London Olympics was amazing!...and I was on the sidelines. Can't even imagine what it was like to be on the other side of the barrier! Having decided long ago I wanted to go, preferrably to be racing, but if not to watch as it would be a stones throw away from my little abode in France, I set off with two others Aussie cheersquad members Kris and Ella, for a few days down time away from training to go and watch, what was essentially the culmination of my life focus for the last 4 years.
Able to watch both the womens and mens race, It was insane the number of people that had turned out to watch the races. In particular the mens with easy a couple of hunderd thousand lining the course the whole way round 5 to ten deep!

After realising defeat in the womens race to be able to see any of the swim we nestled ourself on a bike corner, at a good yelling distance to the peleton! I happened to be nuzzld up beside two different athlete's sponsors out there, and after engaing in the yelling match with them I think its fair to say the aussie cries droned them out, better luck next time fellas!:) After several crashes early on in the bike, the race was seperated out more than anyone would hav anticipated, as every second girl went past with half their ass missing, or at best looking like thay had been mud wrestling with each other post swim. Unlucky for the aussies poor old Moffy got taken out and it was down to Jacko and Erin to fly the flag.

Next I openly admit I was a selfish prick to get a guernsy on the run course, pushing my way to the front of a bazillion ppl to jump the fence to cheer them home it was all worth it when the girls told me they could hear me out on the course! Though I made noooo friends around me! haha It was so nice to see Erin run home with a Bronze medal, and Jacko with a top ten too.

The boys however was just as exciting, with the roar and support of the GB athletes that had come to see the Brownlees go for 1, 2. The crowd was elcectric! and if thats not home turf advantage nothing is! A superb display from the boys from start to finish, we had essentially camped out at the course getting there hours early, and could see first hand the breaking speed of the swim tha strung the rest of the field from word dot. Positioned well for the run and torn between watching hot boy's bums, Reiderer's crazy Mo, and cheering on the grimmacing friends and aussies out there, it wasn't long before the biggest thunder roar errupted when Al Brownlee delivered and posted a scorching run time to win Gold for th Brits.

So after 4 days of standing and walking, marathon watching, triathlon supporting, shopping, dancing, photo taking, partying, slumming it in a backpackers with our mulled out disappearing act of a roomy,  visiting friends, t-shirt  bartering, night club hopping, flag stealing, tube riding, sledging, pub crawling, kebab stalking, and plane stalling....It's back to France, back to routine before taking on the rest of the world again at the next race in Stockhom! Well done to Erin, Moffy, Jacko, Atcko, Sticksy and Sexton for doing us all proud. Go Aussies :)

So after a disappointing oucome at Hamburg a few days earlier, and a good friend of mine from home swinging by to gets some abdo work from laughing and help me move on from the disappointment from a few days earlier, I was finally after 5 years able to go and tackle a race I have been wanting t do since I first came to France. The Alp D'Huez Triathlon! Super excited for it in some saddistic kind of way knowing very well it was going to hurt like hell climbing the famous Tour de France mountain. However, as I am a big fan of the long gradual gring away climbing, and generally this style of riding suits me more than others I've found I figured for every bit I was hurting the others would be too! ariiving at stupid o clock the night before the race having grossly underestimated the drive time to get there, I was awaken to the breathtaking view (literally at almost 200m altitude)  that is Alp D'huez. Pretty impressive. No time to ogle yet though, as us three muskateers Kris, Ella and myself) made our way down the mountain to the lake at the bottom for the 1.2km mass start carnage swim.

After an  unsuccessful  frantic search for suncream pre race as the temp creeped up (I knew only to well what the outcome of this would be on my very "uneuropean skin")....and unfortunately thats exactly the outcome I got, tan lines that will last me til the end of the Aussie summer, that and the fact I could have fried eggs on my back faster than the stove post race. OUCH!..  we were off to tackle the 1.2 km swim, 30km bike round the city at the base of the mountain before the 21 switchback climb up the mountain know as Alp, then a 7km altitude run up the top.

A solid swim just off the toes of Morel, my biggest competition, sweet, worst was over for me...I thought!

Straight away she was off and out of sight! Ok wow, "ahh hello legs time to ride now please!" Pushing harder I was really creeping!? What the hell?..  I hear a noise, oh shit my fron brake is rubbing "i thought", releasing that i tried to charge on. Getting pissed off I was still being passed by an uncharacteristic amount of boys, I though wow I must have been wrong and Hamburg must have really taken it out of me after all!

My frustation went from bad to worse when I was caught on the bike by a junior girl! Then another chick,  (pride taking a hammering, ) I was struggling to drop them up the hill. Long story short after coming to the conclusion that Alp D'huez is a painful and unforgiving race, harder than I imagined, and wanting to get off and walk, and what a horrible idea to come back and do this again... it was only two km from the summit  that the Penny dropped...

A nice young frenchman rode up to me as told me my back brakes were rubbing!! I thought it was a joke! but no, well that explains a bit, "realeasing" them I struggled up the last bit of the climb, before heading out to the altitude run> Strangely  the worse part of my body was my stomach! cramped on both sides from straining so much on the bike I plodded the run, after having lost a huge unexpected amount of time on the bike, and kept my position of third.

Funny thing was, until now I thought I had still climbed really shit with a light tap of my brakes to make life a little more difficult...Only when I collected my  bike from transition could I just shake my head in disbelief, and kick myself. MY GOD!! my brakes were not only touching but jammed completely locked on my bike so I couldn't even turn the wheel with applied force!!! ...That explained A LOT to me!! haha the whole race I just could not figure out what was going on and put it down to fatigue and underestimating Alp D'huez!....

As if climbing Alp isn't hard enough by itself! In hindsight looking at my wheel I'm surprised I didn't actually HAVE to get off and walk, im not really sure how I made it up! Well a hard lesson learnt, the first time I havn't checked my bike properly before I raced...will not be making that mistake again!

So yes I will be coming back to Alp for sure to tackle the beast again properly! It was an incredible race! and despite my annoyance of my errors I loved the race. Tough, Honest, and Beautiful.