As I looked along the transition area in the Excel Centre it finally dawned on me that it really was time for the London Triathlon! I was disappointed last year as I had a priority fixture for the Talent Programme that meant although the boys were able to take part in this event on the Saturday the girls had a clash on the Sunday and had to be elsewhere. I remembered just two years ago watching the elite athletes doing the same as I was about to on TV… it was a little overwhelming!
The Centre was buzzing with people: supporters and athletes. Bikes were being racked and preparatory rituals taking place all around. As I walked down to the racking area – at the extreme end of the hall I realised how vast the place was. I also realised that with the help of all the marshals and signage I wasn’t going to get lost either! It is an extremely well organised, and deservedly World Class event.
I was prepared for the swim after Eaton and Blenheim: resolved to attack more at the start. As we were the first race of the day we didn’t have much of a hype-up by the crew, but we were all raring to go as we walked out to the announcer’s plaudits and the cheer of the assembled crowd out on the riverside. Boys and Girls assembled together at the start – bobbing about in the Thames – all with the same colour hats which I think lead the spectators not to notice that it was a mixed race at first.

The swim went well and I was soon climbing the pontoon. Although the derelict South Bank had seemed quite forbidding when I got in the water, conversely the ramp out seemed just as welcoming. I soon had my Aquasphere W-Racer wetsuit peeled off and into a plastic bag as I ran down the bank. T1 went well as I had my number belt under my wetsuit ready to go and I was soon out on my bike: getting down nice and low on the bars.
The bike phase was pretty flat with a few inclines and a technical first section, all went smoothly and I felt the benefit of a bit more air in my tyres! Into T2 I overtook one person and then passed another two on the run. My mum said that I was easy to spot in my Blue and White Pearl Izumi Tri Suit: as practically everyone else was a sea of black! I finished 6th girl home, but I have to say there was no one close in front or behind, so I was pleased that I did as well as I could, and even more pleased that I had a really good position: up from 9th last time!

Then it was everything back into the car and off to Manchester – Salford Quays to be precise for the National Biathle Champs. I think my mum and dad had been worried that I wouldn’t have the legs for the two events but after the buzz of the London Tri and a few hours sleep in transit I was raring to go again.
Biathle is part of the Modern Pentathlon programme and is what initially got me interested in Triathlon: its a run swim run – continuous. It appeals to all ages and some of the ‘Masters’ age group are in their 70’s. I was aware that I had some extra competition this year so I was wary of predicting an outright victory – I needn’t have worried! Despite swimming an extra 5 metres (I went a bit off-course – oops!) and nearly getting passed on the exit ramp from the Dock I had a storming transition and lead the run out by about 10 metres. I had a comfortable win and relaxed in to the finish.
Collecting my Gold medal I realised I was at last National Biathle Champion, though I may not be able to defend my title at the World Champs in Dubai later in the year. On the long journey home I reflected on a fantastic weekend – what it’s all about: competing and winning ! Just a few days to pack now before I’m off to Berlin for ten days training with the German Pentathletes: I’ll have to try and look out on TV while I’m away for some of my mates who are up at Crystal Palace for the Athletics Grand Prix: Then I have the IRC prep, Aquathlon and Europeans in Bulgaria: It’s that time of year again – “Have passport will travel!”


























