My daughters are very good runners, the younger, Lizzie, 29, being number 3 triathlete in Ireland and the best middle distance runner in Co.Cork. Rosaleen took up running this year and at 35 is one of the best around as well. I was persuaded to ride the cycle leg of this Duathlon yesterday with Rosaleen doing the before and after running legs, while Lizzie and Rosaleen's husband Keith were each doing the whole thing.
It started at Skibbereen Rowing Club. Lizzie was first female into transition and off she went, Rosaleen was second and off I went on my retirement-present Ridley Orion Carbon Fibre steed. The route was 30 km and consisted of out-and-back to the outskirts of Ballydehob, a rolling route on a not great surface. The young people shot off initially at a pace I was nervous of as it was a bit downhill and I'm not experience on this bike. Anyway not long afterwards I settled into the unfamiliar sensation of breathing hard with pain in my legs, something I seldom encounter now as I don't cycle that hard any more, though I did a bit of racing when young (I was no good at it, don't have the genes). After about 5 km a young man passed me and we had a few words. I told him I was 60. This seemed to psyche him out as I passed him about 1 km later and that was that.
I then noticed that I was having a tussle with another cyclist who passed me, I passed him, he passed me and so on. This happened about 10 times in all. Just before the half-way mark I passed Lizzie coming back. She has been doing little cycle-training as she's concentrating on running at the moment. I continued my ding-dong tussle with the chap mentioned earlier and at about the three-quarter mark my back began to hurt like hell (from unaccustomed effort. This happens when you push it). Eventually I decided that my pain was more important than catching him so I eased up slightly and let him drift ahead. At the end he was about 150 yards ahead of me. He was running as well. He was 39 and slim and fit looking unlike myself who's still a bit overweight.
Anyway some time later the runners started coming back. Lizzie came second as a triathlete she'd normally beat but who's a better cyclist than her and who's very bike fit at the moment, won. Had there been a longer run (this consisted of two legs of 3 km,) Lizzie would have beaten her. An ambulance went down the road. Then Rosaleen came in, and then Keith to tell us that a chap was unconscious down the road. It was the chap I'd had the lick for smather (a phrase of my father's) with. It subsequently turned out that he recovered but appeared to have had a coronary and was taken to hospital. I was told this by the event doctor whom I vaguely know.( I'm a retired doctor myself).
All I can say about that is Crikey!
P.s. Lizzie is perturbed that her SIXTY year old father did a time within 14 sec of her, even though she's not really bike fit.
I don't like riding at that pace at all. I averaged just over 17.5mph on it.
Lizzie and Rosaleen.