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Ironman
Mallorca 2016 Report
Last week, at 7am on Sunday the 23rd
of September 2016, I competed in IronMan Mallorca. It was my 5th
time toeing the start line of an iron-distance triathlon, which consists of a
2.4mile (3.8km) swim, 112mile (180km) cycle, then a 26.2mile (42.2km) run to
finish it off.
I was doing this
race to avenge a DNF (did not finish) result at IronMan Copenhagen 4 weeks
previously. The DNF was caused by
dehydration and having gone too hard in the early stages of the run leg
triggering a heart arrhythmia where my heart rate reached 200 beats per minute,
while I was walking! Fortunately, it returned to normal after about 30 minutes
of lying on the ground with the paramedics keeping an eye on me but the race
referee had arrived by this point and I was withdrawn from the race, just
in-case it happened again. The most devastating part of this, aside from not
being able to finish my main race of the year, was that I was only 10
kilometres from the finish line! In my previous experience, it’s the last 10km
that does the most damage to you, and I woke up the next day not feeling too
bad. After about 1 week of light training I realised that I definitely had
another Ironman in me, and that I needed to do one before the end of the season
as I had been holding back all year for Copenhagen and couldn’t bare to finish
the year with no successes to my name.
Left: Me, just after a practice swim the evening before
the race. Upper right: my race bike with trusty llama mascot on the handlebars.
Lower right: the equipment and nutrition I used for the race, later separated
into bags for each discipline and stored in the transition area during the
race.
The bike is the
longest section of the Ironman and it was also the part that I’d been most worried
about as there had been heavy thunder and lightning the day before the race. I
knew that we were due a massive thunderstorm on the day of the race which would
make the roads like glass, but by the time I had started the bike leg it was
still dry. The first 110km of the bike are mostly undulating and take you
through the small villages of the northern part of the island before climbing
the Col de Femenia at 115km, which is a 12.5km mountain climb. I managed a good
average speed during the initial flatter section, while being careful to avoid
getting caught in the large groups of cyclists I passed, as triathlon is
non-drafting during the bike leg. There came a point though where I reached an
enormous group of ~100 riders. It took me about 10 minutes of riding above my
target effort to get past them, and as soon as I got to the front the rider
behind me simply latched onto my wheel, then overtook me 2 minutes later. While
I was abiding by the rule of dropping back after being passed and leaving a 12-meter
gap, people from the huge group decided to overtake me and fill in that, gap –
pushing me back even further. While I sat at the back raging at the situation I
realised that I could just sit about 20 meters back from the group and still
get a slipstreaming benefit, I wouldn’t be going as fast as I wanted but I
remembered that my friend, Tom, had impressed the importance of arriving at the
bottom of the climb feeling fresh. Tom had learned this the hard way racing the
previous year, as he was caught up in the effects of unleashing 300
similarly-fit triathletes upon a bike course at the same time, and was unable
to ride up the climb as well as he could have done. With this in mind, I eased
off the gas and decided to ‘make my move’ during the 5 kilometre run in to the
bottom of the climb where the gradient slightly increased, enough to stretch
out the peloton. Another rider and I made our move up the outside of the group,
it wasn’t a huge effort as I didn’t go too far above my target average power
output but I did want to hit the climb hard. When we hit the climb the rest of
the group were caught and passed within the first 500 metres and I just tapped
out a pace that I knew I could sustain to the top of the climb from my (many)
sessions on the Wattbike at CCCU SportsLab, I averaged about 290Watts for the
climb. Thirty-five minutes of steady effort later I had made it to the top of
the mountain and not been over taken once, while passing about 50 riders including
a few female professionals. The most memorable moment of the climb for me was
after reaching the summit, a young man crossed the road blowing an enormous
cloud of smoke/vapour into my path. Not wanting to inhale whatever it was I
swerved to the other side of the road to avoid it, his friend saw me move and immediately
began to chastise the bloke in aggressive sounding Spanish, as I passed she
gave me a thumbs up and ‘Vaya vaya’ while I laughed and gave my thanks. Following
the climb was a glorious descent for 10km full of switch-backs down the other
side of the mountain. The remainder of the ride was fairly uneventful until
about 150 km, where the heavens opened and I found myself in the middle of
monsoon season. To be honest, I was very lucky with the timing for this shower
as a friend of mine, AJ, who was also doing the race got caught in the rain at
the top of the climb, making for a very treacherous descent.
So, after 30km of
wet, careful riding I returned to Alcudia for the second time to end the bike
course in 5hrs 5 minutes. I had a bit of a kerfuffle in transition as thanks to
missing the race briefing the day before, I had no clue were to chuck my
run-kit bag once I’d removed the shoes and energy gels from it. Luckily an
event volunteer was there to take the bag and tell me to get running; ‘¡Ánimo!’.
The run course
involved 4 and a half times a lap of 9.5km along the high street, through some
of the residential part of Alcudia, and then along the beach front before
looping back onto the promenade and around to the high-street. Despite the
pouring rain for the entire 3 and a half hours of my run, the support from the
locals, friends and family of other athletes, AJ’s partner, Josh, and random
British holiday makers was immense and as encouraging as the crowds at the
London Marathon. I started off at a steady pace and knew that all I wanted to
do was survive the run and get a finish. My old nemesis, stomach troubles,
started to give me issues after about 6km but I knew that it wouldn’t stop me
from finishing (thankfully, there were toilets at every aid station, about 2km
apart on the run!). When I came off the bike onto the run at Copenhagen I had
less than 6 hours on the clock and potentially a Kona spot to chase down. I
started off suicidally fast, running about 4:00minutes per km for the first 5km
when my target was to hold 4:40 min/km. This is my usual tactic and I know that
I will eventually settle to a maintainable pace, but combined with the 30-degree
heat and necking 2-3 cups of Coke every 10 minutes, this lead to my DNF. My
club mates and junior section coach, Bruno, had all given me a lot of advice on
how to deal with this and my plan for Mallorca was to cap the first 5km of the
run at 5:00min/km. I actually averaged this pace for the entire run so it
definitely worked for me and next year my goal is to work on building pace
throughout the IronMan marathon. I crossed the line after 9 hours 54 minutes of
racing, which was good enough for 16th in my age-group out of ~180
and 175 overall out of 2500, including professionals. In terms of my goals for
triathlon, I want to qualify for the world championships at Kona, Hawaii one
day. I was about 30 minutes off the pace required to qualify at Mallorca, but
considering my goal was just to finish, and having done nearly a full Ironman
less than 4 weeks beforehand, I don’t think that it is too much of an
unrealistic goal. My swim and bike are definitely up to the required level, as
I was 11th in my age-group off the bike in Mallorca, but lost 5
places on the run (probably while in the loos!). Next year I hope to improve my
run endurance off the bike and ability to maintain speed, which I can hopefully
achieve through more specific training at SportsLab and with the advice from
the experienced friends, club members and colleagues I’m lucky enough to know. As a race, Ironman Mallorca is up there with the best; the organisation, support and course make it one to do. Even if you're chasing a fast time you shouldn't let the hillier bike course put you off as the smooth roads more than make up for the added elevation gain. If you're good at descending (unlike myself) I think you'll be within 10 mins of a flatter course's time.