Decided to go for the race anyway since I have bought the ferry tix and booked the hotel room.
The check-in for bike was smooth; it will be transferred to the hotel directly and I didn’t need to worry about a thing. I was having headache throughout the ferry ride and was I glad to each the island. Upon reaching the hotel, we learnt that we need to pay to get to the Nirwana Gardens (I want to collect my pack and to go for briefing). It was S$25 per person per trip! I didn’t knew about it and we were advised that it would be more economical to purchase some combo thingy at around S$100 per pax! Siao! So, we decided to go for the briefing tomorrow and arrange for our own transport at S$24 per taxi. The hotel didn’t take the initiative to confirm our return ferry tix as well, unlike Nirwana Beach Club (we stayed there two weeks ago). All in all, we felt the whole saga was a real rip-off.
Sat. After a good complimentary brekky at the hotel, we packed our stuff and basically waited for time to pass before we proceeded to the race venue. It was quite intimidating as the participants all looked very fit and ‘seasoned’. You wondered if you were in an ‘ang mo’ country.
The race started. By about 200m into the swim, I was stung by jellyfish. So I have resigned to the fate that no matter what happens, there will be jellyfish, no point getting scared of them and giving up on the swim leg of the race. Then, the goggles fogged real bad and I couldn’t see clearly. Went off course so much and so often that a participant had to push me back ( I have since ditched the goggles at the end of the race). By the time I got up to go for my second round of the swim, I was feeling queasy and had cramps. Should I raise my hand to signal? But then decided against it and swam on. By this time, I was again stung by jellyfish. What the sheesh! I basically lost myself in the swim, alternating between frontcrawl and breaststroke, the latter becoming stronger. I was already exhausted.
By the time I got out of the water, it was already 41.27 min (eh, actually an improvement! Last Osim, it was 01:01:02!). Very very disappointing. I thought I did a good transition into the bike out (0:01:08). This time round, I was able to do everything systematically, without forgetting anything, unlike AVIVA (0:02:51). I took to the bike and it was a slope straight away. Spin! Spin! Hydrate! Hydrate! However, when I was into my 15km, I vomitted. I really was feeling very uncomfortable. Basically wanted to let the bike go onto the grassy patch and fall. Then as if God has answered my prayer, my front wheel went psst! Flat!
I didn’t bring any kit (although Nchan has always reminded me to bring =( ) and I told the personnel that I would withdraw. Hopped onto the vehicle and following the last girl on her bike. By the time I reached the transition area, most have already completed. I think I would also have completed if I was in good health condition and if all went well.
K was there, looking darn worried. He knew all along that I was not feeling well and had advised me not to race. But I just really wanted to give it a try. At least I have tried. Sorry to make you worry!
It didn’t feel good to DNF. Anyone is capable of completing a race; it is just a matter of time. But I have underestimated training, overestimated myself. I have become complacent. My weakest link is the swim leg and I really ought to be consistent in my swim class. I definitely fear swimming in the open sea and of jellyfish a
nd all the more I need to overcome them. I really ought to take care of my health and not race when I am still sick.
Sometimes, I ask myself why on earth would I be bothered about training and all these races. I can also do my own race, aka simulate a real one. But it is the joy of coming together especially if you have company to race together. I may not be racing like a real competitor but to do that together with friends would be nice? And to know how far you can go would be pretty good?
Anyway, I would like to go back again and do it and I must remember to just do a day trip. No point spending that much money on an overnight stay.
Sunday, a normal day again. But the mood is oh-so-moody. Even the glorious food presented before me wasn’t delicious. It just tasted ….. yucky.