Monday, 12 February 2007

Blatant drafting @ non draftng race

At the race yesterday I quit the race two thirds of the way round lap 2 of the 3 lap bike course. I had lost my mental urge to race as a pace line of 4 triathletes came past. These were experienced triathletes who should know the rules. Two of them I recognised and two I didn't. The latter 2 I had caught up on the the bike (after a very clumsy transition) and thought I passed, then I heard them talking behind me, I kept trying to get away but to no avail then they were joined by the other 2. As they drew up level, I sat up and shouted at them about drafting, they were probably too busy concentrating on holding each others wheel. As I slowly carried on towards a race marshal and complained, they looked like a well organised team, all dressed in the same black and white tops.

I know I definitely beat two them regularly on the bike (one of whom has nice yellow bike with disc wheel and aero helmet) and I caught the other two up. After they went by I just couldn't be bothered so went back to transition and complained to Jeanette the organiser. The thing is they are small local races, we are mostly members of the same club, the club puts on the races, the organiser is a member of the club.

I've up my mind to go back to olympic distance races on tougher courses because I enjoy them and they are fairer races. I will be able to train more because cameron is sleeping much better now. I am also going to have my lactate threshold tested ina weeks time my present to myself for my 40th birthday. I've also got too decide to buy a decent wetsuit for next season or to upgrade the gears on my bike (13 year old carbon and aluminium Specialized Epic) from 8speed to 10 I can't get both. I was thinking the gears because the wetsuit is not going to work unless I can swim. Swimming is going well I'm using a lot of the drills from total immersion (completel relearning hoe to swim through balance) and all I can say is at this point is that I am definitely not swimming much worse than when I was thrashing up and down the pool.

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