My partner decided that we should enter the club duathlon last Sunday. I was dubious. I’m still new to all this running malarkey and possibly the least competitive person I know. Still 2 miles round a flat field followed by a rest while he cycled 12 followed by another 2 miles shouldn’t be beyond my capabilities.
You’ll be fine, they said. It’s a giggle, they said. No one takes it seriously.
Things I learned:
1. I learned that runners who belong to running clubs tell whopping great lies. TO YOUR FACE! Casually lurking at the start line, the hooter goes and they’re off like greyhounds! Even the “it’s a giggle” brigade. Looking at Strava after the event, I realise I was sucked into Mo Farah territory, even maintaining a 6:45/mile (admittedly for only about 20 yards) in a bid not to be left behind completely. Too rich to my blood, I had to slow down, still managing a respectable (for me) 19 minute time for 2 miles. I was 2nd to last. Well 3rd if you count the dnf who twisted her ankle.
2. I learned that my partner is an amazing cyclist. He caught up with most of the others, achieving 1st in the bike leg arriving 3rd back to the park.
3. I learned that there is a streak of competitiveness in me. Although I knew there were fast runners who were going to overtake me, I refused to let the world go by and finished in 20 minutes. We came half way down the table over all.
4. I learned that young adolescents who are built like whippets can beat the hell out of grown men when their Dad’s do the bike part and they do the run.
5. I learned that team duathlons are a ridiculous way to spend cold misty Sunday mornings at 8am, I don’t see any fun, giggles or enjoyment in it. Or at least I didnt at the start of run 2.
6. I learned that I’ll probably sign up for the next one in September! Have a good week everyone!😂😊🏃♀️🚲🏃♀️🏆🥇