Australia has some wonderful slang that I’m sure confuses so many new comers to our wide and diverse land. Old Mate is a case in point. Try listening to a couple of men talking about Old Mate or several old mates and work out how many old mates they are talking about and indeed who exactly is Old Mate.
Another Sunday and another triathlon at beautiful Beauty Point. The start time was much later than usual due to the tides. With the later start brought the wind that often gets stronger in the afternoon. Not to worry though, the water was nowhere near as choppy as a recent training swim at Beauty Point but the ride was a little more challenging with sideways gusts of up to 72kph.
I have no idea of my time, results aren’t out yet. I didn’t come last but I was well at the back. What I’m growing to love about triathlon is participating with the aim to swim/ride/run to feel rather than checking my pace via the GPS. There isn’t any pressure other than to finish. And to cap it off there is a small but growing group of ladies in their 40s and 50s, all beginners, who are having a go and getting to know each other a little bit. There is friendly competition between everyone but nothing more than healthy banter about trying to do our best and have a go at beating each other. I think I’ve found my tribe.
The swim leg was a little more challenging today due to the weather. I had a swimmer weaving in and out in front of me and I couldn’t seem to ditch her. I’d go left and she’d go left, then I’d go right and she’d go right. But gradually we both chipped away and got to the orange buoy (oh I could see myself falling in love with the orange buoy such is the determination to get to it). Triathlon number six and my first time without a life guard constantly beside me. I must be improving! Either that or their insurance has been increased. I was so pooped getting out of the water and so focused on ripping off my wet suit that I honestly have no idea how I went in the swim. Lastish.
My feet touch the ground and I’m feeling for the wet suit zip, down it goes faster than a beer on a hot day. Out comes my right arm in one aggressive pull. Off come my goggles and cap. I stumble up the steps out of the water. Then faster than a whip crack, out comes my left arm. I run around the cone and then to my bike. Getting my wet suit down from my torso is still proving difficult, I wriggle and squirm and do impressions of a chook laying an egg, squatting, straining and generally looking pained. Thanks to lashings of cheap strawberry conditioner applied before squeezing into the suit, the legs were out in only a few goes, stomp and pull, stomp and pull, kick, stomp, jump, throw.
This felt like my fastest swim to ride transition yet! Phew!
And there is L (the lady who took the wrong turn last time). She’s a bike length in front of me. I was over the mount/dismount line, on my bike and off like a cut cat and I didn’t see L until the turn around point. (To go like a cut cat is Australian slang for very fast).
I was convinced L would catch me so I put 100% into the ride despite the windy conditions. I mowed down cyclist after cyclist. Seriously I’m not that competitive but put me on a bike and the desire for speed…oh dear. Old Mate better watch himself.
Then the run. I pushed myself and was breathing like a labouring steam train. I felt sure that L would catch me, she is a speedy runner, but she didn’t today. No medals or places this time but I did my very best and that feels as good as a medal. Pauly did really well and was fastest old man again.
It was a great afternoon. Janette didn’t suit up today but volunteered and I valued her support and encouragement more than I can say. Thank you to Janette for the happy snaps.
Which brings me back to Old Mate. I caught up with Old Mate thanks to Janette pointing him out and getting her camera ready. I’m sure he must’ve heard about how fast I am and came to see what extra training he needs to stay on top of the game or there might be another Tasmanian Cyclist in the lime light (ooo lime light would match my tri suit).
Happy running 🙂
And just as we were coming home there were snow clouds on the mountains. While the rest of the country swelters we are going to get snow in the high country.