Why be good at one sport when you can be average at three: Isoman 2017.

IMG_20170702_093853_456I went back to Isoman to battle some demons. They heard I was coming and it turned into a grudge match. I’m writing about it so I won’t be tempted to go back and try again. (I’m tempted to go back and try again.)

What is Isoman? 
Iso was dreamt up in the pub by a bloke who kept beasting the Ironman swim only to be passed by his mates on the bike leg. This is a swimmers attempt at making the whole business fairer; equalising the disciplines. At the Manchester Tri Expo I watched people shaking their heads at Gary Jarvis, the race director, at his exhibition stand. This is a race that people are scared of.

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Swim. I am a decent swimmer. I can swim a long way. 7 miles is a very long way. Last year I was disappointed with my swim time; (I sneaked in just 2 mins 30 under the cut off,) this return visit I wanted to better that.

My training had been spot on and I am a much better swimmer than 12 months ago; strength training had protected my shoulders from injury and I had no excuses. Except. I had doubts. My swim training never transfers to event. The week before the race I really began to worry.

Week 1 of the 2017 training plan ticked off. 

My fears were justified. I bombed. By lap 2, I knew it was going to be touch and go that I could meet the 5 hrs 30 cut off and I had a little panic attack at the far side of the lake. Hyperventilating and being hauled in by a kayak after 37 minutes wasn’t in the plan though; I pulled myself together “calm and consistent” was the mantra as I carried on.

By lap 8 it was clear that I’d blown it. I only had 33 minutes to do the final lap, I’d been swimming much slower than that. I shrugged my shoulders at hubby, “what do I do?” he shrugged back, unable to help. Since no-one dragged me out with a boat hook, I decided to go back out. I  can swim the time I needed, so I went for the final push; I would go down with all guns blazing.

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Week 2 on the training plan has had fast swimming, the 1st long swim, bootcamp, spinning, hill reps and a half marathon…oh, and some green stuff in a bottle.

In mill pond flat water, I swam my hardest. I remembered not to trail my elbows, (which I do when tired,) I concentrated on ‘pushing my box’ to get a strong pull, I rotated, stretched, bi-lateral breathed and I kicked my legs like the clappers. I threw every last drop of energy at it. Despite everything, it was my slowest lap. Richard overheard the swim director talking to one of the safety kayakers “she’s got great technique and she’s kicking hard but doesn’t appear to be moving anywhere.” The water just felt thicker.

I reached the jetty exhausted but resigned. As a challenge in itself, a 7 mile swim is epic. I wouldn’t go home embarrassed and the tears would wait. Ok, I had a little paddy and threw my swim cap and ear plugs and I swore a bit; but I wasn’t horrible!

Then I was asked “do you want to carry on?” Baffled, I replied that I wasn’t allowed. Swim director, Mark replied, “hey, you’ve just swum 7 miles; I’m not going to stop you…”

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Week 4. Recovery week. 0 swimming, 1 easy ride, 2 mountains.

T1I didn’t want to carry on. My mind and body had accepted that I was done for the day. But, I was here to do Isoman and my race wasn’t over yet“Get out on your bike before they change their mind,” I thought. Then, I realised there was another lady still in t1. I fairly threw my kit on and pelted out before she did…forgetting to apply sun cream.

Bike. The Isoman bike leg is basically just pedal and eat. I was utterly spent after the swim and knew I needed to fuel on my trusty cheese rolls. Trouble is that they were in my back pocket and the first wobbly 6 miles took me down a busy dual carriageway. I downed as much Tailwind as I could and just pedalled.

Things that happened on the bike leg…

  1. I’m no Bill Oddie but I know a bird of prey when it swoops in front of my handlebars. It was whopping, brown and had a pointy beak and the shock nearly knocked me off. I grazed my front wheel along the kerb but stayed in the saddle, thankfully no damage!
  2. A bang to the head, a sudden, unexpected jerk of my neck. What the hell? Has that bird just dive bombed me? A different bird. What the actual! Thankfully I had my helmet on and I spent a mile or two fumbling to see if it was cracked. (It wasn’t.)
  3. “Ooh that’s strange, all the other signage has been on the other side of the road, has been a different shape and size and has had the Iso logo on it…oh well I’ll follow it anyway.” Thankfully I was spotted heading in the wrong direction very quickly by a race marshal…
  4. …the race marshal was from the feed station which had packed up and was returning to base. Thankfully she wasn’t convinced all the riders had gone through and was sweeping the course. I hurriedly grabbed some offerings from the cardboard boxes in the boot of her car.

I can’t be the only person who speaks to her bike. Ar Julie is a legend and compensated for my lacklustre cycling by having loads of gears and I used every single one to get up the merest pimples in the road. Badge of honour moment too when I managed my first mid-ride wee around the aptly named village of Little Widdle! With 20 miles to go, and in spectacularly un-aerodynamic fashion, I was comfortably back under the cut off and back on a roll.

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Week 5. The one where I skipped mid-week sessions and had to play catch-up at the weekend.

 

T2. With over an hour to spare for the cut off I arrived back at transition. I’d made up time but I was definitely not fit to run a marathon. I was still exhausted and one of my knees was grumbling. I’m quite partial to a cuppa in t2 so teenage son was dispatched whilst I had a quick wipe down and change…

…no sign of my brew; just a sobbing adolescent who had spilt the lot and scalded himself in the rush. As hubby whisked him off to find cold water, I left the field worried and feeling like a terrible mother. (Adam was fine.)

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Week 6. Where reading a Ranulph Fiennes book and thinking of my Insta-pal in the Himalayas made Burnley training feel decidedly glum and I ditched my long run for a hyped hot chocolate.

Run. This is the bit that I’m good at! Just not today. Damn, this race wasn’t going to get any easier! It was 5:30pm and I’d been at full throttle since 7am. But, all I had to do was run 4 laps around the park. Let’s see if I can get this done for 10pm.

Ultra running has taught me to accept and adjust to aches and pains. 2 bad knees, a jarring lower back however, had me wrecked. There was a lot more walking than I would have liked. My brain was mashed and I fell over once because I didn’t pick my feet up. I couldn’t pass a portaloo without a visit and entering after a big ginger fella, clutching his stomach and with no water left for the flush, I discovered some people were having bigger difficulties than me.

Week 7. Ditched the plan. Did lots of lovely running. 1st 50+ mile of 2017, lots of hills, a bit of fast swimming and even went out on my bike a couple of times. Ah, the joy of half term!

You know it’s a long day when you find yourself celebrating that there’s only 19 miles to go; the next lap will take you under 15 miles, and that’s manageable.

1 lap to go. 6.5 miles. “Is the other lady still behind me?” I ask hubby as we catch up walking around the field again. She wasn’t far behind. She was 100m behind me…and she was still running.

This horrendous day was not going to end with me coming last. No bloody way!

Week 9. Another triathlon training weekend. Friday evening coached swim, Saturday 30 miles on the bike and Sunday trig-bagging trail run. Shame I have to go to work really.

It was dark as I headed back into the woods for the final lap. I ran every single step. I didn’t stop to fuel at the feed station. I just clutched my bottle of Tailwind and a caffeine gel that I was rationing for the final 3 miles. I couldn’t see the markings and had to trust that I knew the way. Haha, this was my final sprint and I was knocking out sub-11min miles!

I passed 3 fellas walking in tri suits, “OY, OY!” I shouted, “runner coming through; some of us are still going!” I thought that they were returning from the pub. It turns out they were still in the race too. (I felt a bit disrespectful when I later found out.)

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Running up a mountain, whizzing around the bike track and a good long swim. Hail, snow, and sunshine. And an evening resting my muscles and eating pizza.

With 2.5 miles to go a lovely marshal appeared alongside me on a bike with lights and a head torch. Riders had been dispatched to escort us all in safely. I’d been just about to throw it all in; the lady behind was welcome to beat me! I didn’t care anymore. I was done. But, my bike angel lifted my spirits. Just having someone to chat to and not having to think about where I was going anymore, (and the caffeine hit from my precious last SIS gel,) made the last few miles tolerable.

The End. So I finished. If you’d have told me last week that I would be an hour slower than last year, I wouldn’t have believed it and I may have cried. Instead, I’m super proud. I may not be the fastest at any of the disciplines, but, I will carry on till someone tells me to stop. At any point I would have stopped if someone had given me the option. No-one did. So, despite every message from my brain and body; I just carried on. I got my medal. I’m a double Isoman. (And the journey to get there has been immense!)

Final note. There are no pictures of me at the event because I was in such a bad way. Richard was too concerned about the state I was in to start snapping. Even the official photographers steered well clear. Perhaps this is the best indication that me and Iso are done…

…till next time?

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Week 14. Marathon recovery = 4 swims, 2 rides, 2 runs and bootcamp. Now it’s time to REALLY rest! Taper next week cos next weekend’s a big one…
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Week 16. When it went a bit bikey. It’s that time of year where i again try to turn myself into a cyclist. Flat tyres, meltdowns and cafe stops, mountains and bloody big hills.
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Week 17. Only 8 weeks to go!128 miles of sunny cycling, 2 tough swim sets and a mild sense of dread that race day’s getting nearer.
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Week 19. Keep on swimming, keep on swimming…then run a marathon.
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In the last 12 weeks, I’ve run Manchester and Windermere marathons, L2M 50 ultra, 2 50 mile bike rides, 2 5k swims, a half Ironman and 29 miles at Trailblaster on top of training. Now it’s time to stop, taper and trust in the training. Isoman in 12 days!

2016 Isoman went a bit like this…Iso-Did It!

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5 thoughts on “Why be good at one sport when you can be average at three: Isoman 2017.

  1. Awesome achievement, you are right to feel proud of yourself, he’ll I’m proud of you. Now for goodness sake have a rest. Step away from the events pages 😘
    Course that’s not going to happen so I’ll look forward to hearing about your next challenge x

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