The Bracebridge Half Iron Distance Triathlon was the Provincial Long Course Championships and an ITU World Long Course Qualifier. A couple appealing prizes for many age-grouper’s, including myself.
The day started very early with a 4:40AM departure from Milton. I arrived, checked in, set-up transition, went for a warm-up run then began putting on my wetsuit. It was at this point the race director was informing us about the bike course. He mentioned lots of car traffic, lots of pot holes, and the rain that was expected but he also mentioned that he personally had marked the road with bright orange spray paint to where hazards were on the road. After that it was into the river for warm-up at about the same time the rain began to fall. It was a very friendly mass start and after the first buoy I was swimming in clear water. I exited 3rd and was off to transition, later to find out that the 2nd place person was only in the Swim-Bike race.
The bike portion was an out and back. As we headed out it was raining pretty hard however the further we got out-of-town the less it was coming down although the roads were very wet which made me a little hesitant. My plan was to take it easy for the first 10 minutes to let my HR settle and then to be conservative with my power numbers until the turnaround. I was determined to ride back into T2 fast with good strong power numbers (a training focus since Welland). Within the first section of the race I let a few competitors go by me, deciding to stick with my plan thinking I’ll either catch them or they are just faster than me. The discipline needed for a long day of racing. I was sitting in 5th spot at the first aid station about 30 km into the ride when I slowed to take a bottle when another competitor went by me. Very soon after the road turned nasty, lots of pot holes and turtle shells, with orange spray paint everywhere. Meanwhile the road was wet and was going up, down, turning left then right. I was patient, I got out of my aerobars, watched my numbers and settled in to get through it. And then it happened……
As I came around a downhill corner I saw a bike in the middle of the road and an athlete badly injured. This was one of those situations that life throws at you and you have to make an instant decision. There was no doubt in my mind what I had to do so I carefully slowed my bike down negotiating the wet bumpy roads. I jumped off my bike and began having flashbacks to my own crash, a year ago while training, and the horrible crash in Welland, a little over a month ago. Thankfully the person was conscious and I could talk to them. Covered mainly in road rash the only part that looked real bad was a laceration on their chin. I grabbed the bike from the middle of the road just before a car came by. The driver said he saw the police officer at the end of the road so he went back to notify them of our situation and then thankfully returned to tell us he did it. As time went by, I began getting worried, as the person was getting cold. We were very relieved when the race support car finally arrived. I knew it had been a while but was very disappointed to see after the race (from my bike computer) that it had taken over 20 minutes for help to arrive.
I made the decision to continue with my race. Back in the saddle I began pedaling to get myself warm. I decided that I could still meet my objectives during the bike portion as my PowerTap data would tell me what I needed to know not the official race results. After another 10 minute warm-up I settled in and began to ride through the field of racers. I passed many people and felt stronger and stronger as the race went on although the hard rain returned. I transitioned quickly and headed out for the run. My pace was consistent, nutrition was bang on, all the while a torrential downpour soaked everyone involved in the race. I finished with a smile on my face knowing that I put in a great effort and having the satisfaction that I was able to assist a fellow competitor who was in need.
I asked the race director the status of the racer but he didn’t know anything except that they were taken to the hospital. Later on, I saw the athlete, who had returned to the race site to collect their gear. With a lot of bumps, bruises, scrapes and 12 stitches in their chin, it looked like they were going to have a rough couple days but would probably be able to train and race again this year.
Once I arrived home and downloaded my PT data, I was able to deduct my actual bike time from my official time (a 21 minute difference). A gap that would have had me on the podium in third place and would have got me a spot for Worlds.
Much better than a 3rd place medal were two emails I received the next day, one from an athlete I coach, the other from my mom. Here they are:
“Just wanted to let you know that what you did today showed me what a wonderful caring human being you are! You stopped your race to help a fellow athlete who truly needed assistance! We all know you’re a wonderful coach and talented athlete but your action today just put you on top of the podium for me today! You did a very good deed today and should be very proud of yourself – I know I am! “Actions speak louder than words!” Thanks for everything that you do!’
“Congratulations on your performance yesterday JJ. Apart from that we are so proud of you stopping to help the other cyclist in distress. Competition is one thing but being a good humanitarian is another. When we put others before ourselves we reap back tenfold. Well done son!”
These emails mean more to me than any race splits, placing or medals. I know there will be other competitions and hopefully other opportunities to race and get a spot on the podium and/or qualify for a World Championships because I know if it was me that hit the deck I’d want someone to stop and stay with me too.
Safe and happy training.