Wednesday, 30 July 2014

My Own Backyard

Long-time no speak!

The season is well and truly in full swing.

After Rother Valley, having qualified for the Great Britain age group team for the forthcoming ITU World Triathlon Championships in Edmonton, the next task was to turn my focus back to training; push aside Worlds; and continue to work hard in preparation for my next few races.

I had left July free from races with the intention of racing once or twice locally. I had a few reasons for this. One it’s generally cheaper to race locally. Minimal travel with no overnight stay and Two, with a busy May/June, it allowed me to recover slightly and prepare for a hectic August.

Ponteland Triathlon

The first race I set my sights on was Ponteland Triathlon. A small town, approximately 8 miles North of Newcastle. It would be a test to see how training was going, as well as more race and transition practice, and experience.

What a miserable day. I had woken early as transition was to be closed at 8am. This meant I had to get there, set up for my race and wait for my wave. Local races are good because they tend to bring new competitors to the sport, with a more light-hearted feel. With the ability to be taken as seriously as you want too.  Whether it is your first race, with the target just to finish. Or to it being a fierce race and wanting to win. Either is great and adds to make an enthralling race.

I had been training all the way up until the race, and with a busy August, had decided against easing off for the few days before the race (called a taper to all the Triathlon folk). The decision was to train right through and treat the race as practice/heavy training session. Even though this was the case, I still had intentions of doing well and in the back of my mind had hoped I could place well.

There was a lot of waiting. Unlike bigger Triathlon’s, the transition was closed. Most national races use a live system, allowing racking of bikes up to a time approximately 20 minutes before the individuals start. I’d given an approximate time for my swim (400m) which was close to the fastest I had done before. I wanted to try and approach each part of the race as though they were individual. I had been seeded in the second to last wave.

Swim

I was called to the start and placed in a lane. Honestly, I didn’t know how this one would go. As the race started, I settled in to a rhythm. Unlike most sprint races consisting of a 750m open water swim, this was only a 400m pool swim. Before I knew it I had completed the swim and was out into the damp North East weather.

Bike

As I got on to the bike leg the heaven’s opened further and the rain became heavier. The rolling bike course and wet conditions meant white lines were the enemy and focus was of utmost importance. It became apparent that I had exited the swim in first place or close to it. There was very little traffic in front and with the wave beforehand starting just two minutes in front, I had competitors to chase down. I rode as strong as possible, and was over taken by two people on TT bikes during the latter half of the course. Luckily I kept them in sight, using the hills and road bike to my advantage and working hard up them.

Run

I knew the run would be a testing course, with a big section being completed on a cross country style track. With the hard training coming into the race, topped off with a tough bike split, I knew if I could run well I would be happy. Running out of transition, I overtook the two who had passed me on the bike. My pre-race plan, to this point, had gone fairly well. I tried to maintain the effort and began catching more from the earlier waves. Coming back into the finishing field, I had a short loop to complete before the race was done. I crossed the line feeling happy. The race was great; well organised; fantastic atmosphere and all held under a great charity. I loved it.

I checked my time, knowing I had crossed the line in the top two or three from my wave. In fact I had crossed in first, and waited to see if my time could be beaten by the following wave.

As the results were being confirmed, I had hoped I’d done enough. Thankfully I had. Finishing 1st in 56:50.

Ponteland Triathlon 2014 - 1st Place Senior

I was delighted. Huge congratulations to the Organisers, Competitors and the Charity benefitting; the Simon Bates Foundation. What a great cause to be racing in aid off. What a fantastic day.


Ponteland Triathlon 2014 - Overall Winner


North East 5km Championships

The second race I set my sights on was the North East 5km Championships. Coming off the back of a good race at Ponteland just three days before, I didn’t have much chance to recover fully and was aiming to race as best I could.

It was a fantastic evening, very warm. Unfortunately the wind had decided to increase slightly. Even so, it was reasonable conditions with a good field. I didn’t know where to place myself at the start, this was partly due to fatigue from the weekend and furthermore because I didn’t know how I would fare within the field.

Long story short, I put myself near the front. On the second row of a really tight path to be precise. One thing that stood out was no chip timing. Strange for a local championship event. Nonetheless, under starters orders; and away.

The course consisted of a short lap followed by partly retracing steps and onto a final bigger loop. I had gone out comfortably but could feel the stiffness in my legs from the previous race. I sat in, trying not to fade. After completing the smaller loop, with groups established, I managed to stick with another runner and slowly move up through some small groups.

As the final 1km approached I increased my pace. Picked off a few more people and maintained this increase until the end. Watch stopped.

Backtrack 5km. I had a current PB of 16:28. With a target to go sub 16:00 before the year is out. My plan however doesn’t involve many 5km races. If you had told me after racing the Ponteland Triathlon and running this race I would have hit sub 16:15 I would have been elated.

Fast forward 5km. I looked at my watch. 15:59:87. I was over the moon to say the least. Although I knew, without the accuracy of electronic timing, it would probably to rounded up. The next day came; results issued; and to no surprise it had been. 16:01! I was still over the moon, a great jump down from my previous best. 27 seconds in all. Furthermore, I had finished 13th in the championships. Fantastic.

North East 5km Championships 2014 - 13th Place
(My time was eventually rounded up to 16:01)
Full results here

Once again, thank you for the support. I appreciate this was a long one.

I hope you enjoyed it. If you like it, please do share it with someone you might think will like it.

Thank you,

Until next time.

Sam

Keep up to date on:
Twitter – samnbrand
Instagram - samuelnealbrand

Sunday, 20 July 2014

Le Tour de (Yorkshire) France

Not often does Britain get to host a major sporting event. So when it does and an opportunity arises to go and spectate then I feel it is a must.

I was lucky enough to have a place to stay in Sheffield the night before the Tour rolled in. Hopped on a train and within two hours I was eating and preparing for a great race.

Sheffield Train Station - Le Tour

With the bad news of fellow Manxman, Mark Cavendish crashing on the opening stage, it looked bleak for him starting Stage 2. Still didn’t stop me taking the Manx flag.

After waking up early to get to the course in order to find the best spot to watch, the route was already lined with avid fans and spectators. Was this to be one of the best Sporting Events the country had ever hosted? I hoped so.

High Bradfield - Le Tour de France 2014

Walking up the middle of the road the riders would be taking early in the same afternoon, it was apparent that a huge majority had come to support. At 11:30am the roadside was already 2 or 3 deep with fans, waiting. The riders were not expected until 15:30 – 15:45.

As the Caravan approached (a term used for all the advertising vehicles) a huge roar broke up the road. Like an audible Mexican Wave. It was phenomenal. What an atmosphere.

High Bradfield - My Manx Flag & I


It was time. Four helicopters circled in the distance. The riders would have to descend into a small village before climbing out to where we were positioned. The whispers grew louder; “they’re here”, “they’re coming.” Then, in the distance, a swarm of cyclists. They looked like a flock of birds meandering through the roads.

The peloton hid behind the cover of the town, High Bradfield, for what felt like minutes, but within seconds had re-emerged and weren’t holding back. They made it look easy. They approached and the roar of the crowd engulfed the riders. The groups of riders shot by, one after one, Froome, Cancellara, Sagan, Costa and Contador to name a few. With the day coming to an end and the stage being hilly, many separate and much small groups had been formed.

Close - Chris Froome Passes - Stage 2 Tour de France


What an experience. Even the solo rider, bringing up the rear was given as much attention and encourage meant as every other rider. It was fantastic.

Conclusion

I have been lucky enough to witness the Tour in both the France and Yorkshire. The feel from the crowd and atmosphere in general was fantastic. In comparison, the French support is superb too. I believe the difference is in its novelty.

This hit a wider field in the UK, as it was probably a once in a lifetime event, or at least a good few years, more people felt they would like to be a part in its success. Whereas in France, there is a lesser novelty, that many may not feel the need to watch year in year out. Not taking anything away from their support, as they always have roads lined with fans.

There is always that one idiot. Sometimes two. You know the one I mean. That guy who runs up the side of the road with the cyclists and looks daft. Well yeah, we got them in Yorkshire too.


A slightly negative point for the UK, and I hope one day this will have changed. Britain’s infrastructure. It just isn’t good enough. Trains, roads and public transport, in my opinion, crumbled under the pressure of the Tour. Delays. Traffic jams. You name it. Oh and the typical huge increase in fares on public transport, to squeeze as much money out of the supporting public. Trains within Europe are both on time and in general cheaper. As well as being more comfortable.

Overall… What a day. What an experience. This showed the world that the UK, and more importantly Yorkshire can host such big events. It was fantastic to watch and support such a spectacle from a small humble Yorkshire town.

Here is my view of the day:




Thank you as always for reading and the continued support, if you liked it, why not share with someone else.

Sam

Follow me:
Instagram - @samuelnealbrand
Twitter - @samnbrand