus in the water, I think. After the technical meeting and ate all the pasta we can. Afternoon and had to prepare all the logistics of the bike race and pit stop. Here comes the second day affright. Of the 2000 bikes that probably had 20 bikes had no worse than mine. There were bikes of 5000 or 6000 euros, with its coupling, lenticular wheels, aerodynamics. Note to Laura: tranqui, which so far I have not thought of changing a donkey, I have grown fond. To end the day we go to the "pasta party" and prontito sleep, or at least try.
And D-Day arrives I despiero at 5:15, before the alarm sounds. The first thing I do is go to the terrace and see that Don Eolo be protagonist in the race. Come on Sergio, good thoughts! After a light breakfast at 6:45 we arrived at the pit area. I find that my bike is still there and almost no time to get the wetsuit and send us to call room. In the 1900 participants have separated into 4 outputs at intervals of 5 minutes. I'm in the third so I can have respect for the vision of the first two
impressive.
And finally, at 7:40 our time comes. We give encouragement and clapping with everyone, athletes and audience, we're getting into the water, quietly. Go rush! 1900m ahead we swimming, 90 km bike and half marathon dessert.
At first swim more or less comfortable, but at the first buoy turn and head along the 800m stretch things start to go wrong. I try to lift the head to orient the waves but I can not see the buoys. At least I'm not alone, as in other triathlons, so I decide to stick everything possible to people and try to stay tucked. I know how bad I swim and this will be the worst segment in which I will pass, but I try to be calm, take the pulse low and not fret too much, especially with the inevitable shots of saltwater. Finally, we reached the buoy and is supposed to go from here and is in favor of the current
. The problem is that I got to swim in the wrong direction and when we were almost reaching the beach we stopped a boat to tell us that we go through another buoy. There I dropped the soul to the feet. I figure that would have made about 150 or 200 more, and played turn again upstream. In short, patiently and slowly rotate it at the last buoy. I will not weary of arms and although I have many athletes ahead of the final output will also get to catch any of the above.
Finally I get to the beach, I stand and I get dizzy but I care less, once I finished the swim and I'm going to end, for me the worst has passed. I look at the stopwatch: 44'30''worse than expected but given the circumstances I'm not dissatisfied at all. I do think a key question in the future: another turn again? Yes, yes I quietly into another round. While I'm removing the top of the neoprene try to run to turn a little leg. Oscar I see a few meters ahead and hit him a cry Come on! Despite the dizziness I get to my bike bag and head to the tent. They also see Carlos go! I try to make the transition as fast as I can. I put the wetsuit, mask and hat and I wear socks, goggles, helmet and back.
pit stop when I hear the cheers of cheerleaders Thanks! Mary Fer tells me that takes me 5 minutes. There are few bikes but I am surprised to see the Manu, something had to
through water.
And start the bike. The first kms very ugly, wandering through Calella and unable to go fast without taking unnecessary risks. Then we take N-II to the south and from here it can be put development and rock it. Not too windy and the temperature is perfect. I very good step by enough people but I also spend a few, especially those that come attached. It's okay, this is very long. At km 17 Manu passes me and I'm glad to see you well. He tells me that book for the return to be with the headwind. Knowledge cyclists Manu rival those of Perico Delgado, so what he will say mass. I heed and loosen the pace a tad.
At km 25 is the first supplies and turning inward. At the moment I either fluid in the drums so I still stand. The road narrows and chop up a bit different, which I appreciate for a change of posture and stand up from time to time. I see the distance to Pancho and hit him a shout. When I reached him encouragement and tell him that my mother is phenomenal and has improved the swimming! As I climb down the first look like the other lane and I was surprised to see squads of 80 or 100 people but is not assumed that this was not drafting (suck wheel)? For those who are not familiar with this scene,
in long distance triathlons is completely banned from going to wheel in the bicycle sector. because the spirit is of the individual struggle against the clock. So those who can afford it use so-called "goats", which are quite different from the classic cycling bikes are very similar to those used during the time trials of the major Tours. Step the issue and continue to mine, rising quietly, all the while with medium bowl I do not want to burn too. Advancement to Monica but does not acknowledge and it is she who greets me. Will talk quietly with another triathlete discussing the best plays of swimming. I see sobradísima, I wish her luck and I up. I'll take quiet to start eating something and I realize that I've only been a bone of the two he had taken, I had to fall sometime. I was a tad overwhelmed with this but then again I focus positive thoughts! Almost reaching the turn and I hear a scream is Fer! I estimate that no more than 1km me out so I think I can reach you before the end of the bike.
Falling abusing pretty good but maybe too much of the brakes, I'm that Miedico. We lined up again and see a tritraje general armadillo in the distance. Slowly I am getting closer and I see it is Paul. Reached its height, I salute you and I see him as a rose. We chatted a bit different
and soon we caught a Fer. He looks good but says that we throw, it goes a little easier. Come quick and I have noticed that hungry so I ask Paul to give me something to eat for charity. Pass me a chocolate bar that tastes like glory. Soon we reach the point of 180 ° and take northbound. We are at km 56, took an average of 33km/hy I feel very strong. As a group we do not want to do drafting, I start to pull the group with Paul in parallel. So are agencies over some 10km to me were the best in the triathlon. Chatting with Paul, come on bikes much better than ours and taking the chuparuedas wheel that put us behind. In addition we met Mark, Oscar and Teto and we encourage one another. Soon Paul is a little hook and I go forward, very confident and ready to rock it. In the equipment of 70 km and a lame water stick "Muleba" of taking the freaks. I had never tried and do not know
wrong but is denser than donuts people and costs so much to swallow half shot. By the end I really enjoy but hit the headwind. Start
be enough crowd cheering and not stop to thank the left and right. Now at Calella catches me a group of 20 triathletes. No tailgating and I want to echo to one side but the truth is that I can not help joining them. As I am conscious with the drafting, I try to go forever on one side of the group and little rise in spot and I put on first. In this manner we Calella and again we do stroll over the account. In the penultimate corner the two who will play in front of me and go to the ground and I do not do it by inches. Finally put ashore with 92km walk long distances and a part of 2h51 '.
better than expected. Redialing the question I would give another round? Of course it is!
With shouts of encouragement from armadillos companions face the second transition. I wear running sneakers, hat, and I hesitate to give me cream. As the sun is a great time and I decide to do so. Wrong. Cream I mixed with the sweat and create a disgusting pasta. In addition to the contact with the neck stings me a lot because I had a wound by rubbing neoprene. In short, that I get for globero. Sergio Hala, let's queer creams and get to run. Here I remember the 3 Cs of Fernando: "Swimming with Calma, bike and race Head Cojones." So that, to take a pair. Salgo
eager, too and soon I pasadísimo heart rate and panting. Relax or not we arrive at km 5. That attempt. I meet Carlos is going very focused and Manu, who limped a lot and I think his career has come this far. Came injured and will not be able to finish. How I was wrong! The first supplies arrived and I walk 20m to drink safely and get some keystrokes. Follow. Blow a little air and takes the cap. Give him a sack, I refuse to go back, or 2 meters. Soon comes a very majete Australia with my cap in hand, go crack. Thank you and I'll press it well globero!
I approach the race supplies in food supply, ie, only thinking about the next 2.5 km. I know that as long it take 15 minutes to cross it so I concentrate to be running during that time. In the supplies and I'm running. Advancement to many people and virtually no one comes to me but it makes a lot of heat and gradually I noticed that lowering the rate. I suck all the time dextrose tablets but the truth is that they do not feel too efecto.La career runs parallel to the coast to the north.
must get to Malgrat, make a 180 º and back to Calella. Before coming to the turn I meet Gus, who is making a carrerón but I do not see a smooth face with Jesus, who is fresh and happy, with Carlos, which is highly concentrated with the ax and Manu, which tells me this eventually the ball well! Finally I get to the damn money, 10km more and this is done. I look at the clock and I guess I'll go down catastrophe unless 6 hours. Anyway I quite breaking and I decided to get me a gel. Is the first time I do, but fortunately it seems that it supports the stomach. Come on Sergio, grit your teeth and keep running. Once back I meet Paul, who is enjoying; Pancho, in their natural environment doing a carrerón, Monica, who does not suffer the injury and will stop, Fer, who will head down and suffer a lot, but giving it all, Mark, good face and very wide; Teto, which gives me the impression that is left over, and Oscar, showing the spirit armadillo and overcoming all odds. I encourage all of them and I know everyone will get to be finishers.
One thing that changes compared to the other segments. Here I have to wait for the final ask myself whether I would be another round or joke! Laura, do not worry, the Ironman is still some way off. And these are when I look at Manu in the distance. Keep running but is crappy and I'll cut a lot. When you come to the last supplies bucket and tell me you have to stop every so often to stretch and put a little leg muscles. We try to encourage and tell him that I will ride. In the 200m I see I have an uncle in the neck and there it is! throwing two huevazos. There are only 2km and we will finish the race together.
entry in Calella is spectacular, with encouraging people to bag on the streets. Flipo I too and I get to clap and cheer the roost like a madman. The people I belong and encourages us to sack. I know I'm wasting a precious energy but I do not, that km wandering through Calella not change it for anything. Finally facing the dreaded final costs. I most just and despite the cries of the people and armadillos acopañantes I have to walk a few meters. I tell Manu to continue but when I get to the stadium waiting for me to finish together. Those last 150 meters is amazing, almost perfect. They would have been if he could hug Laura, take in his arms and crossing the finish Nerea her. But this time it might be. Nothing happens because it is bound to be more. From here I want to thank the person who supports me in this, that holds the workouts, comeduras jar, bad feelings, the highs, the ranting with injuries. Surely without you there would not be able to get here.
When we crossed the line, Manu hit a push to enter first, he deserves it. Come to my tears, we hugged and I get a scream of rage. I'm half
finisher! Stop the clock at 5h41 'is phenomenal, better than expected, but really that time is not important, what counts is to achieve complete. Then comes Gustavo
to congratulate. Little by little we are relaxing and we encounter armadillos that had already arrived. Once I relaxed somewhat, I go to the goal because I want to get the rest of cracks. One by one, until it is confirmed that all we have done, all we have to realize that little sleep.
Well, that's it, often tostón. To finish I want to congratulate each and every one of my co-club, because they're all cracks and every day I am more than happy to share training and racing with them. Doing this is nothing special, anybody can do, really. You only need enthusiasm, desire and a little perseverance. Now it is time to think about the Ironman.
How I love this sport!
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