10km Heddesheim, Germany
There we were. The girlfriend, the dog and me at a 10km race in Heddesheim in Germany.
8 laps of 1.250 metres with the planning that my girlfriend would toss me my bottle with sportsdrink every lap, I would do the swimming and the dog would guard our bags by licking and cuddling everbody to death that comes close.
Then there was this dude that works for the place where the race is: your dog needs to go. It is insanitary to have a dog here (go check the toilets dude, talking of insanitary), needs to go. Not being open to any reasoning that we drove 700km's to be there, that the dog isn't anywhere near the water, just sleeps on her rug and that I need my girlfriend for my support and that if the dog is going that my girlfriendhas to go as well. (because we cant leave the dog alone or in the car) The dude is of course officially right, but exceptions prove the rule.
Anyway, my girlfriend left with our dog. And with that I am on my own which sucks monkeyballs. Not being able to get somebody else to support me I decide to top up my carbs and fluids and hope for the best.
So, we start. First three laps I swim with this guy while the other 5 people (boys and girls) speeding ahead of us. Halfway lap four my swimming cap starts to irritate me and I hold a bit to get it back on the way it should be. With that, I loose connection with the other dude who finishes 7 minutes before me. Not being allowed to wear a watch and a race clock missing on the shore, I have no clue what my pace is and I'm pretty much in the dark.
Round six: everything is hurting and I see my girlfriend on the shore at the start of the 6th lap. Every start of every lap the temptation of stopping is HUGE. But I plow on trying to think of my technique and thinking "We did not drive 700km's to f*#$! quit!". I get cramps in both feet, but somehow manage to get rid of that.
Lap 8, the last one! Yay! I now swim on pure willpower, no clue I had so much of that. After the second-last buoy I realize I now need to swim to the red buoy, not the yellow one! No clue what my time will be, I just feel that I am hurting and that I am empty. Dipping deep into my fat reserves, carbs are overrated anyway.
I hit the finish canvas, roll over on my back and I immediatly get a major cramp in my right hamstring: woah! Better now than an hour earlier I guess. I ask the officials what my time is and it is 2:50 which I guess is okay without support on my first 10km.
Now I'm hurting. Muscles ache and lessons learned.