Abu Dhabi, how exotic. When I heard about this race last year it definitely piqued my interest. The only down side was the race date, early March when I am usually still trying to find my training groove, and regain some fitness from too much down time. But I was excited to make the trip from Thailand, get in a race, and see my husband Chris whom I had not seen for over a month.

Mural from the Sheik Zayed Mosque- I just think it is pretty, and exotic
I must admit it was not the smoothest of pre-race prep. Chris was bringing my new 2010 Cervelo P4 bike, and on Friday when we had to check our gear into transition he was still missing in air space somewhere, instead of arriving Thursday night. So too much stress, not much sleep for a couple of days, and lots of “things you should not do prior to race day and race day” happened. I did finally wake up Friday morning and had a working bike that I would be able to race on. Thank you Chris, his specialty is putting together bikes at 3 am.
This is what I thought would happen- The morning of the race the camel taxi takes us from our tents to the start line, where in the middle of the desert there is a beautiful oasis, with a crystal clear lake. The gun goes off and we all dive in only to find that there is no water, just a mirage and we are all chewing on sand. I have had plenty of running in sand nightmares, so swimming in sand is no obstacle. Then we jump on our bikes, and head out along sand swept roads, past palaces and palm trees till we realize that the extra 20 km in 200 km is like going to the all you can eat buffet one too many times. We finish it off with a lovely run, where at the aid stations they serve figs, and pour strange brews out of golden flasks instead of paper cups.

In reality the 4:30 am bus took us from the Park Rotana 5 star hotel, to T1 and the swim start- not as exciting as a camel, but much more comfy. After a 30 minute delayed start the pro men went off, and we started 1 minute later. This definitely was a good dream swim for me, after the first 200 meters I looked around and realized I was right with the leaders which does not often happen. I sometimes have sluggish starts, and then spend at least a kilometer or two catching people. Not this time, I was excited to feel good, and settled behind Lucie Z, Julie Dibens and Leanda Cave for the remainder of the swim. A decent transition and I was onto the bike in third place.

Swim start race morning
The bike course was mostly highway, with a little stretch on a formula car racing track. I expected that perhaps I would have some company on the bike, but found myself alone for most the 200 km, which meant that I did a bit more thinking than I should have. I pedaled away, as best as I could, but every few minutes the little dervish in my head asked ” is this too fast?” and a few minutes later it would be ” is this fast enough? “. The 200 km flew by, and only felt and took as long as 180 km. This is where you realize how crazy ironman is, when you can say “only 180 km bike ride”.
I started off the run on legs that somehow were not connected to the rest of my body. Not sure where they got separated, if felt like a magician cut me in half. Not a bad feeling, just very odd. And soon enough my head was telling me I was going too fast, slow down, pace it smarter. But my legs didn’t get the message, until about 7 km, where they suddenly got all the messages at once, and started to cramp, very very badly. My quads were quivering, and I was at a standstill. Ok, this just went from a race, to survival. Made me think of the Marathon de Sables ultramarathon in the Sahara desert in Morocco- the rumour is they have only lost one competitor. A sand storm picked up, and the first rule is stay where you are an bunker down, don’t try to find your way in a sandstorm. Well one of the ultramarathoners didn’t know this, and kept running, and running, losing all sense of direction, and was never found again. Well, I was wishing for a sand storm right then and there, so that everyone would take a little mini break. But I was the only one standing still while everyone else was still in race mode. So the Abu Dhabi motto will not be “we only lost one” but rather “only one wished to be lost”. I shuffled, and shuffled, salt pills grinding between my teeth as I picked the longest stretch without an aid station to try and take a salt pill. Others flew by me like they were on magic carpets. The finish line finally did come around, but it was not a very exciting feeling finishing 10th, when I knew that I had undone my own race.

T2 the day before the race
I had some mixed feelings after the race, parts that went well, parts that I know I screwed up, but mainly just happy that my 2010 race season has finally kicked off. Plenty more race opportunities coming up. I am now back at training camp in Krabi, plugging away each day, and hopefully I will show up at the next start line stronger and smarter.