Copy the text from the picture. Frankfurt last year was Rushteam's big yearly excursion, and brought many newbies and experimented iron wo men to the world of long distance. Very early. Despite a busy schedule with work and everything around, we registered as PROs and summed up a tad above k of swimming, k of biking and k of running over the first 7 months of They weren't all easy, I've seen ups and downs, FTP breakthroughs as well as blow-outs and painful plantar.
But there I was, on a warm Friday evening, lining up in the yacht resort serving as media center. PRO briefing and bib number pick up.
Around me only fit people, all eagerly awaiting the gun shot of Sunday morning. Not much to say for Saturday, an easy day mostly spent at home, one tab open on the tracker of the 5i50, the other on MeteoSchweiz. At 4pm we rack the bikes in transition zone, and get back home quickly. Dinner for 8, thank god friends and family are here for a relaxed atmosphere, because I'd be dying otherwise.
On Sunday morning once the bike is pumped up, the bags filled, the Garmin set up in racing mode, we get towards the start area. A few familiar faces wish me good luck, contrary to other races I think I might need some this time…. You're on the front line Everyone's watching You know it's serious we're getting closer.
Starting as a PRO means you get to compare to the very best only. While very cool, it's also some added pressure on a good result. The start line isn't very packed, yet as soon as the gun goes off there is no extra politeness. You gotta fight for your space, and while I can do that against the first guy next to me, when Ronnie pushes for some feet I'm not really armed to fight… and it's probably not worth the effort. After the first turn at the yellow buoy, I get sort of nauseous.
