Sundays Stingy Tri - as reported by Patricia Weismantel (Trinerds)
It was an early 7 a.m. start to the Laem Mae Pim Olympic Triathlon on Sunday. Conditions looked perfect - the water was calm, the sun shining and it wasn't windy. After an informal briefing the swim was off with 60 some competitors taking the plunge into the Gulf of Thailand. It was two laps of a rectangle swim, and it didn't take long for the racers to realize the calm surface of the sea was deceptive as the danger lurked just below the surface in the form of jellyfish. There were diferent kinds, some spongy, some with long tentacles, but they all stung and burnt. Poor Pablo had one wrapped around his throat and had great difficulty breathing. He had to pull out of the race and today says he looks like "Freddie Krueger munching on a tennis ball." The rest carried on, whinging about their stings (at least I did) , to the 2 loops of the relatively flat bike ride alongside the sea.
Highlights included a sprinter riding a small wheeled bike, another on a rental complete with a ba sket and one rider having his own support truck following him. The run, also two in-and-out loops, was luckily primarily in the shade but had the challenge of inhaling smoke from the numerous food stalls grilling squid and meat. The water stop, when it appeared, was self-service at one stop and handed out by the winner of the sprint competition at the other (thanks!). A very casual race overall, a doctor on site would have been reassuring to Pablo, but it was a good warm up to Phuket.
Results from the Thai Triathlong Chamionships published http://www.thaitriathlon.org/event/detail/trr.htm Photos available at http://www.thaitriathlon.org/webboard/on/post1075.htm
Monday, November 27, 2006
Never Stop Exploring…..The Bangkok Challenge Adventure Race...
For those that are familiar with Bangkok, the thought that there might be something more than concrete, traffic noise and pollution within an hours drive of the city centre might come as quite a shock. It certainly surprised me when I arrived at a large and tranquil lake situated at the Minsiri Resort, Nong Chok, just to the North East of the ‘City of Angels’ which marked the start of the 2006 North Face Bangkok Challenge.
Things seem to on the up within the adventure racing scene in Thailand, with attendance slowly growing with every event. This event lured some 110 racers of all shapes, sizes and possible levels of experience to the start line. There was an air of apprehensive eagerness as various lotions were applied, equipment was adjusted and competitors took the last chance to guzzle some Gatorade and stock up with whatever fuel they could find before the big event.
The first moment of truth for many came with the pre race briefing, as Serge the race director quickly dropped into conversation that he expected the average team to be in around 7 hours.
7 hours!!! Perhaps we had all misheard through the confusion of conducting a briefing in 2 languages…but no there it was again - 7 hours or so for an ‘average’ team. I looked up at the sun now fully established in the sky and quickly downed an extra litre of water….Before we had a chance to feign a plausible injury and extract ourselves to the safety of the medical tent, we were penned in on our bikes for the start, 55 teams of 2, with the naive innocence of young children before Christmas…
In a scene reminiscent of the film ‘Max Max’ we were off in a cloud of dust with the spectators grabbing a fleeting glimpse of strange machines and bare limbs. True to form the race started at the pace of a much shorter event, did these people know something we didn’t?
Time quickly confirmed that they were in fact as clueless as we were; the course was a fascinating combination of shoe-eating muddy tracks, banks of rivers, rice paddies, planks of wood and a few traffic free roads passing through villages that looked trapped in time. These were scenes of a real rural Thailand, where subsistence faming is still the main way of life, despite being a mere stones throw from Bangkok.
Even with the inevitable couple of slow motion spills on the bike, the scenery and a degree of competitive camaraderie meant the 30K ride was a fairly pleasant experience.
Next onto a run section, after a very short road section, the trail disappeared into the rice paddies and remained firmly on small tracks and paths throughout its 8 km duration. The scenery was lovely, the locals friendly and the air was fresh, however the legs were now distinctly unimpressed and the mild autumn temperature that Thailand enjoys was reaching 33 degrees in the shade.. We were 2 hours into the race and still exploring..
The run exited out of the fields next to a small river or ‘Klong’ in Thai, where 2 man Kayaks were waiting for us. I thought what a lovely day for messing around on the river... My partner Chai thought lets catch up some time… we set off downstream agreeing to disagree on team tactics. The Kayak course keep the rural theme of the event, we scraped under numerous rickety wooden bridges and were cheered on by locals fishing from the banks and young children dive bombing from the side as we battled our way down the 2.5 Km course. Being much happier on dry land than water, I was glad to get out and get on with the course. Looking at my watch I registered a sinking feeling, we had been going for 2 ½ hours, perhaps not even half way yet!
Onto another run – having lived in Bangkok for a number of years I am used to the hamster wheel that is circuits around a city park. The cross country, multi terrain muddy trial running that I was experiencing on this race was, dare I say it, really enjoyable. One of the key elements of this sort of adventure race is that you never really know how far it is to the next stage; this lack of facts seems to even the field up as no one wants to risk racing off to find themselves with many hours still to go and the tanks on empty. Slow and steady are the watch words for every stage.
It was some time well into the 3rd hour of racing when we first mentioned the soon to become immortal words “are we nearly there yet?.” Time quickly provided the answer to this question and it was a firm NO.
32 minutes on this run section felt a lot longer but and we found our way back to our long abandoned bikes and just to be sure that we didn’t slow down to admire the scenery we were told we were now in first place.. a mere few minutes in front of the much experienced Team Kalae. Our only hope was that we should now be closer to the finish than the start... We pushed on with the next mountain biking section and after asking every marshal we passed for some clue on the location of the finish, the wide range of, some times amusing, answers that we received lead me to the conclusion that perhaps no one knew where the finish and we were perhaps the victims of some large scale practical joke or scientific experiment!
We passed through the 4th hour of racing with the heat, dehydration and length of the exertion starting to take its toll, Chai my team mate started to suffer legs cramps and my bike (or was it my knee?) started to make some worrying grinding noises. “ Are we nearly there yet?” an oft repeated phrase as we scanned the horizon for signs of the resort we had left many hours again.. nothing to be seen but rice paddies, fields and trees. We were ready to stop exploring now. Just as things couldn’t get much worse, we were passed by the chasing Team Kalae. Luckily for us they looking like they were re-enacting the retreat from Moscow rather than participating in an adventure race. After 4 ½ hours we rode over a hill to find the huge lake that we had left that morning stretching out in front of us, what a sight for sore legs..
With the mind partly recovered we rode hard around the lakeside track and back to the start/finish area, but Race Director, Serge had another surprise up his sleeve. Dumping the bike amongst the spectators and support crews we were directed down to the lakeside to don life jackets for 250 m swim across the lake to a waiting check point. The lead that had been so hard fought for on the mountain bikes quickly disappeared as we all splashed and clawed our way across the lake using a variety of styles unfamiliar to those with any experience of swimming. Team Kalae lead sunk somewhere in the middle of the lake and we exited back in the lead. All that remained was a 2.5 Km run back to the finish, those enjoying a quiet stroll by the river were surprised to find 2 muddy, bedraggled, sunburnt and fatigued individuals weaving down the road towards them on a final lunge towards the finish. Our final time 4hrs 50mins, although we often felt like it…we never stopped exploring!! What a great day.
The next race is the North Face River Kwai Trophy- March 20 2007 - http://www.riverkwaitrophy.com/
Things seem to on the up within the adventure racing scene in Thailand, with attendance slowly growing with every event. This event lured some 110 racers of all shapes, sizes and possible levels of experience to the start line. There was an air of apprehensive eagerness as various lotions were applied, equipment was adjusted and competitors took the last chance to guzzle some Gatorade and stock up with whatever fuel they could find before the big event.
The first moment of truth for many came with the pre race briefing, as Serge the race director quickly dropped into conversation that he expected the average team to be in around 7 hours.
7 hours!!! Perhaps we had all misheard through the confusion of conducting a briefing in 2 languages…but no there it was again - 7 hours or so for an ‘average’ team. I looked up at the sun now fully established in the sky and quickly downed an extra litre of water….Before we had a chance to feign a plausible injury and extract ourselves to the safety of the medical tent, we were penned in on our bikes for the start, 55 teams of 2, with the naive innocence of young children before Christmas…
In a scene reminiscent of the film ‘Max Max’ we were off in a cloud of dust with the spectators grabbing a fleeting glimpse of strange machines and bare limbs. True to form the race started at the pace of a much shorter event, did these people know something we didn’t?
Time quickly confirmed that they were in fact as clueless as we were; the course was a fascinating combination of shoe-eating muddy tracks, banks of rivers, rice paddies, planks of wood and a few traffic free roads passing through villages that looked trapped in time. These were scenes of a real rural Thailand, where subsistence faming is still the main way of life, despite being a mere stones throw from Bangkok.
Even with the inevitable couple of slow motion spills on the bike, the scenery and a degree of competitive camaraderie meant the 30K ride was a fairly pleasant experience.
Next onto a run section, after a very short road section, the trail disappeared into the rice paddies and remained firmly on small tracks and paths throughout its 8 km duration. The scenery was lovely, the locals friendly and the air was fresh, however the legs were now distinctly unimpressed and the mild autumn temperature that Thailand enjoys was reaching 33 degrees in the shade.. We were 2 hours into the race and still exploring..
The run exited out of the fields next to a small river or ‘Klong’ in Thai, where 2 man Kayaks were waiting for us. I thought what a lovely day for messing around on the river... My partner Chai thought lets catch up some time… we set off downstream agreeing to disagree on team tactics. The Kayak course keep the rural theme of the event, we scraped under numerous rickety wooden bridges and were cheered on by locals fishing from the banks and young children dive bombing from the side as we battled our way down the 2.5 Km course. Being much happier on dry land than water, I was glad to get out and get on with the course. Looking at my watch I registered a sinking feeling, we had been going for 2 ½ hours, perhaps not even half way yet!
Onto another run – having lived in Bangkok for a number of years I am used to the hamster wheel that is circuits around a city park. The cross country, multi terrain muddy trial running that I was experiencing on this race was, dare I say it, really enjoyable. One of the key elements of this sort of adventure race is that you never really know how far it is to the next stage; this lack of facts seems to even the field up as no one wants to risk racing off to find themselves with many hours still to go and the tanks on empty. Slow and steady are the watch words for every stage.
It was some time well into the 3rd hour of racing when we first mentioned the soon to become immortal words “are we nearly there yet?.” Time quickly provided the answer to this question and it was a firm NO.
32 minutes on this run section felt a lot longer but and we found our way back to our long abandoned bikes and just to be sure that we didn’t slow down to admire the scenery we were told we were now in first place.. a mere few minutes in front of the much experienced Team Kalae. Our only hope was that we should now be closer to the finish than the start... We pushed on with the next mountain biking section and after asking every marshal we passed for some clue on the location of the finish, the wide range of, some times amusing, answers that we received lead me to the conclusion that perhaps no one knew where the finish and we were perhaps the victims of some large scale practical joke or scientific experiment!
We passed through the 4th hour of racing with the heat, dehydration and length of the exertion starting to take its toll, Chai my team mate started to suffer legs cramps and my bike (or was it my knee?) started to make some worrying grinding noises. “ Are we nearly there yet?” an oft repeated phrase as we scanned the horizon for signs of the resort we had left many hours again.. nothing to be seen but rice paddies, fields and trees. We were ready to stop exploring now. Just as things couldn’t get much worse, we were passed by the chasing Team Kalae. Luckily for us they looking like they were re-enacting the retreat from Moscow rather than participating in an adventure race. After 4 ½ hours we rode over a hill to find the huge lake that we had left that morning stretching out in front of us, what a sight for sore legs..With the mind partly recovered we rode hard around the lakeside track and back to the start/finish area, but Race Director, Serge had another surprise up his sleeve. Dumping the bike amongst the spectators and support crews we were directed down to the lakeside to don life jackets for 250 m swim across the lake to a waiting check point. The lead that had been so hard fought for on the mountain bikes quickly disappeared as we all splashed and clawed our way across the lake using a variety of styles unfamiliar to those with any experience of swimming. Team Kalae lead sunk somewhere in the middle of the lake and we exited back in the lead. All that remained was a 2.5 Km run back to the finish, those enjoying a quiet stroll by the river were surprised to find 2 muddy, bedraggled, sunburnt and fatigued individuals weaving down the road towards them on a final lunge towards the finish. Our final time 4hrs 50mins, although we often felt like it…we never stopped exploring!! What a great day.
The next race is the North Face River Kwai Trophy- March 20 2007 - http://www.riverkwaitrophy.com/
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