Busselton 70.3 In Photos

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By David Martin

For my first year sitting on the sidelines at the Busselton 70.3 let me just say that being a spectator is not an easy job on so many fronts. Mainly not being able to be out there hurting and sweating with you all was the hardest part, well let’s just say it hurt not be be out there, so the only part missing was the sweating. Was there much sweating this year it was so darn cold the whole day. Maybe I did not miss much then!

You guys and gals all looked so strong out there on the course and it was wonderful to see so many smiling (some of the time) and happy (other times) faces. I managed to snap off a few hundred photos and have uploaded them in full camera resolution so feel free to copy and use these photos. If you were wearing the new or older Club Kit then you will certainly be in these images, if not and I recognised you or you stood out then you may also be in here. So here they are:

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Death Valley 2015

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Photos & Video: David Martin

It was near perfect weather, it was dark and early at the start but between 20-24 riders braved the Death Valley Challenge (we picked some up and dropped some off on the way out and back). Before we get a full write up of the day I thought I would publish the photos and video that I shot whilst I was driving the sag wagon. Unlike last year with 9 flats today I was only presented with 3 flats and one set of cleats that failed – easy. So check out the 134 photos and 5 min video below and enjoy:

Use the view album button and feel free to download and use these photos as you wish. For those that rode, well done, for those that did not, make sure you do this ride next time round.

Ironman From The Inside

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Story By: Mandy Hulbert

Photos: Mandy Hulbert

If you have ever been involved in the whole “Ironman experience” you will know that it is not just one day, where it is hoped that either you, or a loved one, or friend can reach the finish line in sub 17 hours. Ironman happens in the 20 weeks beforehand where, if you are like me, an “Iron-wife”, you take on all manner of jobs around your home whilst watching your loved one train for ridiculous hours and then promptly fall asleep straight after dinner. July roles on relentlessly through to mid November and countless social invitations are turned down. Suddenly it’s “taper time!” and you have a Sunday afternoon free to do what normal people do but you can’t quite remember what that was?? Your highly tuned athlete has too much time on their hands and is eating like a pack horse. Five days prior to race day it’s time to start packing and the front room begins to resemble the floor space at Total Triathlon. I’m not entirely sure why so many socks and hats need to be packed but I guess you can never have too many….

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The pilgrimage to Busso is a nervous drive and we always count the bikes on the back of cars to keep “Ironman” focused and allay the need for more than one wee stop. Turning onto the Tuart Drive bike course is where it becomes VERY real with the big LED road signs alerting everyone to the weekends race. Once in town you feel like you are in the “Ironman bubble” and it is ok to talk purely about Tri stuff – no one will be bored by it. You spend a small fortune in the merch tent and seem to bump into someone you know at every turn. Everyone is high on the anticipation and it is one of the most positive environments you can ever hope to experience. The next 48 hours or so are filled with checking in, weighing in, packing kit, re packing kit, etc etc and if you’re like us, managing to lock yourself out of your accommodation and inside the garage! We weren’t the only North Coasters to do this either. The welcome party comes and goes, the bike gets checked in on the Saturday afternoon after being polished within an inch of its carbon bones, being photographed by an official and probably hugged by its owner before spending their first night apart in months. Friends and supporters start to arrive in town ready for a great weekend away and you sadly announce you have to go to bed early….. again. Everything for the morning is laid out ready, the fridge is full of interesting potions in gel flasks and bidons and there are “post it” notes everywhere reminding you not to forget “this and that” when you get up at “stupid o’clock”. Then you go to sleep…..

Race morning is dark and still, transition is filled with lycra clad warriors pumping up tyres and visibly withdrawing into their own private head space. The portaloos are a popular destination and the anticipation of a long day ahead lingers everywhere. It is at this exact moment where the support crew take over, there is nothing else the athlete can do except race. The race commentators take to the microphones, wetsuits are zipped up, the anthem is played and we say our goodbyes on the sand. The sun rises and the helicopters buzz overhead as the first timers wave to the crowd on the jetty.

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And then it begins, 1900 pairs of arms and legs, in a swarm, enter the water. The sick feeling strangely disappears and everyone is in race mode. What happens over the next few hours is different for each individual and cannot be summed up in their entirety. I can say there are plenty of highs, a few tears, a massive feeling of “family” not only around the club tent but with every spectator you meet along the way who is waiting for just one small glimpse of their athlete. It’s amazing how uplifting it is just to be able to see your participant still smiling even if it’s for a mere moment after several hours of waiting. Walking out to the far end of the run course there are less smiles and lots of pain on view. This is not where the crowds are and the athletes are not having to put on a show out there. This is where the “pain cave” is. All you can do is support each and every person who passes by and this is what we do…. I will end by saying that the finish line is incredible. Every person is cheered home equally loudly whether they have a support crew or not. When your own Ironman enters the chute it’s like adding up all the best moments of your life and then injecting them into yourself simultaneously. I know this may sound over the top but don’t knock it til you’ve experienced it. Your athlete crosses the line and gets taken away from you again! You wait for what seems like ever to meet them with their medal and “inclusive shirt and towel” (you’ve paid a lot for that stuff!). The next morning you wake up way too early again, retrieve the bike and heaps of smelly equipment from transition and then catch up with other club friends at the roll down ceremony. Feeling physically and emotionally spent you then get ready for the after party where you are surrounded by what seems to be hundreds of limping but happy people. The rest is a secret, you had to be there.

November Sundowner

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Story By: Michelle Martin

Photos: David & Michelle Martin

Despite the lack of a result from the Interclub Championship Triathlon in Mandurah on Sunday, the North Coast Sundowner still went ahead as planned. With true good sportsmanship, our club spirit was not dampened and the atmosphere was joyous and relaxed with the main focus on farewelling our club’s swim coach Clare Whitehead who is sadly unable to continue coaching for North Coast in 2015 due to her family making the move to relocate to Margaret River in January.

Clare gave a heart-wrenching speech and revealed just how important the coaching of North Coast has been to her. Her connection to individual members and watching their swimming improve is clearly her passion and her humble words in saying goodbye were incredibly moving.  Clare was presented with a swim-themed cake, which was quickly gobbled up (chocolate of course), and a “blue bag” from Tiffanies containing a gift voucher from the club to thank her for her many years of commitment and service.

There were tears and laughter and the drinks from the bar were readily consumed as everyone settled into some serious socialising. With about 60 Members in attendance it was a relaxed and enjoyable afternoon spent admiring one another’s hairstyles (without a helmet) and outfits (other than lycra)! Take a moment to look through the photos.

Helen Vagnoni was also recognised for her Kona World Ironman Championship achievement in October and most of next week’s Ironman WA competitors came down too. Most of our club’s Ironman competitors have been training together in a dedicated Ironman training squad but for the rest of us, it has been sometime since some of us have seen them. This social occasion was a great opportunity to catch up, hear about their training progress, and to personally wish them luck for race week.

Thank you to the organisers of this social for providing free nibbles, and for organising Clare’s gifts. It was a big day for those of us that had also done the Interclub event but I can’t think of better way to spend a Sunday than with our club mates.

Underground Easter Run

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Another edition of the classic Easter Monday fun run, featuring 21, 17 and 10 km distances. Thanks to our host Dennis Tan, and all the great NCTC supporters.

TriWA awards function

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Each year a number of events on the Annual Calendar are awarded TWA State Series status. These events range in distance from short Sprint events up to the full Ironman distance. There are 12 Senior State Series events and 5 Junior State Series events for the 2012-2013 season. Points earned at these events will be used to calculate the Triathlete of the Year Awards, which are presented at the Annual Awards night at the end of the season.