Hebburn Triathlon: I hear footsteps behind me!
. . . my just-like-I-do-it-in-training T2 had opened up about another 15 seconds on Robbie, putting me a total of about 25 seconds on the road ahead of him, and 1:35 behind him in the race. Could I make that up on the run?
As I set out from T2, I was already starting to do the math in my head - Robbie and I both run at about the same pace, so basically it would mean pulling out 30 seconds a mile, and clocking a pace of around 6:40/mile. When properly fit and trained for Sprint triathlons, maybe I could do that. But this year I’d been focusing on distance for the Cleveland Steelman’s 12 mile run (4 weeks ago), and due to my worries about plantar frasciitis in my right foot, I’d cut down the running for the six weeks before that race, and done none at all since it.
So no, it wasn’t really going to happen was it.
I did, however manage to hold him off from overtaking me again, but for the last 2k, I could hear those footsteps behind me getting closer and closer. In the end I crossed the line about 10 seconds ahead - just in time to get the lady on the PA system to announce him as Fat Robbie.
In case you hadn’t guessed, the irony in this is that he isn’t fat at all, so the incredulous commentator shoved the microphone under his nose for an explanation. And like all good triathletes at the end of a race, all he could manage was,
“*pant* *gasp*I’ll tell you in *gasp* a minute!”
- Type: Run
- Date: 08/03/2008
- Time: 08:26:00
- Total Time: 00:22:40.00
- Distance: 3.11 miles
- Average Pace: 7:17.96/mile
- Total time for the race: 1:09:13 - about 0:1:50 behind my taller and faster and (not) fatter friend.