Home De Ferro Triathlon, Ibiza, Spain. 20th October 2002 (Swim 4km, Bike 120km, Run 30km)
So, after Nice was over and Iain was disappointed at having to pull out of the race (after puking 6 times early in the bike) he hatched this wicked plan to go over to Ibiza 4 weeks later where they were running a try-out of the course for next year’s (2003) World Championships. We were told if we raced this year that we would be guaranteed places in the (limited number) citizens’ wave which would go alongside the Worlds next year. We both wanted to race Ibiza in 2003 and wanted to secure a place if we do not make GB Age Group Team.
So how could I resist….we went for it….depart Friday lunchtime..arrive very very late Friday night (actually early Saturday morning)…race Sunday morning and fly back Monday lunchtime….all in all we spent 60 hours in Ibiza!!!! Quite unexpectedly it has the most beautiful airport I have ever been in.
It was a great place, the weather ROCKED, a great race – lovely warm water for the swim which was fast for me at 1:25:53 for 4km. The 2 lap bike course suited both of us…long gentle climbs and flats into a slight headwind, some lovely gentle descents especially coming back to the start at the end of each lap and one reasonable 400m climb over 5km or so (which I climbed seated in my 19 sprocket!!)…a power course where you want to stay aero which I completed in 3:44:15. Iain had a good run at last (on the 3 lap flat run course ) passing me 10km into the run, after I had passed him 60km (end of lap 1) into the bike, he having exitted the swim 5 mins ahead of me as usual. It was hot (23 deg C in the shade, of which there wasn’t) I was sick on the run again…and the standard of the 300 competitors was the highest of any race I have ever competed in. I managed to run without stopping for over 1.5 hours (which is good for me!) and then the meltdown began…There was one point where towards the end of lap 2 I took a ‘moment’ and sat on a wall as I couldn’t stop my body from trying to empty my already empty stomach…invariably this is where quite a few people saw me and remember seeing me…lap 3 was slightly better and at one aid station some kind person had actually put ice in the isotonic drink (Aquarius)…ooooooh heavenly…prior to that I had taken a new tack and was actually sucking sliced oranges…ah well, sometimes you just gotta try something new. Looking back now my run of 3:06:57 is my best ever at this (Nice) distance and my finish time of 8:21:12 again is my Personal Record at this distance.
We met some other Scots and some fellow Brits too, all of whom were brilliant to be with, almost all of them were Ironman brothers. To top it all Scotland’s Bella Comerford kicked all the other women’s butts (and plenty men too) and won…Iain lent her his Scottish flag at the prize giving ceremony…she went from such great form in this race, to Ironman Florida the following month and ripped it up…running the leaders down to win. Way to go Bella!!!