5am on a Sunday morning, it’s dark, cold and raining. While most are nursing hangovers or sleeping, I’m sat in my car running through my mental checklist: bike, bike shoes, running shoes, helmet, dog, angry fiancée, tick! And we’re off to Chilham Castle. I’m doing the Duathlon which consists of a 5km run, 27km bike ride and 2.5km cross country run back to back and I have talked my fiancée into doing a 5km cross-country race with the dog at the same time. As I’m being put through a year of wedding organising I can dish out my own type of pain on her through hideous fitness!
I line up with the rest of the Lycra clad niche group of likeminded people who believe that doing a running race is improved by a bike race in the middle of it. The gun goes and I power off hoping to beat my personal best. After 5 minutes of running I realise that I’ve over cooked my legs training in the week and I’m in for 25 minutes of pure hell! I finish the run and I don my pointy aero helmet and jump on my bike.
After chugging through the field and moving up about 20 positions, averaging about 22mph, clocking the 12th fastest bike split of the race (yay pointy helmet power!) I get off the bike and hit the off road run. My legs are like jelly with bricks attached to each end but I push on and bump into my fiancée who is half way through her race with the dog and we all run the last bit together. I crossed the line finishing in 1:42:09 and in 28th position (out of 150 may I add).
After a race recovery is very important and like team Sky cycling we instantly hydrate (Guinness) and take on some carbs (a roast) and collapse on the sofa in delight of our achievement whilst watching Antiques Roadshow.
In all seriousness being fit and active is something that I could not be without. I’m a member of my local Tri Club who I train with and they all take part in some crazy feats of endurance that really inspires me to keep pushing myself. As the saying goes healthy body healthy mind.