Coles Bay Half – Tassie
So I’ve never written a race report before, party because I have done nothing to warrant writing one before, and secondly because I think the scope of interest would struggle to extend my mum and dad. But the man behind the creation of a cool concept Team Latitude asked me to put pen to paper and write something, and after his generosity I couldn’t say no. Here goes…
Being relatively new and naïve to this whole triathlon thing, I was lucky enough to be asked by Guy Besley to be involved in the whole Team Latitude concept which incorporates a bunch of professional athletes and a few not so, myself the latter, promoting low key races around Australia.
I quickly learned half ironman racing is tough going, after the Team Latitude boys taught me a lesson in Port Douglas in my first race which saw me morph into a lobster in the heat and humidity of far north QLD and spend my day deliriously zig zagging up and down the beach in Port Douglas for 20 odd kilometres. Ouch.
My low IQ then tricked me into signing up to Port Macquarie 70.3 which I was glad to somewhat redeem myself over the distance and have a reasonably more successful day racing around Port Macquarie, where I grew up. I was then lucky enough to be invited down to Coles Bay Half in Tasmania again with the Team Latitude guys.
Doing my last year of University which currently involves full time (unpaid – ouch) physio practice, I havn’t had the chance to race at all since Port Macquarie or train as I would ideally like. Anyway, I made to the trip to Hobart and onto the beautiful Coles Bay a little apprehensive to say the least. The team latitude boys are always good fun so it made my hasty weekend much enjoyable.
Anyway, as I said, ill keep this short and spare you an influx of excessively boring race details. The swim was in the bay itself, and despite my extreme distaste for swimming, I can say it was the only swim in a triathlon I have genuinely enjoyed, crystal clear and surprisingly warm water, easily mistakable for somewhere in north QLD. Jumping out of the water in my usual lousy time, it was time to ride my bike. The ride in Tassie was tough, dead undulating roads and long false flats made the mostly 90km solo ride tough on my strange little head. I managed to ride ok by myself despite a lack of real training and jumped off my pushie in 4th overall and about 5 or 6 mins behind fellow Team Latitude lads Matty White and Michael Murphy and a local guy who was apparently dropping bombs up the road. Onto the run saw me quickly projectile vomit everything I’d taken in on the bike and I watched hopelessly as a whole bunch of guys run past while I stood on the side of the road emptying the fluid contents of my body. From there it was a long way to jog/crawl/grovel my way through the long run which involved 16 of the 21km on sand. If it wasn’t for the backdrop and a few km’s running beside teammate Adam Gordon chatting about how unreal the scenery was I would have struggled to get to the end at all. I slowly grovelled home in 7th overall.
Congrats to Matty and Murph for 1st and 2nd overall and the rest of the lads for an enjoyable weekend, and to Guy Beasley for selflessly giving me the chance to get out and do these races purely for my own benefit. Thanks also to Mum and Dad for being my sponsors throughout my uni degree which allows me to get out and experience travel and racing like this. I’d also like to thank my main sponsor VB…ok I lie, they don’t sponsor me, but I wish they did and I’m going to leave their sticker on my bike anyway