The Bike
The boy who cried wolf
Time: 01:44:38
The bike was almost a disaster before it even started! I still think I may be a bit rusty from not racing much, and, as I approached the mount line I realized I was still wearing my swin skin! The head referee spotted my panic and suggested I take it off and toss it to him...and absolute life-line but that definitely rattled me. Not the start I wanted.
Uncharacteristically, Blummenfelt had rolled straight to the front and pushed on to almost a minutes lead. He rode out unprotected and by himeslf for almost half the whole bike. I had hoped something like this would have happened as I had egged him on during an interview a few days before saying he never takes the race by the horns and always tends to follow. Bait taken!
The freight train that is Magnus Ditlev came rocketing past our main group at the 50km mark - eradicating the 90s deficit he had after the swim. Even though he had now hit the front of the race I still suspected he wasn't the same athltete we had seen at Roth a few short weeks ago.
I was surprised to see the French athlete Margirier with us at the end coming into T2 as he was keeping some very elite company! Dismounting our bikes together, it was myself, Margirier, Ditlev and Blummenfelt and the prospects of an epic run battle.