A different city with the same aim, 140.6 km. The only IM held in a capital city, Copenhagen is an amazing place to visit with fab sights and friendly people.
A panic 36 hours before departure because online hotel company cancelled our year old reservation, because I missed an email asking for up to date card details, led to a lesson learned at high cost. Finding another hotel at such short notice cost double so it pays to book early.
We landed in Copenhagen, pleased to see my bike (thanks again for the loan of the bike box Janet). The metro to the hotel was hassle free, clean and crows-free. After dumping the gear in the hotel, back on the metro across the city to register. The bike build didn’t go to plan, I thought a trip back across town to IM village and the bike tech was on the cards then I noticed the rear brake cable was unseated from the frame, once in position all was right with the world.
Saturday.. more sight seeing. I fell asleep at 10am at the bottom of the Church of our Saviour spire. “Ironman yeah right” Then racking in the afternoon…
Sunday… misty haze over the lagoon, a little warm up in the sea. For once I’m actually feeling relaxed and ready. Taking my slot in the queue about 1h 10m the shuffle forward didn’t take long and I’m in the gate listening to the beeps that gives me the go go go!
Run and dive; deciding to take the inside line for a change gave me some clearer water for the first kilometre. After the first turn, rhythm was hard to get into with bodies and jellyfish to contend with. Going off course and suffering cramp in my left calf just before the last turn 3.1km (well that’s what it said on the bridge I swam under). Righting myself the push for home seemed to take forever, grabbing an arm I hall myself out of the water…
Forgetting to press my watch I run in and out of transition like clock work…
Contain yourself; with city streets, coastal roads and undulating countryside with spectators lining the city street and families cheering from their gardens in the country side. I pushed hard when I could and eased back when I struggled but it was relatively uneventful until I had sight of the dismount line, I made the mistake of taking both hands of the handle bars, boy did I get a major telling off from the marshal, red face after apologising three times she turned her back on me so I ran for it.
This time I did remember to press my watch during my embarrassing moments at the dismount line. Another clock work transition.
Run for it; still embarrassed but feeling good I settled in to a steady pace my aim was to only walk through the feed stations. Taking a variety of nutrition as I ran I found that it was coke and tuc biscuits that kept me going, with a wet sponge down the back of the neck I kept going. The course had some wonderful sights, Nyhaven, some beautiful fountains and the statue of the mermaid but four times past her I hadn’t seen a hair on her head, that said I’m busy collecting bands again, four this year. I realised at 10.5 hours if I pushed harder I might make the 11.5 hour finish line. So I pushed on and completed my second ironman; it’s still a buzz!
Proud in my t-shirt; breakfast with finishers t-shirt on then more sight seeing with my finishers t-shirt on, had to see the mermaid. Everybody else that I saw with a finishers shirt on seemed to be walking much better than I was.
To some up, it was a fab race in an iconic city.