I’ve just watched highlights of the Blenheim triathlon & last weekend’s 70.3 Ironman action, as research for my impending tri try.
The swim looks more like wrestling, with added drowning. I watched one guy repeatedly punch another in the head, whilst they both carried on swimming. Even in the most physical of rugby battles if you punch a guy in the head you’re off, but add water and it’s perfectly legal!
The bikes used were all tiny, skinny wheeled, high saddled racing razor blades. I’m a big bloke. I could be cut in half if I went over a bump on one of those. I don’t trust them on corners either, and there’s bound to be at least one on the course.
And finally the run. The easy part. Assuming you haven’t been disqualified for messing up in transition of course. Often called ‘the fourth discipline’ watching the pros strip their wetsuits while running, leap on to moving bikes and tie their shoe laces while sprinting reminds me how little I know and how little time I have to learn.
So, research has put the fear in to me. Instead of getting more confident with training I’m getting more nervous with time.
Three weeks to go…surely that isn’t long enough?!