Bintan Olympic Distance Race Report

18/05/2013

We like to base our major life and business decisions on sporting events.

- The World Cup is on in Japan June 2002: “Right we'll leave our jobs in Sydney in April and set up Tokyo Physio that should give us time to be open and afford some tickets".

- The Bintan Tri is on May 18: Right we’ll arrive on the 17th and set up Singapore Physio by June.

The Bintan race is one of the favourites for Asian ex-pats, especially Singaporean and Indonesian as it’s an easy boat ride across, and a few make the trip from Shanghai, Beijing, Hong Kong and even Tokyo. I’d wanted to do it for years but it never fit in and is a bit of schlep from Japan. It was in it’s 9^th year and some big names were on the winner’s list including Olympian Courtney Atkinson and  Frederik Cronenberg. Most recently it has only been age groupers racing, I guess they stopped paying prize-money. 

I arrived in Singapore on the day before the race, boarding a 6am flight from Tokyo. I had a few meetings and we totally re-did the interior of Singapore Physio floor plans, got a short sleep and rolled out the door at 5ish for an 8am Ferry.

The return journey was not nearly as pleasant.

I got there in time to see Richard Waddington totally crush the Sprint Distance winning his AG and coming 4^th overall. He was flying on the run. Go Rich! I had a squiz through the start list and saw none of the recognized fast (er than me) guys in Asia No Assad Antimimi (I'd need a miracle) Arnaud Selokuv (I would need my best, some luck and flat bike profile), No Dane Cantwell (his worst day and my best), No Michal Bucek (miracle), no Alex Poulis, (I’d need my A game and hoping he was still trying to slow down his stroke-rate - keep swim golfing Alex you can get it down further I know it!) and no Jess Ripper (I’d need to hope his coach had messed up his prep). The starters was quoted at 1,300, plenty of beginner-lookers, but still lots of fast looking guys walking around too.  But judging athletes ability by the way they look is like judging penis size: you never really know until it's time for action. “Damn”, I thought for the first time, “maybe I had a chance to win overall,  that’d be cool bucket-lister for a tri chump who pretends he’s a tri champ like me and also be good for the rep of soon to open Singapore Physio.

Tell your mates about us - even if I'm a crap triathlete.

 My mate Richard had surmised the same and started telling a few people that the this guy here was going to win it. I felt a bit of the expectation to win building and it “sucks” as PNF (six time Hawaii winner) had said; even though mine was 0.0001% of hers, but I’m claiming it, mmmK; and I did also enjoy the pressure a bit. It reminded me of the Year 7 school cross country where my PE teacher Mr. Middleton from Marsden High bet a bucket of KFC on me with Mr. McGuid's charge from those basterds at Malvina High. Being 'first years' (freshmans) each of us didn’t know what the other had, but Mr. M had faith in me after the 12min run in PE. I ended up winning pretty easily and he got me to go down to the nearby KFC and we spilt the bucket – sweet! 

Addiction often starts from an early exposure.

SWIM – 1,500m 23 mins

It is a beach start with a short run to the water, and I got a pretty good start. I did the duck dive, run two steps, duck dive. I was onto the feet of the fastest guy, but I couldn’t hold him. I saw my mate Alex Tanti next to me and him and about two other guys and me all went together, mostly they were on my feet. I knew Alex’s swim had improved from the days I’d greet him in the Murakami T1 despite starting in the wave behind when I saw him in Sunny Fish pumping out 10x on the 1.25. He's a great bloke and I was very happy to see him reaping some rewards for his hard efforts. "You're swim's improved" I said as I came up to him on the bike. "Thanks for the ride" he said. 

Cool swim in Bintan.

BIKE – 40kms 1.02

The bike mount is pretty sketchy on a steep incline. But once you were over that the course was not anything like I expected. The roads were marble smooth, just with constant rolling hills. Quite a few speed humps to navigate, but no mangy dogs, potholes or wandering cows, like most SE Asian races. I was pretty stoked. I spent the whole ride in 3^rd, on my own, without an athlete in sight except a guy ahead that I got pretty close to by the end. I ended up coming into T2 pretty close on the heels of the front two. But I was thinking I had no chance to run over the guys ahead on the bike as I almost never do.

RUN 10kms DNF

While I was racking my bike I mis-stepped and put all my weight in between the spokes in my wheel and stood on it, making the bike fall over and my foot squeal. My front wheel only has 3 spokes and the long ridge between them is a bit sharp on top so when I bent over to put my shoes on I saw a new open wound under my forefoot. With fresh wounds it’s always hard to know how deep or how much they will bleed for a minute or so, so I spent much of the first half looking down to my shoes to see how much blood would soak through. Fortunately it was not much and stopped reasonably quickly.

Onto the course and I was stoked and surprised to see the two ahead were coming back to me and not going further away. The lead guy was bigger and heavier than me, and (I found out later) an ex-pat TT stud from Singapore. 2^nd off the bike was a tattooed Thai guy but he had some guns and was not flying either, but could run a bit.

I ended up passing the big guy first who’d already been overtaken and then sat behind the Thai guy for a few hundred metres. I didn’t think I was running too fast, but from then on I was adding only about 2-5 sec a km on the Thai guy, and was about 30-40 secs up at the 8-9km mark. I though I had it in the bag. 

"Pop" What a let-down.

Then next thing I know I am looking at a circus style tent roof.

The next few hours were some of the strangest (non-pharmaceutical) of my life.

Not only did I not know what had happened, I did not know anything at all. Nothing. Not my name. Not what country I was in, was living in or was born in. I didn’t even know what a country was. I couldn’t speak, and was just trying madly to make sense of something. I was like a new born. There was another guy about my size lying opposite me on the sunbeds with towels over us. We were both shivering and vomiting regularly.

I was looking as these humans walk around and just was thinking that I was one of these ape-like beings that were walking around.  Well I reckon my IQ then was about 20 and I could still work that much out – (sorry Believers could not resist a dig!). Maybe I should have submitted a membership to the Nazi party while I had the chance.

Be careful of this one, he may vomit on you.

My great mate Rich Waddington was there and was asking me several tough questions that I couldn’t answer. "What do you do for work?", "Do you know what day it is?" etc etc. Eventually he showed me some photos of our dog, and I remembered his name, Yuki. That was a breakthrough. Then some shots of Vanessa and him and me on top of Mt Yotei and I got all those correct. He explained I was from Australia, live in Japan, was in Indonesia, but will be moving to Singapore – which is hard enough for anyone to get their heads around.

This shit is hard G!

I had finally worked out I had had a bike crash, and was at the Naganuma Criterion course in Sapporo.  All I could say was, “That was close” and “I was lucky”, as I was thinking about spending my life with a brain injury and knew I would be fine and the lovely Nathalie from Metasport and Rich kept reassuring me. Apparently I’d had 4 bags of drips.

Was crushing these like coke cans.

The two of us were transferred to Singapore, by Speedboat, which is a long 60minutes in the dark. We were taken to the A& E and it was midnight Saturday so a madhouse. There was a guy who was brought in with chains on his ankles and wrists with his arm in a sling surrounded by four police. He looked like an office worker. I guessed he probably stolen a steam bun.

I was playing with my zip on my one-piece tri-suit zipping it up to my chest and down again over and over – something kept bugging me about that zip.  Finally I worked out that it was  - I was not in bike bibs! I kept asking the docs to check my head for injury and they were never concerned and now it finally dawned on me that I had not had a bike crash. Damn what had happened then? I cant remember when I worked out maybe the next day. 

They asked if they could cut the tri suit off and I knew Dirty Harry wouldn’t let ‘em so no way I was going to. I got up, got nude and they put a nappy on me and lied back down. They then proceeded to smash me with icy towels repeatedly for about an hour. I was shivering the whole time asking for them to stop, but they’d stuck a few thermometers in my butt and it had to be done. Eventually the temp came down and they admitted me.

It sure was.

I spent the next three nights in the ward on almost 24-hour drips with blood checks 3 times a day. Without going into too much detail, my platelet count was very low and not responding as they should, which was strange. There was kidney damage and liver damage, but those had responded OK. They wanted to keep me in but it was all just monitoring and no treatment and no treatment in sight. The doc said I was "critical" but I was over the worse.  so I convinced them to let me go and they made me sign a “discharge against advice” and out I went.

It had happened on a small scale before, in Murakami and in eerily conditions 1-2kms from the finish of an OD with a key competitor pushing me as hard as possible and not drinking enough. I will not make that mistake again. It happened to Ali Brownlee too and he bounced back.

A few days later now and I am feeling much better, have been for an easy ride on the bike. I’m waiting for my test results and will decide what to do from here. Sorry it was so long.

2013 Race Schedule

With the upcoming New Year celebrations it's time to get 2013 races locked in.

With some races selling out in minutes you need to enter them up to 12 months ahead.

I'm trying to maximise my chances to qualify for Kona in 2013, and it looks like I will have 4 bites at the cherry.

So races are:

May 5 St Croix 70.3 (1.9/90/21)

Craig Alexander has raced St Croix many times. Should be cool!

This race is in the US Virgin Islands in the Caribbean. it has 30 Kona slots - one of the few half IM races to have them. It's a hilly and hot race and only 1-2 slots per AG and often ex-pros who don't want to race a full qualify here. Not much chance for me here, but am in the US for a bike fit course anyway and always been interested in this race.

May 19 Bintan OD (1.5/40/10)

Singapore AG stud Assad has won this twice. Aim to get of the bike ahead of him...

This is a famous race in Asia and had wanted to do it for a while. hot and often rainy. We might be in Singapore at that time so is an easy boat ride across. No pros and hope to go top three overall here. Vanessa has a good chance to be first overall female, which would be cool in a biggish race.

June 9 IM Cairns (3.8/180/42)

Macca will be back..

40 Kona slots here. If I have a good day and some luck with AG studs not racing good chance to qualify here. Ness is trying to get into the Half on the same day that is sold out. She might race the full if she can't.

Aug 4 Phillipines Cobra 70.3 (1.9/90/21)

Locals love this race apparently

Heard lots of good things about this race. Awesome location and event. No Kona slots, (only Vegas and we won't take those). Should be fun and good training easy to get to.

Aug 24 IM Canada - Whistler  (3.8/180/42)

Whistler!

New race in Whistler - a bit hilly on the bike to suit me but has 100 slots. In the big Age Groups that means they will have maybe 18 slots and you can finish up to 25th and still get a slot with roll downs. North American races/athletes tend to be slower than Euro/Aus too. Will probably cancel if I get a slot in Cairns. Vancouver is pretty convenient and accom not too expensive.

Aug 31 IM Japan - Hokkaido!  (3.8/180/42)

Toya Marathon is a local race every May. IM Japan will be massive! 

New race, yet to be announced. only 30 slots. Few big hills on the bike. Last race with Kona slots for 2013. Not sure whether to enter/race or not. Hmmm. Going on sale soon and will sell out very quickly.


Oct 11 Kona IM World Champs (3.8/180/42)

Enough said.

Nov 2  Taiwan 70.3 (1.9/90/21)

Always good fun there with the Tokyo crew.

Convenient timing for this one as easy flight from Tokyo and I will be there for the Melb Cup after the race. Hope for an AG win here, Ness going for first AG female she could race pro here and get some cash. Not worth changing though - more fun to win!

Nov 24 Laguna Phuket (1.8/55/12)

Cool race this one.

Have not done this race four times, but mostly before I got faster, and not since 2008, but love it. 2 weeks before WA -got the OK from Woody to do it. 

Dec 8 IM WA  (3.8/180/42)

Busso pier!

We were not going to do this one again but standing on the road with a flat I couldn't fix I promised myself I'd be back nest year. We love the race, location, timing is good and easy flight from Singapore. Ness and I both in.

IM WA Race Report

We love this race for so many reasons. I wrote a year ago that it's the best race I've done, over Copenhagen, Roth, Austria, Melbourne, Phuket etc etc. I still stand by that. The race organising had been taken over by USM this year, the third group in four years. I think there was a slight backward step in a few things this year, but it was still a great event, very well run. On top of the community support and the beautiful location, there is a terrific swim, flat bike (suits me), and a great party tent holding pre and post race parties. The timing of the race falling just before the start of our winter season means after the race we are able to relax for a few days in the Margaret River post race, finally enjoying the off season. It’s a wetsuit swim, the volunteers are the best of any race I've been to, the local community really embraces the event, but you do roll the dice with the weather every year. It can be anything from 22-42 degrees and have almost no winds to blowing a gale depending on the day. Usually the wind is moderate and was on this day. The weather was hot on the run, over 33 degrees.

Justin took some great shots. The swim start in Busso is an amazing sight.

And we're off. I was far right near the front. Not sure where Ness went.

Leading into this race I knew I was biking better than I ever had in my life. Development in this sport takes a long time, so many people want to think in months, but you should really think in years. For most people, it takes a long time to get to the absolute peak of your potential. You get a big boost soon after you start training well, then after that it's only small gains. After a big training block in Kona and some more work in Australia - some good work and advice down in Berry from Team TBB coaches Matt Koorey and Rob Pickard, and Woody had given me a great preperation too, I had been round and round and round and round Centennial Park... in the last few weeks.

 I was putting out some big numbers on the bike. Last year before this race my FTP (functional threshold power - which is the maximum No. of watts you can produce and sustain for one hour) on the bike was about 320. This year it had gone up to about 360-70. Geeking out - you divide your FTP by your weight in kg to give a cyclist’s “magic number”. So for me 360/84=4.2 (w/kg). To win the TDF Lance always said his magic number needed to be around 6.8. They are starting to understand that there are limits to clean human performance (such as running a sub 10sec 100m hmmmm I am skeptical that it's ever been done clean.) and for cyclist it’s been shown that this formula is pretty reliable >6=Doper.

"When Dr Ferrari has my magic number at 6.9, I know I'm  ready to win the tour". And feeling like a pin cushion.

So cyclists - particularly climbers, often see losing weight as equally important as improving their power, as if you are climbing w/kg is more important than total watts. But for flat courses, total watts (my 360) combined with aerodynamics - (my BMC)  are all that count, and weight is not that important. For example mine and Vanessa's watt's per kg are pretty similar (she's about 4.2 also) but on the flats there is a big difference in our speed for the same watts/kg effort, even though she pokes a smaller hole through the wind than me, but, granted, she doesn't have a BMC = ).

That's what I'm talking bout.

 I was recently down in Melbourne for a physio course and went for a ride with my mate Gav Stuart and he brought along pro Josh Rix who we had met in Hawaii and he was 4^th overall in IMWA last year. I was surprised on the way back into Melbourne I was almost riding him off my wheel and feeling great, so I knew I was going pretty well. After being a bit short on swim fitness we had put in 2-3 20+ km swim weeks to make sure we weren’t getting out of the water spent. I think for swimming you need to go through some massive volume of training at some stage of your life to be a stud, preferably when in your pre-teen years. Once you have that in the bank you can afford to back off a bit, but you still need to cram before a race to make sure you are not going lactic in the waters. I heard Craig Walton would always swim 16.20 for an olympic distance race but if he wasn't swimming much his lactate would be through the roof - if he was swimming 25kms a week, his time wouldn't change, but he would have no lactate, and hence be able to bike strongly. We had also been doing some Sutton-esque long interval runs too – 60x400, so the running was going pretty good too.

Yasmin and the Gibson Crew sprung up in this turn-around point mid course - that was a welcome surprise - shortly after I did my time in the joint.

We had my daughter Yasmin fresh back from her OS travels in her gap year and Ness’s brother Justin and wife Peta and their kids come to support, so was looking like a good trip.

Loved this shot of Justin's family on the Busso Pier - worth clicking on and expanding - would look good on a wall.

It was a cool and windy Friday, a cooler and calm Saturday (that would have been a fast day), and Sunday race day was 11-32 with 25km/h winds. I would have preferred it a bit cooler, but the wind is better for stronger (higher total ftp) and heavier riders like me, so that was fine with me.

SWIM 3.8kms 56.14 

The swim went pretty well. It’s such a great swim here in Busso, the best on the Ironman circuit I reckon, up one side of the jetty and back the other. Very easy to navigate. There was quite a bit of swell, but I handled it much better than last year. On the turn back I just kept steering back to the left towards the jetty as the current was dragging you to the right. Last year I got swept away and then seasick.

They racked couples next to each other this year which was cool. There was no way of telling who was in your AG though which was a bit of a shame, not that it mattered to me on the run.

BIKE 180kms 5.06 (4.37 moving time from Garmin on auto pause)

Ness showing her stellar bike-handling skills. She had a small crash on the bike - thanks to said skills making it difficult for her to grab bottles from aid stations in countries where we drive on the left.

I got on the bike feeling a million bucks. That’s what the 20+km swim weeks do - sweet. I have gone totally off the normal gels now and was going with the one bottle cage only between the bars to keep the frame clean for aerodynamics. I planned to put the extra bottles and food down my top. I had some sandwiches and Honey Stinger Waffles taped to the bars and I flicked the tape off at the first aid station's 'littering zone' only 300m from the start. I grabbed one Ignite Natural 'gel' - (actually fig paste), ripped off the top and flicked it away, with a little bit of electrical tape attached. A Marshall (Technical Official/T/O /draft buster/hard assed cranky bitch/whateveyacallem) sped up to me and gave me a yellow card. Damn – I was only 400m into the ride. 

Look out Screw's coming!

The lady had real attitude – shouting and berating me like a naughty boy, “That's for littering". She had the adrenaline pumping to get her first bust of the day. "What’s your number?” she screamed a few times – “I saw you do the first two as well!”– Yeah they were in the littering zone and big bits of tape – but this was a gel top with a 3cm long bit of electrical tape, anyway I had to cop it. “What’s your number?” Again? "It’s on my helmet and seat post if you look, Freak" I thought. I was tempted to say “1234." “You HAVE to go to the first penalty box” she said and sped off. Damn, not a good start, but to be fair I was guilty, just unlucky to get busted for a minor infringement.

Glad I put the auto pause on so I got some proof.

I was trying to keep the watts at 270, and feeling really good. I thought, well I’m going to get a rest in a minute, so I can probably push them a little bit over the 270 limit I was aiming for and nudged 300 at times. I was passing people pretty consistently the whole time. At the first turn around I could see there were two AG freaks right off the front, and then a group of 7-8 a few minutes behind them. I thought the penalty box would be at the first aid station but turns out it was about 50kms in. I'd always spent the whole ride in Busso just behind the lead paceline, killing myself to reach them all day. By the time I got to the penalty box, I'd made up so much time that I was right at the tail of the lead bunch, coming about 8-9^th overall Age Grouper. I could have just ridden straight through this group if I wanted, and possibly be third off the bike. 

He's not the Messiah, He's a very naughty Boy.

Anyway I pulled in to the Penalty Box and this burly fellow gave me a stop watch and the lady who busted me was there waiting for me, making sure I did my time. Revelling in it. The guy hands me a stopwatch, and I was having a bit of a joke with him about a few things.
"Don't touch any buttons on the stopwatch" he said.
"No way mate, I'll just be trying to make these numbers go faster" I said. 
He was filling in this form, and my terrible offense was the one first entered. I was kinda proud.
“Number?"he asked.
“300”.
“Offense?” 
“Litterbug,” I confessed.
“Comments?”
“Bit of an asshole” I said.
"Ha ha, I don’t think we need comments”.
 I asked him to take some of my rubbish as “I don’t want to repeat offend” I said.
“No we’re not supposed to help” he said. Then the lady looked away for a second and he whispered.
“Just give it here” and grabbed my rubbish. And I gave him the thumbs up, looked at her and rolled my eyes. He whispered “she’s a B-I-T-C-H”, spelling it out.
 “Yeah, it was only a tiny bit of tape” I said.  

She got back on the motorbike and my mate said to the rider “You’d better go now, there’s no gap for a while", trying to get rid of her. They sped off to do some more busting. He grabbed my stopwatch and it said 2.30s…then he said – that looks like 4 minutes to me – off you go. Saweet! Thanks maaate!

I was back on and passing people again straight away. Then 5 minutes later I hit a bump and Pssst! Shiiiit! A puncture! Faaaaaark.

I did take a few chances before the race trying to make my bike as fast as possible, and to be fair these risks came back to bite me in the ass big time. 
1.  I had a few flats recently in Hawaii due to a bad tyre and a buckled wheel. I'd used all but one of my latex tubes and didn't have any spare going to Busso.
2. I wanted to use a new tyre race day and changed the front when I arrived in Busso, but the tube in there had stretched and instead of using a new butyl one I stuffed the old tube in there, and I think maybe it had a crease. Went OK on practice rides though, so maybe it was just bad luck.
3.  I use aero skewers instead of the quick release ones that need an Allen key to remove them. I woke at 3am race day, thinking “I forgot the Allen key!” as I normally tape to the frame race day and had already checked my bike in.
4. My tyre was a really narrow 19mm Bontrager that did not have great puncture protection, but was very quick.

Very aerodynamic, but velly risky too.

I put it in my bag to tape on the bike arc morning but I forgot to do it. Shizer. I actually remembered before I got the puncture that I'd forgotten to do it.

So when I got the flat I knew I was cactus. I pulled the tyre and tube out and left it hanging there in the fork asking for Allen keys from competitors and for tech support.

Rolled the dice. And lost.

Vanilla Sky - this can't be real!

 Eventually a mechanic came, a 19-year-old guy, and he had the treasured Allen (hex) key. I took the tyre off before he arrived - (No lever!) and he changed the tube for me but didn’t check the tube before he inflated with the C02 - sure enough, it was pinching against the rim and when we inflated it that one blew up with a bang! He had one more spare tube – I’ll do it myself I said. It had a massive long 80mm stem that was poking out of the H3 cut out, but I’ll make it work I thought. Eventually it went up and we taped the stem in to the wheel with electrical tape, to stop it hitting the forks. I was back in the game but total lost time was about 27 minutes. I was pretty calm throughout – I'm not the sort to have a Norman Stadler meltdown over something that was my fault. The electrical tape ended up unravelling and I had to stop again to get rid of it.

Too much Glue!!!

Back on the bike and there was still 120kms to go so let’s just try and get to the finish line and keep the 270 watts going, and maybe do a decent marathon I thought. I was passing people all the way; there was no chance to get involved in any tactics or argy-bargy with people in pace-lines bludging or cutting in my 12m space, as I never stayed in a pace-line for a second. I just rode straight through them all, my power hardly dipped below two fitty all day. A guy coming out of a turn-around passed me once, and I soon passed him back, but aside from that I never got passed all day. I did come by Ness who had passed me on the road (she didn't have an allen key....at least I hope she did't...better confirm that) and told her what happened. She was looking great and there were not many girls ahead of her. I saw Jamie Slaymaker who had a bad day and then not many others as my head was down and I was just slogging along in the zone staying as aero as I could. It was great to be able to sustain the power on the last 50kms as every other year I'd really died in the last part of the bike here. This time I felt like I could have done another 50kms at that power if I needed too.  Each of the 60km laps took 1.32, moving time, average speed about 39.7km/h. It turns out my 4.37 would have been about 5^th fastest of the day, including pros and even with my slow marathon, enough to get me to Kona. Damn. It would have been cool to have a 30 minute lead to 2nd in my AG at the start of the run and am sure I would have been able to do at least a 3.40 if needed. The trail of hard luck stories continues! Remember, "satisfaction is the death of desire right!". Hmm. Am sick of learning lessons, that's fo sho.

Was great to have good support on the run. I try and give back some energy to them when I'm able to.

RUN 3.50

I started out holding 4.30-4.38 pace. The plan was to just sit on 4.38s and hold it as long as possible. The support form Justin, Peta, Yasmin and my old mate from Tokyo, Daniel (AKA Wombat) Barron – who has moved to Perth and got the tri bug big time – was awesome. I came upon Stefan and told him to come with me and we did the first 14 kms or so together and then I moved away from him a bit. Then around the 25-8km mark the stomach started to play up and I was vomiting at every second aid station, struggling to keep anything down again. That part sucks.  

Ness had a big PB on the day, after a small crash on the bike.  She died a little in the last bit of the marathon too, but still did a 3.35. She took a Kona slot, and we know there is still more to come.

I know if I take a big cup of liquid, I will vomit, and I occasionally made that mistake. Mostly I was staying with coke and water. The vollies were so good in this race, they know their stuff and we never ran out of anything. The last 14kms were just shuffle, walk, and vomit. I had Josh Rix for company for a bit as we helped each other along – he was a lap ahead, and ended up getting 12^th overall, which was disappointing for him, but he gave it a go on the bike and was 2nd in T2 but came up short on the run. 

My run time blew out a lot on the  but as I knew my Kona chances were left on the road with the puncture it was hard to push yourself into those big depths of pain you need in the back end of an IM marathon, when there is not much on the line. It was a bloody relief to get to the finish line after the drama and pain of the day.

The long shirt and daggy flap hat help keep you cool, but don't worry ladies I do feel your pain, it's such a waste.

The post race area was a bit of a let down from previous years, quite sandy without much shelter. I had Daniel Macpherson on my butt the last coupe of k's so jogged it home and then I heard Vanessa come in as the winner of the 35-39 – she ended up winning it by 30+minutes! Most of the times were quite slow on a tough day, and her marathon split was up there with some of the best on the day.

She will take her Kona slot again today and I will have another go in Cairns and/or IM Canada. Onto the off-season now – time to do some snowboarding and make some money!



For consollaion I won the official Beer Mile the day after the race - 4 x 400m run with skulling a beer between each one!

Had to go barefoot now the soles of my feet are as bad as the toes.

Ness with her 2nd Golden Ticket! I had a tear in my eye and niece Estella was stoked too!