So it's now 5 days since IM Mallorca and I've had a
little bit of time to reflect on the race so here are my thoughts...
Back in 2014 I decided after spending some 6 months going
out with and living amongst experienced Iron'men' and 'women' that I couldn't
be the odd one out so decided to enter IM Mallorca. A place close to my heart
after meeting Tom there on training camp in March and spending multiple
holidays with my family over the years- this had to be the one.
Arriving in Alcudia last Wednesday to pouring rain and
grey skies was not the glorious weather I was expecting but true to form the
sun came out and the sea glistened.
As race day approached I could feel my body 'preparing'
itself in a way I've not noticed before. Wanting extra sleeps, needing extra
food and then going to the loo more times than I could count on 1 hand
(sorry!). Whether this was to do with the horrid antibiotics I had been taking
for a recent tooth infection or just my body ridding itself and getting me to
race weight who knows but I was feeling ready.
I went out with a friend from my previous Tri club in
Nottingham to reccy the bike course and was feeling good. I also swam a bit of
the swim course and it felt like a warm bath so we thought it'd almost
definitely be non wetsuit. To our surprise at race briefing they announced it
was borderline so you could choose! After consulting Dr James Gill (master of
swimming and recent Kona qualifier) he said I should definitely wear my
wetsuit. So that I did.
Now I new that despite the run being my strongest
discipline it would be the toughest on the day. I wasn't wrong. A 4.5 lap
course makes for some real psychological battles. I made the most of walking
through each aid station soaking myself with sponges, ice cubes, cups of water
and taking on some sort of fluid/gel/fresh orange. I didn't set myself too much
of a target for the run other than try not to walk anywhere other than the aid
stations. I had no idea what my accumulative time was on my Garmin I just kept
looking at my 1k pace and felt happy that I was relatively comfortable. Besides
a couple of trips to the god forsaken soiled porter loos I didn't walk and ran
the entire marathon in 4.26 and crossed the finish line in 11.57.
As I met Tom in the athlete garden I burst into tears
with overwhelming emotion and felt so proud that I came here and achieved more
than we'd both hoped. On the walk back to collect my bike I swore I wouldn't do
another but sitting here writing this on the beach 2 days later I've already
decided which one I'm doing next!
For anyone reading this that hasn't done an Ironman,
contemplating doing one, feels it's beyond them then I challenge you to
accomplish something that I still can't quite believe. The Ironman mantra is
'anything is possible'. It really is if you put your heart and sole in it.
Thanks for all the messages of support and to Tom for
being there all day and helping me to keep going. It means the world.
Lauren.
Lauren Bradshaw MCSP BSc
Specialist Sports Physiotherapist
Progress Centre for Health & Performance Spire
Cambridge Lea Hospital
+447823881522