A change from the scorching rays in St Raph, I got to dust off the cobwebs off the jeans, and just crossed fingers the rain would hibernate for the weekend. Apart from my excitement to be doing a new race and have 300 000 odd thousand spectators behind every athlete everystep of the race, which is like no other, I also carried a quiet confidence with me into this race.
More than any other race I have done this season, it is an awesome feeling heading into a race, with this feeling inside you. Why was it at this race for me? Pure and simply I have put in a huge amount of training since I came to France, and results were showing their head loud and clear in training to me. I felt super fit, period. The body had held itself together, and I was feeling good in the water, bike and run, namely smashing great timesout on the run atm, which would probably be putting me close to my best ever run form...and finally I got to taper for a race! Add this to my best possible swim scenario, wetsuit 750m swim with a good ranking and pontoon start, and the love of competition knowing this was my best shot with all Olympians essentially coming to their peak, I'm not gonna lie, I was ready and prepped to destroy this race, more than any other this year.
But things sometimes don't go to plan...
The boys race the day before was insanely fast start to finish!, and no doubt the girls would be no different. It wasnt! Gas was on from the start! confirming my pre race feelings I finally had a reasonable swim, right in amongnst it and exiting with some steam train riders, shaweet perfect! race was looking good,...until Im not sure how, maybe it was the exctiment of being where i needed to be, lead to small lapse in concentration, and I made a rookie rookie error....and ran past my bike in transition!
:( Flick you bloody goose! I was kicking myself, running back to my bike stripping my uncooperative wetty off, I gassed it onto the bike to try and get back onto the pack I had now missed dicking around wasting ten seconds in transition! Getting on board with a couple of others who are no slouch on the bike themselves rode hard to bridge the oh so small gap to the pack! 2 laps we tried and just couldnt close, as those steam train riders I was so excited to come out of the water with, well did their thang, but dam it now it was working against me! They were riding so hard up ahead, eventually we lost sight and time blew out, arriving in T2 well back.
A fast and furious run going on up the front and a hard course to see where people ahead were at, I was nothing less than devestated to be coming off down the race. I felt awesome on the run, but with no one ahead and no one behind to push, it was hard to run maximally and test where that run form I had been hanging to unleash was at. Eventually catching the back markers of the front pack in the closing stages of the race I could only wish we had been a little closer off the bike. Even the electrifying roar of the crowd that was like nothing I had experienced before, could bring a smile to my face at this race.
Absolutely devestated with this race. Such a stupid mistake had cost me massively, and so hard to stomach when it was nothing to do with fitness, form, or strength, just a stupid error from myself with no one to blame but myself. Tough day for ones head.
But up the road smiles were much larger for the green and gold with Erin dominating the run to win yet again, Moffy getting second, and Ash coming 7th.
No doubt about it though, this race, the crowd, the ambience, the excitement was unreal! Thankyou Hamburgians!! :)