Taupo Half Ironman.

On the way out during the 90k cycle.

Finally the training was over and the Kellogs NutrigrainTaupo Half Ironman was imminent. I had spent the last five months running and cycling the hills of Wellington and trying to gain the ability to swim two kilometres without panic or stress. The swimming was still looming large in my head so I had taken the opportunity to head to Taupo with friends to scope the course two weeks before the real thing. I proved to myself I could do half the course in two days and scared myself silly swimming alone in the lake. Oddly enough, once I had swum the required distance I relaxed completely and swam about with no trouble. I definitely had a head issue rather than a problem with the ability to do the distance.
Once back in Wellington I tackled the problem by sea swimming every second day, buying ear plugs and focussing on what I could control rather than jut stressing.

5.45 am - time to get wetsuits on and check everything is organised

Me and my squad up and ready for the challenge

A tidal wave of human bodies. I am out there somewhere towards the back keeping out of trouble.

Two weeks later I was back at Taupo with my squad at 5.30  in the morning waiting at the start and trying to keep nerves under control. I was struggling to get into my wetsuit when the coach casually grabbed hold of my suit by its sides, lifted me off the ground and shook me into it. Problem solved!
The thought of swimming two kilometres with 800 others kicking you in the face is not a pleasant one. To save myself being run over by a tidal wave of human bodies I put myself with my squad towards the back of the pack. I looked to where we were heading and calculated a point to the left of a hill as a guide to where tI should aim for. The orange buoy was too far off to see and people's splashing would obscure it anyway. The hooter went and off we started. My mantra was 'don't panic, just swim.' I found clear water quite soon which was a relief. It was also a relief to check where I was going and to find I was on course. I kept to a rhythm and a space which did not stress me at all. Every so often I tangled with someone else's arms or legs but to my surprise I was actually coping. It took a while but finally I was catching sight of the big orange buoy. I swam towards it but the next time I looked I could not see it. I caught a flash of orange in my periphery vision. Blow! I had somehow swam past the thing and was metres from it. It took a minute or more to get back to it, then to swim to the other one further out that you had to swim round before heading back.
What a waste of time that caused me, but never mind, I had new problems. I had not thought about what to sight for on the way back. All I could see ahead of me was splashing and the feet of the person in front of me. I had recently been taught the new skill of drafting and decided to put it into practice. I locked in beside the body of the feet I could see and swam close to her. I would let her do the scoping and direction finding and I would save energy by keeping my head down and trust she was going in the right direction. This worked a treat. I calmed down and just swam to her pattern. After a while I lost her, but latched on to another and repeated the exercise. I also began to see buoys to my right so did not feel so lost. In the distance I could see a large one but I did not get my hopes until I saw everyone turning at it. I managed going around that buoy far more efficiently  this time then swam for shore while reminding myself not to get ahead of things - don't stand too soon and to just head for the green mat on shore. Finally I stood carefully and allowed the blood to redistribute from the horizontal to the vertical by not rushing things. There was 300 metres to cover to get to transition and as I jogged along the green mat I removed the top half of my wetsuit and thought about the next phase and where I needed to go to find my bike.

Running up the green mat to transition while trying to extricate my self from the wet suit

I spent a bit of time in transition as I struggled out of my wetsuit and removed my bonnet and goggles. I swigged a gel then got on with the task of getting cycle shoes on wet feet, finding my helmet and glasses and drying off a little. It was going to be warm so I did not bother with putting anything over my tri-suit. I grabbed my bike and set off towards the exit sign, glad I had spent time orienting myself the day before when I had racked it in the correct spot. Nervous of doing anything new  and not practised, I had decided to use my camel-bac for fluids rather than drop and collect water bottles from the drink areas. I had a horror that I would miss picking up a new one as people handed them out, or I would drop it and cause others behind me to crash. Safety first I thought and everyone one would be better off if I avoided the whole issue by carrying what I needed even though that meant extra weight. We started off around the waterfront then turned a sharp left to head up a hill out of town. Alas though, I had my gearing wrong and dropped my chain on the hill which was most annoying. It took only a few seconds to get going again but I was grumpy with myself for not getting it right.

Stocking up on fluids and gels on the way out

The bikes spread out in a long line. Bike rules are extremely specific in ironman which make this part of the race very safe. Every bike has to be ten metres away from the bike in front. If you pass, you must achieve the manoeuvre in twenty seconds. Of course you have to keep left as well. Also a large section of the course was closed to traffic. Compared to the Round Taupo Challenge which I have done in the past this was great. No crazy bunch riding and no crazy passing. Sweet! The day was pleasant with light cloud and a gentle wind which would push me home after the turnaround. I kept an eye on the time and concentrated on getting fluids and food on board - electrolytes and gels and jelly fruit lollies thrown in as well.

It was an absolutely beautiful day to be out on a bike

I sailed past the drink stations, signalling I was not in need of anything. I watched a few exchanging old drink bottles for new and decided I would have to practise this in the future rather than carrying the extra weight on my back. I looked up and saw the first of the elite riders coming towards me having made a break for it. They had already done the turnaround and were heading back at the rate of knots. They looked amazing with their tri-bikes and special helmets. I had not invested in a tri bike which has aero bars on which you rest with your elbows, plus specialised wheels. All very costly so I was happy to make do with my tried and true road bike. IIt did remind me to get down on my drops to reduce wind resistance and continued to the turning point trying to keep my speed up as I went.
Finally I was heading back. Though slightly uphill the wind behind made a difference and it was relatively easy. I had tried this part of the course a couple of weeks ago and the wind had made the journey difficult so it was good to be sailing along this time. With no cars, no spectators and cyclists only at least ten metres behind or in front I could look out at the scenery - a lush pastoral scene with geothermal activity at places reminding me that the whole area is volcanic and relatively active. Lake Taupo itself is a vast crater caused by an eruption thousands of years ago.

For the last part the cloud burned off and the sun came out. The run was going to be hot. I came into transition and remembered where my bike had to go and where my gear was. I tried to change footwear and stuff down a banana at the same time with little success and ended up wasting time and messing about but finally I had shoes on, hat on and a new layer of sun cream. A final swill of a gel and liquid and I was off on the run.

The run was along the waterfront and very picturesque but I was doing it tough at this point with my legs in bike mode plus I had a bit of stomach cramp - and the heat was getting to me and sapping my energy.

I was not so sure of this part of the course and had to call out to marshals for directions. It took a while to get some rhythm going as my legs were still in bike mode. The heat made it tough going and I was glad of the drink stations. I worked out a plan. At each station there were three tables. I took an electrolyte drink and a water to pour down my neck at the first table, then at the last  I took two more waters - one for a sip then to tip over my body again as well as the other. I avoided my head as in the past when I poured water on it the sweat had run down into my eyes and stung like mad. Being nice and wet refreshed me and I was able to pick up a little pace. The course was two loops along the waterfront. There people everywhere to cheer you on. Twice my coach's truck with supporters in it drove by yelling encouragement out the window. which lifted my spirits. I completed the first lap feeling good. I picked up my pink arm bungey to indicate as I went past transition and completed the first lap. As I went to head out again I noticed a table with ice available. A kind lady filled my hat and stuck it on my head then shovelled a decent scoop down into my bra. That was certainly a wake- up call! I forced down another gel and sucked ice from the supply down my front. My hat began to leak cool dribbles of water down my neck which also kept me alert. Runners were approaching me, almost finished. I envied them as I had ten kilometres to go. Then first one, then another almost finisher was struck down with cramp. I decided to be a saviour and offered them a shot of Cramp Stop. This is a little bottle of something that you spray under your tongue. For most people the cramp will go in thirty seconds as the magnesium component hits the muscles. I hate cramp so had carried this in my side pocket. At the beginning of the run I had had a bit of stitch in my side and Cramp Stop had helped with that. The two blokes grabbed at my little bottle like drowning men finding a life raft and squirted themselves in the mouth. I did not wait to see how effective it was. I needed to stop wasting time and get going once more. The ice was doing a great job of keeping me cool and the supply from my bra was perfect to suck on and keep my mouth moist. At the drink stations hoses had been added - just lovely. Without that I would have been tempted to trot down to the lake and jump in for a few minutes.
Before the turn around was my last hill. I started up and passed an athletic young man who was at that point reduced to a struggling walk. Once passed I heard him calling out 'Mum! I want a carry! Mum! Mum!'
'No,' I said.
'Aw please - I need a carry!'
'No,' I said, laughing.
'I am so gutted,' he cried.
I considered saying 'If you run to the top of the hill I will give you a treat.' If he caught me up I would delve into my cleavage and give him some ice. Then I thought 'No - its my ice and I am going to be selfish. I need it for myself.'
His humour had cheered me up no end and I chuckled all the way to the next drink stop, pondering on how I am always seen as Mum these days and never as a potential date. However he could have quite reasonably been calling out 'Granny' so I had nothing really to complain about.
To my satisfaction he never caught me up.

Perked up and looking forward to finishing

At the last two drink tables they were offering flat coke to give a caffeine boost  to get you over the line. Since I had not tried this I kept away from it and stuck to the electrolyte drink and water plus getting a hose down at every opportunity. By this stage I was feeling quite free and was running well. I was pleased I had not walked at any stage. The last part was up a hill then into the park to the finish line. I had enough energy to keep my head up and to put on a little burst to cross the line.

Finished under seven hours - just

I can stop running at last

I got my timing chip off, my participation medal on then gratefully stood under the shower to cool down. I was pleased with my time as I had made it under seven hours. I found my squad members who had already finished and cheered the others as they came in.

My participation medal - but the shower at this point was the most rewarding thing - as well as being able to stop.

Exhausted I then went back to our cabin for food, rest and a stand in the nearby lake to ice my legs.

Later I discovered I should have stayed for the prize giving as I was third in my age group. There was just six minutes separating us first three out, and I mused that with a little more focus I could have picked up that time and got a better result. Never mind, with the third I have qualified for the World's long course at Weihai, China in September. This is a daunting thought, as the race I had just completed was my first half ironman. At this point I will just think about it - more than that  is way too scary!

The celebratory dinner in the evening put on by supporters - thanks guys, and thanks to coach Shane standing on right who said I was up to the challenge.

A half ironman is lots of fun - when it is almost over!