Firstly, I have given up on fighting for the correct spelling of Aquathon. The mysterious 'l' that has crept into the usage is completely un-necessary, and to my mind it is also very ugly to read and pronounce.
Secondly, I am going to blatantly steal some blog formatting from one of the race organisers with this:
Medal: Yes (actually 2 but we will get to that!)
And thirdly, here is a link to the results so you can skip the story bit if you want.
I arrived in plenty of time and got registered early. I spent a while chatting to people and then went for a short warm up run and did a decent bit of stretching. I was struggling to get switched on to race mode and wondered if I was going to have the same struggle as Tuesday to get moving. I got my wetsuit on and headed down to the pre-race briefing and started to feel more like an actual race. After the briefing as everyone was heading in to the water to acclimatise I was hanging around at the back. I got in to the water almost last and did an easy paddle up to the line but the cold water was working to get me in gear.
The starter was quite far back and difficult to hear so she shouted 10 seconds to go, and I started my watch. Then she counted down from 5 with the crowd joining in for 4, 3, and by the time they got to 2 everyone on my left was already moving and half the people on my right were either moving or thinking about it. I didn't actually hear the hooter as by the time the countdown said 1 there was so much water thrashing around me that I admit I went as well. Straight into a pair of kicking feet, so I have already given up 2 meters just by not false-starting as much as everyone else.
This was by far the roughest open water swim I have been in. I am going to suggest that the smaller field actually made it worse as no-one took a sensible view and backed off the start line. Everyone charged on full-gas to the first buoy and a lot of the people around me were struggling with sighting and swimming in straight lines. Lots of punching, kicking and swerving also meant I was spending a lot of time in an almost water-polo position as I tried to keep straight for the buoy and ignore the massed bodies. Even with that I still got dunked and got a mouthful of water before the first marker.
Around the first buoy and things started to string out a little bit. That let me get a slightly cleaner swim out to the next buoy and the island, but even during this section I had a couple of incidents with people squeezing onto my line. Around the island and everyone around me followed a line out towards the bank. There was an extra buoy added since Wednesday which changed the line slightly but I still knew there was distance to be gained by taking a more aggressive straight line. This line also gave me a good view of the swimmers I had been with and I was definitely moving up on them, even though they were all getting a draft effect from each other.
At the next buoy I started to move to the right to take a tight line around the only right hand section on the course but found a lot of people were already on that line and I settled in at the side of a pack to get some draft effect while still trying to hold a straight line. I did take a couple of glances to the water exit and no-one was out yet. That was pretty pleasing as I did wonder how far ahead they might be.
By this point things were spaced out sensibly and I managed to get a nicely paced person in front to follow round the tight buoy at the bottom and back to the loch exit. This section always seems really short from outside the loch but then takes forever to swim. It seems like a dozen strokes should bring you out but it must be 3 or 4 times that far. I got to the mats and was out quite cleanly and up the matting. I took off my hats and goggles and lapped my watch (12:09 including the 10secs pre-start so I make that 11:59 for 750m!). Struggled with grip tab on my wet suit but got it at the second attempt and got my suit down to my waist as I went in to transition.
Because I had decided on socks I decided to go for a seated transition. I shoved the suit to my knees and then sat down to kick it off. I apologised to the transition marshall as I splashed her but she said it was fine. I was clean and tidy with my socks and shoes and rolled up into my run, round the cones that had been added to neutralise transition and out on to the run. I spotted 2 of the other Veterans still changing their shoes and figured that I was probably in fourth place. (I am going to stick with this assumption in the description from here but as you will see it turns out I was a place out).
I started the run at a pretty sharp pace and within the first 100m I had passed one of my regular rivals. Just ahead of him there was a guy who looked to be in my age-group and I focussed on trying to catch up to him, with a view to getting on the podium. As I slowly closed the gap on him we were passing lots of specialist swimmers who were struggling with the off-road running course. I knew I was working close to my limit to catch him but I was closing the gap.
As we headed into the wooded section a Veteran named MacDowall (helpfully printed on his GB vest) was coming out of the woods in the other direction, about a quarter mile ahead. I knew he was in my age-group and was well away and I thought there was one other Vet in the gap behind him but in front of the pair of us. (I chatted to him a bit afterwards and it turns out he is a pure Aquathlon specialist and doesn't even have a bike).
I finally passed my target and tried to stretch away during the roughest part through the trees. I could hear him tight on my heels as we came through to the end of the first lap and as I took a step off the road back onto a grass section I went over my ankle. The ouch noise he made was almost as loud as my own. I took a couple of slightly ginger steps but there was no damage done and I was able to get back up to pace as he pulled level. We ran side-by-side for about quarter of a mile and had a quick chat. He thought we were fighting over fourth place but I still thought it was over third.
My ankle wasn't really bothering me but the little voice in the back of my head was. I had been lucky not to hurt it and I was meant to be taking this race safely and keeping myself uninjured for next week. Also I had planned not to fight for a place if I was off the podium and while I thought I was fighting for third, he thought 4th and that was enough for me to decide that safety was key. I backed off a tiny bit. I was still running hard with my Heart rate in the 165-170 range but not quite at the 175-180 I had been for the first lap. That was enough for him to get about a 10 second lead. After half a mile at the slightly lower pace I realised he wasn't actually getting any further away and I was feeling a lot more comfortable. I tried to pick the pace up for the section through the woods again but he had kept a decent finish and was picking up himself so the gap grew to 20 seconds.
I was happy enough with my race and pleased to have come fourth in my first Age Group Championship race. My first sub-12 750m swim. A 20-minute 5k on a tough course. A really good transition. I was happy with my day out. I grabbed my goody bag and finisher's medal, chatted to some of the other competitors and went to get changed before coming back to chat with some of the officials and get a quick massage. During that chat the timekeeper told me that I should hang around for the presentation. I thought maybe someone had been disqualified or penalised and I had been upgraded, but it turns out that the missing athlete we both assumed was somewhere between MacDowall and the pair of us simply didn't exist. I had come out of the water in fourth, passed someone in transition and had been fighting for second on the run. So finishing third Veteran.
So my career in the Age-group ranks continues with a podium every time I have started a race so far. That is likely to change next weekend but it was good while it lasted. And the giant medals that TriathlonScotland give out are pretty impressive. On the left is the decent sized finisher medal and on the right is my bronze medal.
Post race note:
Could I have made up the 21 seconds and had second place? Honestly, I am going to go with no. While the gap seems small and I was definitely keeping a bit in the tank on the second lap of the run, I don't think it was enough to close the gap. Even if it had been enough, he also thought we were racing for the podium spot and he had a lot of fans near the finish to cheer him home if I had managed to get a bit closer and turn it into a sprint finish.
I could sit here and convince myself that taking a wider start position on the swim might have cleaned a few seconds off my swim, skipping the socks might have saved a few seconds, not going over my ankle I might have kept fighting him longer and so on, but I could equally have missed out on getting the adrenaline surge from being dunked in the swim, lost much more time from a blister in the shoes or even injured myself properly with another twist or trip. My place is a fair reflection of how much I was willing to race for it.