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Yvonne wanted dead or alive!

Saturday, May 24th, 2008

Bravissimo Massimo!

Forgive me to start my race report with the guys. Not only because the Italian gigolo was the fastest on Ironman 70.3 in St.Polten, but also very handsome and just my type. (Both in loooking and as an athlete) He is a bad swimmer, quite good in cycling and a killer runner! (we have already so much in common! :-) )

As a former cyclist he has potential. Hmmm. Can we take Italian guys into the team to lift up the spirit and work ethic of the girls, like me?

Ok, let´s continue with the chick´s race. You can understans as last year´s winner and this year´s second placed girl I am less excited about the female champion…

Yvonne and me (as former duathletes) we have some decent years back together ( I mean against each-other).

Our relationships is very steady and honest: if I beat her-she does not talk to me, if she beat me than I do not talk to her….as there is no third way because we definitely will not finish any race with hand in hands-it will be like this forever…

I got the first adrenalin shock 10 minutes before the start gun: I ripped off the zip of my pinkish panther suit (by accident!) Wowww…a V-neck down till my belly button, it was gonna be a bonus track to the spectators! Bad news for the picture collectors, I managed to have a top under the suit so…not so excited, but a smack to the aerodynamics.

We lined up on the pontoon. Yvonne took the very spot right behind me, it was the biggest compliment about my swimming so far! :-) Well, I did the job for her-I pulled straight our little gruop in the first lake. Yes, there was a second lake too, after 200-300 meters wetsuit running. Luckily someone took over my charge so I managed to swim 1 minute faster than last year.

The riding was kind of tactical-soon the first 5 girls jammed together caused almost a drama for me on the narrow downhill section- the media and refrees with full apparent wanted to record the action, so I almost crashed into one of them.

Well, the race and Yvonne VV went away on the long uphill section! Poor me, my climbing reputation is spoiled…

I got 1 and half minute into T2 from the leading 2 girls. I felt ok on the running but the Dutch girl still made more time on me so I got to go for the second place, and the German girl still did not give it easy, but she had to :-)

I knew I was not in top shape but still a bit sad to break my winning series…

My next meeting with YVV is in Roth, where she is the defending champion and where Team TBB is start with 3 girls. Hillary, Belinda and me (it is not a relay team, but we certainly would have some chances in this order! :-) )

I am thinking to having a new Xterra wetsuit there (is anybody from Xterra wetsuit reading this?)-the VENDETTA! Because I like to give names to my actions…

Dear Yvonne, if you read this, you are wanted, dead or alive!

My best paid brick

Monday, May 19th, 2008

I had many good reasons to take part on the Hungarian Middle distance Triathlon Champs.

Besides doing strong brick training and I also wanted to show up with my pretty bike and wheel set, demonstrating I am still ‘real’ and Hungarian by my heart.

I save you going too excited about the result, I won it easily however I generated some surprise, so probably I am still considered as not “real” (normal).

Let’s start with the beginning when I put my rocket into T1: my funny seat got already some attention by it’s name: ISM. It is the signal of the highly criticized Hungarian Sport Ministry. Not cool even to sit on it….

Before jumping into the water, I want to warn you about Hungarian races: they could be funny.

The swim course was already funny….

Imagine a small lake with a labyrinth, marked with pool lanes. It was quite clear from outside, from the bird-view.

Starting in waves into the one-way course, I got a confident start with a bunch of Hungarian girls. I was very excited and lactic swimming with the first small group (with those who were faster last year) when we lost track.

When a bunch of girl get confused and making wrong decision- you can be sure- it because of boys! We faced with some guys swimming in our direction on the one-way course….so our front girl turned direction crossing the lane…I was pretty sure we are going the wrong way but I was too determined to keep with the front group and a bit coward to swim against the “current”.

(Same in life, many times I am just following the mass- knowing we are on the wrong direction- because I am tired of going alone even if it is the right way…lesson to learn, stick to your right even when everybody else would think different)

So I followed them with less enthusiasm into the “dead end”. Little panic, then I told them to follow me and I took them back into the right direction making some short cut…. I was sure about our DQs, but with the mess, nobody realized that some competitors finished the swimming by an alternative way.

We lost only a little time thanks to me. It would be the main point of the race for me-practice the open water swim in wetsuit, pity it turned into orientation swim.

On the 4 laps bike course the chaos continued. Thanks to the narrow out and back course it became “Tour de Hongrie”, a draft fest. I did not mind it- I cut my way trough riders and cars like knife the butter.

I also wanted to try out some nutrition ideas of mine. One of them was removing the wraps of bars before the race -because throw away trashes is forbidden (not in Hungary yet). I formed some neat Powerballs what is melted down with the rest of the countain of my little frame bag.

My fellow competitors -sticking to my wheel- were shocked to see me sucking the air cartridge…as feeding myself :-)

Sometimes forgetting about myself at the aid station I asked for water saying “water please!” While I am only could dream and count in Hungarian, my competition language became English?!

I had a comfortable lead into the run so I was “jogging” the half marathon while I entertained others in and outside of the course.

I wanted to save my pretty legs for the next and NEXT weekend when I will toe to the start water-line on Ironman 70.3 in Austrian and Switzerland.

The high-light of the day was the prize giving. In Hungary it is always fun.

Beside some good old Hungarian forint -as a pocket money- we used to get some surprise- presents as well. In the past I got already wild-pig skin, marble table, sugar -equals to my weight (the public scaling was quite embarrassing). This year I was surprised with a free rental of a caravan.

Cool! I was considering to take it to Leysin but I could not see myself driving a caravan up and down in the Swiss mountains with a mobile toilet inside…

Further adventures of this ‘unreal’ creature is coming soon when I will facing some more crazy girls.

Au revoir!