>And to start 2010 we will be serving you, Madame, a large serving of .. humble pie!

>Hrmmm. Well. It had to happen. I’ve been in Boston training now for 5 weeks and, overall, things have gone very well. I’ve not been ill, I’ve not felt low, I’ve managed to get most of my training in. This despite all the upheaval in my schedule that Christmas time brings (there might be a type A in me somewhere after all?) and the fact that it has been unseasonably (but appropriately, I guess) cold and snowy and icy. Last year’s YakTrax and a degree of caution have dealt with most crises.

However. After a good week of training – I got all my workouts in, completed 1800 miles for 2009 (first year I’ve ever tracked my workouts to this extent), did my first duathlon (of which more later), I went out for 16 yesterday with 12M at racepace. As there was fresh snow on the ground I was a bit conservative on my pace – I find that I brace myself a bit when I’m on snow / ice so I can’t hit the faster paces – but nonetheless I warmed up for 2M and then did 5.5 faster miles. And then I ran into a friend who I hadn’t seen for years. I stopped to chat. And 20 minutes later, when I set off again, I was frozen. I had dressed myself to run in the cold – tights, long sleeved shirt and a wind-proof jacket. However, standing still for 20 minutes in the -2C temps had frozen my sweat onto my body (nice!) and I could not get warm. My hands were freezing and my body would not warm up. I ran another mile or so and then did what I have never done. I phoned my husband and asked him to come and pick me up. And I slowly jogged back down the road to meet him.

Yes I know. I had to stop because I was cold. I can’t quite believe I was that dumb though! I should have just waved and carried on! Anyway. There you go. Lesson from the dumb – don’t stop and chat when you’re all sweaty and it’s below freezing.

So – rewind to December 31st – my first duathlon. As you all know I bought a bike about a month ago. However, due to snow and ice and training for Boston, I have only ridden my bike three times since buying it so to say I was ill-prepared was understating it. However, I decided to up my chances of doing well in the ranking by bullying my best friend Dawn, who hasn’t run much since last October and hadn’t biked in about 18 years, to do it with me. On Adam’s mountain bike. I basically lured her with the carrot of 3 child-free hours in the car and the stick of a recent family Christmas crisis that had left me battered and in need of friendship and TLC. Dawn’s attitude to the whole day was comedy. We set off at 8am on our 1.5 ride to hilly Derbyshire, Dawn wearing an old pair of tracksuit bottoms (henceforth known as her comedy pants) and arrived at this sweet little village social club (a very English institution, almost completely died out, but in this little village STILL the centre of activity). The organiser, David Denton, organises masses of local races to raise money for a charity he runs in Kerala, India and the local population in Derbyshire is clearly very supportive. However, the local population in Derbyshire also happens to be incredibly fit. We turned up with our comedy pants and mountain bike to find everyone else had snagged the bike rack AND looked incredibly serious. We were the only two people without padded pants (and this may well be the only situation where you can say that is a bad thing). Top to toe lycra. All in one suits. Serious, very expensive bikes. Seriously skinny and muscly looking people. Which kind of deflated the tension – it all became about comedy pants for Dawn and I. The race started with a 2.5 mile out and back run – most of the runners were faster than I. (Dang! I had hoped I had some advantage!). Dawn and I high-fived at the turnaround. 2.5 miles in 20:13. Then I hopped onto my bike for a 9 mile bike ride. Oookay. As soon as I got onto my bike I realised I didn’t know how to work the gears. And a big hill was coming straight up! I powered up it and braked down the other side. This became the pattern, until I hit the 800m climb. Yes half a mile! With traffic zooming past us I was pedaling heavily but still overtaking people. As I overtook one rider he shouted out “Use your gears!”. Almost tearfully I shouted back “I don’t know how to!”. He started shouting at me which wheel the gears should be on and I could see the wheels on my gears but had no idea what to do. About 100m from the top I accidentally squeezed my brakes and my gear pedal at the same time and bingo – that’s how you switch gears. Ok. After that nasty hill I took it easy for the rest of the 9 miles cruising back into Milford (total bike time 42.46) and wedged my bike past all the folk who had already finished (sheesh!) and put my running shoes on for the final 2.5 mile run. At which point I realised I was starving. Famished! I had thought to bring a bottle of water but no food. I limped through the next 2.5 miles dreaming about jelly babies, and finished the last leg in 21:57. And just before coming in, I saw Dawn come running towards me, starting her last leg. I had been worrying about poor Dawn, out there riding a horrible hill in comedy pants on a mountain bike. Totally relieved, I grabbed a piece of toast to deal with my ravenous hunger and then I jogged out on the course to go and bring her in. We finished her race, bringing her in as number 42 of 44. I was 37 of 44 – but neither of us minded. I was thrilled to have done my first duathlon, and Dawn was thrilled to be alive. And to prove that she truly is my great friend, she like me had spotted the farm shop on our bike ride and so, as soon as we had loaded up the bikes, we drove to the farm shop where we pigged out on bacon sandwiches and bags of sweets which we ate till we felt sick on our home.

And so and so. A somewhat messy start to the New Year but nonetheless – it has started. I have an easier training week this week. And on Thursday, Adam and I head to Jackson Hole for 8 days of skiing. I cannot wait – I love to ski. But bearing in mind the running injury I sustained last time I skied – tight quads led to knee pain – I have decided to run on a treadmill while I’m out there AND treat myself to a massage. And I’ve booked an appointment with my osteopath as soon as I’m back. Training-wise, I built 2 extra weeks into my schedule so I could run off schedule while I was out there and take some days off when I return to deal with jet-lag.

Happy new year to all of you!


11 thoughts on “>And to start 2010 we will be serving you, Madame, a large serving of .. humble pie!

  1. >Happy New Year! And you are HILARIOUS, girlfriend. I want to do a duathlon… and I also do not know how to work the gears!Everyone needs a Dawn. 🙂

  2. >Skiing sounds like fun, I hope you have a great time! I like your "messy" start for the new year…at least it started! Happy New Year, Petra. Take pictures on your trip!

  3. >Hi,we did the Milford Duo too. You passed me going up the big hill when you had worked your gears out, I guess it was my mate Andy who was behind shouting 'use your gears'. It was great fun and we were the other non-professionals bringing up the rear (Hannah remembers you going back on the road to collect your friend)Having decided to write a running blog, I looked for inspiration on blogger and found yours!Happy new year, Jon & Hannah.

  4. >Happy New Year Petra!Your Dualthalon sounds really fun- good for you guys for going for it! Those kinds of things are always intimidating even if you have been training a lot, so I like that you just had fun with it. I was laughing at the Comedy Pants. Too funny!!Have fun in Wyoming! Such a beautiful place. I am sure I told you I have family near there, I never see them anymore but used to spend time there growing up. 🙂 I'm jealous of your trip! Have a great time and enjoy it!Lots of love, jen

  5. >Happy New Year to you, too, Petra! I couldn't help but crack up as I read about your duathlon. I think you burned extra calories from the lack of shifting.Whatever happened to the Polar Bear plunge on New Year's Day?

  6. >Yes Petra, we have to get together in Boston for sure! When are you arriving and leaving? Where are you staying? Thanks so much sweet friend for your encouraging comments on my blog! I needed the permission to flip flop and then BAIL if I need to. Hugs to you girl and thanks for your support!

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