Wednesday, 14 October 2015

The Long Journey - My European Championships

So we have a lot to catch up on.

Sorry it has been such a long time, but with the season in full swing, with races most weekends, I haven’t had a chance to breathe.

Nonetheless I’m here now. I hope you didn’t miss me too much.

EUROPEAN TRIATHLON CHAMPIONSHIPS

Right. Let’s just dive straight in.

Ok, so somethings don’t go to plan. Spending all winter and the build up to the season going through the same motions; trying to keep everything as stable, predictable and consistent as possible. Sometimes, something just has to give.

After a long week at the Island Games in Jersey it was time to fly back to Newcastle, a quick turn around and straight back out again within 48 hours. This time, a direct flight to the beautiful country of Switzerland. Geneva to be exact.

I hadn’t been to Switzerland for a while and was really looking forward to visiting a place I hadn’t been since I was a youngster. A country close to my family.


Sharing a Hotel with the World Triathlon Champion

My preparation wasn’t the best. With Geneva experiencing a heat wave and the hotel lacking in air conditioning it made for an uncomfortable first night’s sleep (it didn’t get much easier throughout the week either). After sorting my bike, and finding my bearings, it was time to explore. A quick recce of the bike and run course it was all a little less daunting.





Three days in the heat passed, and then potentially the most fundamental reason I didn’t perform as well as I’d hoped… I had to fly back to Newcastle for Graduation. Something I’d definitely do again if I had too. I couldn’t let my parents down (not that I would have). It was a chance to escape the heat but was also two very cramped flights. Geneva > Heathrow, Heathrow > Newcastle. Graduate the next day and then repeat the process; in reverse.





That’s an awful lot of sitting down, cramped and unable to move my legs more than six inches to the man reclining in the chair in front.

Having arrived back in Geneva, it was the day before the race. A chance to sort any last minute issues before having to drop my bike in transition on the eve of the race. A quick ride out, and it was time to rack. With that out of the way, the next aim was to relax as much as possible. Never easy. A nice evening with friends and family helped; food on board; time for my head to hit the pillow.




Race Day

Fuelled up on the usual; porridge, Beet-IT and TrueStart Coffee it was time to race!

The swim! This was never going to be my strong point. There were vicious rumours flying around that the swim was closer to 2km. This is something I have a big gripe about. If it’s true and it was over distance, which a lot of times suggest, then why are we expected to pay such large entry fees? Never mind, that is irrelevant. No triathlon course is ever the right distance. It’s the same for everyone and all those clichés.





My swim was poor, I found it hard work in the lake and felt as though I was swimming against a constant downstream. One saving grace, I was swimming in my Zone3 Vanquish wetsuit. After a slow swim, I managed to transition on to my bike without any hitches and in reasonable time to. The downside was, I was playing catch-up. This wasn’t something too unfamiliar but the difference in my slower swim compared to my competitors meant that the gap was a lot bigger than normal. This gap wasn’t visible, I found it tough on the bike course to settle in but got to work trying to close down as much time as possible.

I settled in and picked off a few competitors. Towards the end of the bike leg, fatigue started to creep in slightly. I think this was due to me incorrectly feeling the need to work hard early on the bike; highlighting the importance of finding a rhythm to work too.

Onto the run and I felt ok, nothing unusual, just a little leg heavy. Understandably so after racing 40km on the bike previously. I eased in and again tried to find a pace to work to. I ran well and finished strong. In hindsight I probably didn’t get into my highest gear, but on the day I gave everything I had.

Finished. 21st at the European Championships (20-24).





I’ll take that, not my best result but considering what I went through the previous 48 hours I was happy. On reflection, I didn’t have my greatest race. I’ll be the first to admit it. Nevertheless, I had a great time and loved the experience.

As ever, a massive thank you for your continued help and support. It really does help and it is all appreciated. Any feedback you might have would be fantastic, please do get in touch. Anything I can change or do, anything you’d like to see, just let me know.

NEXT: British Triathlon Championships - Liverpool

Cheers,

Sam

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