What mattered was that neither of us thought doing one event should rule us out from doing the other. Why would it? She’s in training for Ultraman Australia (don’t even ask—it makes my events look trivial) and I’m headed off to Expedition Africa in a few months.
So that’s how we ended up spending our Saturday:
- cycling from Bowen Hills to Mt. Coot-tha, then
- time-trialling up Mt. Coot-tha as part of the Brisbane Coot-tha Burn, then
- cycling to Caboolture (bringing the total to 80 km), then
- running and walking in the six-hour event at the CHV Dusk to Dawn.
I was predictably dreadful in the Coot-tha Burn, but I did manage to finally meet the famous Jordana Blackman from Chicks Who Ride Bikes, and she was just as bubbly and intelligent as I'd expected—despite being hungover. I even recovered from death to the point I could answer some interview questions for the BrizTreadley podcast. (I recommend you listen to the whole thing as I'm not all that interesting, but my mother will want to know that I come in around 4:08.)
|Maurice (left) looks pro, whereas Susannah (right) and I (front) look like we're about to ride another 60 km|
Susannah was scheduled to compete half an hour after me, which meant she had no chance of catching me (which had been my greatest fear), so I'd originally planned to ride around the mountain and meet her at the bottom. But when I finished the interview, they opened the road to let our wave ride down…and how often do you get to descend Mt. Coot-tha without any car traffic? I zipped down at 57 km/h and didn’t regret a thing.
Well, not until I then had to ride up the other side of the mountain to meet Susannah. But it was still worth it. As we came back to the main T-junction with Mt Coot-tha Rd, I dropped my chain and she jammed her derailleur, but we survived and made it safely to the race village where she consumed something healthy (a salad) and I ate superfoods (a soft-serve ice-cream dipped in chocolate and sprinkles).
The rain dumped down on us as we headed to Caboolture, ruining yet another impractically pale-coloured jersey with ingrained road grime. That wasn’t a big deal for me, as I had a set of running clothes waiting for me in Susannah’s car, which she'd parked at Caboolture the previous day. But Susannah had decided to ride up in her running gear, and she was going to have very soggy feet. I’m not sure how she always manages to bring the rain; maybe it’s me. (Last time the rain washed that grinding noise right out of my rear hub, but I had no such luck this time around.)
Once we arrived we quickly sorted our bikes out, ducked out to buy some cold drinks and ice, and started getting organised for the run. For Susannah, this meant about 10 minutes of concentrated preparation and then some chill-out time, but I opted to fart about and chat to everyone for over an hour before frantically changing, laying out my gear and trotting to the start line.
|Catching up with my six-day race buddies Karen (left) and Annabel (right)|
(Photo by Dreamsport Photography)
- When my iPod started playing up, skipping tracks or reading their titles out loud, I walked an extra lap to fix it. I accomplished nothing—I think it may have been caused by sweat in my headphones, because it's working again now.
- When I drank Coke instead of taking a gel, I walked an extra lap to get the accompanying water down.
- When the timing didn’t update properly and I lost count of my laps, somewhere in the last hour, I ended up running two extra laps.
It was a magical night where I got to catch up with old friends, including David Waugh (who has been off the scene since forever!) and my six-day race buddies Annabel Hepworth and Karen Chan. I enjoyed my whole time out there, and felt fitter than I’d feared. I was delighted to have clocked 51.522 km. I was also delighted to stop, and glad I’d only signed up for the six-hour and not the full shebang.
But, most of all, I was glad to have a buddy who is always up for adventure. Thanks, Susannah!