I’d been looking forward to this event for a while – I’ve grown to love off-road duathlons over the last couple of years and seem to do pretty well. They’re also fun as a mountain biker first and runner second, as most are runners first and bikers second, meaning you get to make major progress on the bike leg.
My race was a support race to the British Off-road Triathlon championships, so there were a few people in team GB strips floating about the place plus others with their name on their kit – you know they’re going to be fast! Fortunately for me they were all in the various triathlon races and not the Duathlon Sprint I’d entered. You won’t catch me clambering into a freezing lake for an open water swim anytime soon, especially in late September!
The weather was awesome come Saturday morning, a bit of a chill in the air, but sunshine and blue skies. We rolled up to Hawley Lake in Hampshire early doors to a packed car park; blimey this event was bigger than I’d anticipated! Having got my stuff sorted in the transition area and bike parked in the right spot I was ready to go. The format was to be a 5k run, followed by a 12k bike lap and a further 5k run, all off-road.

I bagged myself a front row start position, and right from the off there were three of us that broke away from the pack. The 1st km was on relatively flat fireroads and we settled into a comfortable quick pace. Before too long though, the other 2 guys began to pull away, particularly as we climbed for a short time and so I ran alone for a while, then was caught by another guy. We ran together most of the rest of the lap, and into transition for the first time.
I felt I’d run a good time and felt strong, and was keen to get on the bike and get pedalling as I knew I had to maximise this leg. Despite getting lost for around 20 seconds or so due to an errant course marker, I quickly passed and pulled away from the guy in front and found myself in a comfortable 3rd place. Having said comfortable, I soon realised I’d made a mistake by not putting my riding gloves on at transition! I NEVER ride without gloves and I was finding out why – I was soon having trouble hanging on with sweaty hands and missing the lovely ulna padding on Specialized’s gloves that were sitting unused in my transition basket.
Despite this, I rode well on a pretty good course. There was a mix of fast open tracks and reasonably techy wooded singletrack. I had thought that the two leaders were long gone, and with a large gap behind me I was pretty happy with a 3rd place, but around the 9km marker I caught a glimpse of the two leaders, riding together, up ahead. This was all the motivation I needed to step on it! It only took a few minutes to catch up and I caught them napping, riding straight past into a ‘Swinley forest’ type of swoopy singletrack descent and into the lead. I got very excitable at this point, as leading was a new experience for me, and only just avoided running into a photographer lurking in the bushes! I knew I had to ride my lungs off to get as bigger lead as I could in the remaining 2kms, as I was well aware that both those guys were better runners than me and I gave it my best shot, arriving into the arena and transition in good shape and a fair way ahead, shouting like an excited 6 year old that “I’m winning!” to my family of supporters!

I managed a pretty quick transition back into running shoes (nearly coming a cropper with the ‘helmet on whilst touching your bike rules’ in my enthusiasm to take it off before I’d reached my slot), and set off out on the final 5km run. Straight away my calves protested at the stretch, giving shots of cramp pain, but this passed after a few minutes and I started to run more fluidly. I got to about 3kms in, before I heard the inevitable breathing and footprints of the two guys catching me. It was disheartening, but I stuck with them for a further km, before they started to ease away from me. As the track dropped downhill, they pulled away and I had nothing left to challenge. Despite this I really enjoyed the last km, knowing I was going to finish on the podium for the first time in a few years. I managed to keep the other two in sight at least as they finished, and put in a big sprint finish and celebrated like I’d won as I crossed the line.
It was great fun to be at or near the front for the whole race, and actually know what position you are in. It gives you much more opportunity to think tactically too. Analysis of the results showed that my ride was nearly a minute and a half faster than anyone else in that race, and my runs were pretty fast for me at 20.54 and 22.00. I need to work on a faster transition (and wear gloves) and get the organisers to make the bike leg longer, and then I might get a couple of steps higher up that podium for the first time ever!
Big Daddy