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Tre-X Off-Road Duathlon

Early morning quiet before a fantastic day out

I’ve been looking forward to the Tre-X Off-Road Duathlon for weeks and it certainly didn’t disappoint. Everything about the event was first class; from the friendly In2Adventure organisers who greeted us at registration to the course.

My bike set up in transition pre-race

I turned up to the race early so got a good spot in transition. I left my hydropack on my bike so that I could have hands-free water during the 20km mountain bike leg. The bike didn’t stay that clean for long.

The course was clearly signed

I entered the long course event, which started with a 6km trail run. All the age-group men started together in the 9:33am wave. There was a lot of mud on the first corner of the course and we all tried to avoid it, jumping from side-to-side to keep our feet clean and dry. Looking back, it is almost comical to think about it because we all knew the course was going to be muddy but still tried in vain to start out staying clean.

We had our first water crossing about 300m into the run. Some people tried to jump the water or run around the edges but I just plunged straight in. The whole run course was a combination of mud and water. Early in the first lap I lost my shoe to mud suction, which caused a volley of laughter from the runners behind me when I went back to collect it. Not long after the suction mud we had to run about 300m through a thigh-deep creek of icy cold water. It was terrific.

I don’t yet know my time for the first 6km run but I won’t be surprised if it’s relatively slow given the course. In addition to lengthy sections of suction mud and water, we also had to run along slippery mud sections and up heart-break hill, which was long and slippery. There were a few slippery corners where people fell over, making me think of skittles being hit by a bowling ball. We had to complete two laps of the 3km circuit so we had to go through each challenge twice in the first run leg.

Post-race mud

The 18km bike leg was made up of two tough 9km circuits. The first section of the bike leg lulled me into a false sense of security as we rode along relatively flat double wheel tracks. That didn’t last long; within no time I was struggling down a steep, winding and bouncy single track. Without suspension I really rattled around and my arms got a good workout. Things just got tougher when the track started to climb back up to the top of the double vehicle track, switching back on itself repeatedly. I had to walk a lot of the climb because it was too steep for my skills.

Up on the double vehicle track I flew along again, throwing caution to the wind as I descended the trail. I soon found myself back on tough muddy sections of single track that took all the concentration I could muster. I was starting to feel the first signs of fuel deficiency so sucked down a Hammer Nutrition gel we’d been given by the race directors. While it didn’t hit me as hard as the PowerBar gels do, it tasted good and seemed to be just enough to get me through the rest of the race.

Like the run course, the bike course had a heavy dose of mud and creek crossings. There were a few thrills and spills around the course, mostly innocuous.

I fell off and collected some mud in my pedals

At about 17km I let myself feel good about having stayed upright for the bike course (though I’d had a few close moments) so I took a downhill quickly to get speed for the final hill to transition. I hit the mud at the bottom of the hill, tried to turn smoothly through the corner and skidded out in a manner that would have made a cyclocross cyclist proud. It was funny and I was soon back on my feet running up the hill pushing my bike with grass sticking out of my helmet.

These road-style tyres didn’t make cycling easy

The long course race finished with one final lap of the 3km run course. My legs were hurting so I just cruised the first half of the run, negotiating the suction mud and section of creek. By the time I got to heart break hill I had caught up with two other men and found some extra power to get past them. I kept picking up my pace for the final kilometre to the finish.

The finish chute was one last tough uphill battle

I’ll share my time and placing once the results are released in the coming days. But ultimately that isn’t important. I had a fantastic time racing the Tre-X Off-Road Duathlon and highly recommend it to anyone looking for a bit of adventure.


  • 6km run – 33:45
  • 20km MTB – 1:33:27
  • 3km run – 17:57
  • TOTAL – 2:25:09

Byron Bay Triathlon preparation week 3

This week is the third week of my Byron Bay Triathlon preparation. I’ve been quite disciplined at following the training program that I downloaded from the Triathlete Europe website. The program is split into four 3-week sets, which focus on speed, strength, race-specific preparation and tapering. Each 3-week set is split into two hard weeks followed by a recovery week.

I’m currently in the recovery week for phase 1 (speed). I found the first two weeks incredibly tough because I was stepping up from training 5-6 times a week to training 8-10 times a week at a much higher intensity than I had been used to.


Before I started the program I was swimming sporadically (I only did 4 swim sessions between December 5 and February 18). When I did swim I was only swimming about 1km, with at least half my sessions being breast stroke. I didn’t do any speed work, kick board or pull buoy training. It’s quite shocking really that I swam 20:45 for my 1,500m at Kingscliff Triathlon.

Under the training program I am swimming three mornings a week. My sessions range from 1.5km to 2km. I am now doing a structured warm up, main set and cool down. Many of my sessions include speed work, kicking, pull buoy or all three. I’m actually using the timing clock at the pool now to limit my rests between repeats and, sometimes, to time my speed. I am feeling strong and confident in the water, and will be starting my last two races of the season at the front of the swim start rather than all the way out at the back.


Before starting the training program I was cycling once or twice a week. Most sessions were just social rides with either my mum or my running friends. I was riding 25 – 40km at about 22 – 26kph with the odd 27 – 30kph effort thrown in for good measure. My race speed at Kingscliff was 34kph, which is astounding given the training – I think I really brought it on the day.

Under the training program I am cycling 2-3 times a week. My sessions are much more structured, including time trials and hill work. As the training program progresses the time spent cycling at higher intensities will increase. I am enjoying the hard bike work and can feel a significant difference in both my strength and speed. I am finding that my warm ups and cool downs are faster than my training rides used to be (that being said, I never used to do warm ups and cool downs).


Before starting the program I spent most of my training time running. I joined the Brisbane Bayside Runners and Walkers in about August last year and found myself enjoying their company a little too much for a triathlete. But while I was running quite a few miles, they were also relatively slow. The great thing was that I went from struggling to complete a 5km training run to knowing I can run any distance I choose if I pace myself appropriately. But my speed suffered (I ran a 54 minute 10km at Kingscliff).

Under the training program I am running 3-4 sessions a week. The training is structured and focused on increasing my 10km pace, which is what I need for triathlon. For the first few weeks I was still going to parkour training, which I included as my weekly speed running session (we run 5-7km at parkour plus activities). However, in the coming months I might be knuckling down to focus more on triathlon training and leaving parkour until my partner’s days off change again (she’s currently off work on Thursday and Friday, which means I like to be home with her on Thursdays). While I miss my running friends I know the absence is temporary and that I am on the verge of a significant running breakthrough that will probably come in the next two phases of the program, which include more hard training at race pace. I know I’m about to go from running 6min/km pace to 4:30min/km pace over 10km, and that I’m about to crack the point where I can confidently set off on a 30-50km trail run and pace myself to return home safely (even if at 7:00 – 8:00min/km pace).

Adaptations to the training plan

I have made some slight adaptations to the training plan to make it better suit my lifestyle.

  • I do not train on Sundays unless I have an event. I have learned that my body and soul need a day off every week. I need a day for my garden, for my family and friends, and for my body to recuperate from the effort of the week. I am pushing myself quite hard when I do train and I don’t want to injury myself or become ill.
  • I also do some of my running on trails and will be doing some of my cycling on my MTB. Being in the bush is food for my soul and I prefer it to pounding or rolling along the pavement. Also, after the Byron Bay Triathlon on 12 May, all my events (starting from 20 May) will be off-road until at least April 2013. So it’s good fro me to start mixing my preparation to finish this road season strong and have some sort of base for my off-road future.
  • I have been doing basic strength exercises most nights while I’ve been watching television. I just do plank, push ups or crunches during add breaks. I don’t enjoy strength work and hate going to the gym but this is one way that I can manage to squeeze it in without feeling like I’m ‘doing strength’.


I’m confident that the new training program will do wonders for me. I’ve already noticed some changes in my body – my arms and chest are more muscular from the swimming and strength work. The last bits of belly I had have disappeared though I am definitely no Ryan Gosling and doubt I’ll ever have a six-pack (I like food too much). I feel more confident about entering different types of events, such as the Adventure Race Australia (20 May), Dawn Attack AR (September) and the 50km Washpool World Heritage Ultra Trail Run (October). And I think I’m going to really have a good crack at breaking 2:15 for the Byron Bay Olympic Distance Triathlon.

I do admit, though, that I’m excited about this week being a recovery week ūüėČ


Trail running Cunningham’s Gap

Cunningham's Gap (lowest point), Mt Cordeux (right of the Gap), Bare Rock (far right)

My training program listed today’s training as a 13km run with the last 1.5km at 10km pace. Last night I was telling my partner that I really wanted to hit the bush rather than having to do my run along the same old roads and she simply asked “why don’t you?”. So I did. I got up at 4:30am to ride my motorbike two hours to the top of Cunningham’s Gap and run the 12km return trail past Mt Cordeux and on to Bare Rock. On the way up to The Gap I took the above photo to show you today’s running grounds. Sorry that it’s a little out of focus, I only had my mobile phone with me.

View south from Mt Cordeux track

I was cold after my motorbike ride, the temperature up on the Scenic Rim is always a lot cooler than it is down at my home near the coast. The GPS showed that it was 15’C – perfect for running. I set off up the trail and soon realised that I had bitten off quite a bit more than I had anticipated. It’s been a long time since I walked at Cunningham’s Gap and I had clearly forgotten how steep and rocky the terrain is (though logic dictates that I should have anticipated it – The Gap is one of only two passes crossing the steep mountain range west of Brisbane).

I ran my first kilometre at 7:05 pace, which I thought was excellent for a trail that climbed steeply and included many rock gardens and mud patches. The second was much slower (10:04) because my legs and lungs were burning, and the ball of my left foot was giving me trouble. I think I also got a bit overwhelmed by the idea of trail running on an bushwalking trail on such an isolated mountain range. However, by the end of the third kilometre (9:45) I started to settle into the bush and to really enjoy myself. I took the photo above somewhere during the second or third kilometre.

Mt Cordeaux lookout (south)

Mt Cordeaux lookout (north)

The view from Mt Cordeaux was stunning. I took a few moments to drink it in and use it to fuel both my legs and my soul. This is why I am falling in love with trail running and why I want to break into adventure racing – for the wilderness and the views that come with it.

Mt Cordeaux

Overgrown trail around Mt Cordeux summit

My fourth kilometre included a stunning view back at Mt Cordeaux from a narrow rocky ridge that connects that mountain with the Bare Rock section of trail. I must have felt good because I ran this kilometre at 7:03, not bad given the rugged terrain and overgrown trail.

View north from Bare Rock

After a short respite, the trail started to climb again until I reached the Bare Rock lookout. I ran kilometre 5 at 8:40 pace and then kilometre 6, which included a rough scramble up and down Bare Rock lookout, at 9:55. I had climbed from 773m elevation to 1,168m elevation in 5.8km. While it’s not exactly Mt Everest the consistent climbing was new to me and I definitely need to work on it more.

The run back to the carpark was amazing. After reaching Bare Rock I realised that I am capable to tackling the bushwalking trails in our national parks and mountains. While it seems silly to think I was uncertain about my plans to run out here, it seems somehow different to running trails in my local bush where I am just a few minutes from civilisation. The exposure of being on hiking trails and all the warning signs about how you need to be prepared certainly affected my mental state this morning. So reaching Bare Rock and not giving in was important.

Loving the run

The run back to my motorbike was amazing! Not only because it was downhill but because I felt strong, confident and optimistic about making this type of trail run a regular event. I ran my kilometres back to the car at: 7:16 (I had to walk through some stinging nettle), 6:40, 6:28, 7:44 (I had to take it easy on a steep narrow stair section), 7:02 and 6:29,

The indicative time for the trail is 5:30 for walkers. I completed it in 1:34:44 at an average pace of 7:50min/km. It’s a fantastic starting point and confidence booster as I continue to train to move into adventure racing and off-road triathlon from next season. I also think it was a really good tough session to assist in my preparation for the Byron Bay Triathlon in 9 weeks today.

My new shoes are now worn in

If you are getting bored with running on the road, let me encourage you to explore your local hiking trails. You don’t need any special equipment except a way to carry your water. I ran the trail in a cheap pair of Pumas, which held up perfectly well despite not being trail running shoes.

Total: 12.09km @ 7:50 pace

Night trail run

Geared up for this year's first night run on the trail

I have one of those days today at work where I just feel tired and lackluster. I feel run down, tired and a bit light headed. Probably both because my diet hasn’t been quite right the past week (too much sugar) and my partner’s working late shift (not enough sleep). So I ride my motorbike home the long way home over West Mount Cotton Road to get some inspiration. While I am out on the bike I decide I need a trail run.

After feeding the kittens I pull on my skins and a sweat wicking shirt (that definitely no longer protects against stink), fill my Camelback, grab my GPS, pull on my running shoes, put my headlight on and head out the door. I have to take Mum’s ute to the shop tomorrow for a repair so I decide to run the 7km trail run to her place to pick it up.


No way were my feet staying dry. Check out the reflections.

As I run through the grass field I try to keep my feet dry but it proves pointless – there is no way around some of the puddles so I just plough straight through. While my feet get wet, the reflections of the clouds in the puddles are beautiful. I must have started out on my run at just the right time to catch them.

Early in my run I had to climb a fire trail up a steep hill. It’s hard going and I have to walk a short part of the hill before sucking it up and continuing to run up it. I literally pat myself on the back – it’s a silly little habit I started when I was in primary school. Before my first cross country run at school the teacher told us something about patting ourselves on the back and I took it literally (I was only 5 years old). Ever since then I’ve given myself an over-the-shoulder pat on my back when I achieve something difficult while running. Don’t laugh – haha.

Time to turn on the headlight

Darkness descends as I drop down the Grass Trees track; I turn on my headlight. Within 5 minutes the last rays of sunlight fade as drops of rain start to fall on me. The rain drops look funny by the light of my headlamp.

The bush is peaceful now that it’s plunged in darkness. I can barely see beyond the edges of the trail so my whole being is focused on putting one foot in front of the other and on being present on the trail. The air is still thick with humidity and I stink from sweat but it doesn’t matter because there’s no one else out here to smell me. The only other living creatures I see are toads, frogs and those tiny ground-dwelling spiders with bright blue eyes. I’m glad I hit the trail tonight.

I’ve decided that I’ll do one of my run sessions on the trails every week to help prepare for the Adventure Race Australia, which is the week after Byron Bay Triathlon and also because the reality is that next season I’ll be focusing all my race efforts off-road. The trail running is also good preparation for Tough Mudder, particularly given the many almost unrunnable hills in Bayview, which challenge every muscle fibre in my legs.

Total: 7.0km @ 6:06 pace

Off-road brick

It happens quite by accident. I decide to ride my mountain bike to running training and end up doing an off-road brick session. It’s my first brick since the start of the road triathlon season and I find myself thoroughly enjoying it.

It’s still dark when I leave home for the 5.35km along both sealed and gravel roads to meet my running friends at the trail head. I haven’t needed lights on my bike since I started triathlon last year so I get some duct tape and use that to strap a flashing red light to the back of my seat post and a bright white light to my handlebars. It’s not the world’s prettiest set up but it works a treat.

The morning peak hasn’t quite started yet but there’s still light traffic on the roads, which are speed limited at 80kph. Given the darkness, the lack of shoulder and the high speed limit in this area I am shocked and disgusted to see a road cyclist ahead of me without any tail light or reflector. I figure he must not know his light isn’t working so I call out to him four times, including calling out “CYCLIST!” in my loudest voice. He ignores me. I work hard on my old MTB without toe clips or clipless pedals to catch up to him to let him know his light isn’t working: I’d want someone to do that for me if I was invisible on the road.

“Oh yeah. My lights smashed a few months ago.” the candidate for the Darwin Awards tells me nonchalantly. I tell him that he’s pretty much totally invisible and that it won’t take long until he’s killed. He just mumbles “thanks mate” and keeps going. It makes me irate to see this guy on a $2,000 racing bike wearing full cycling kit who didn’t seem to care that he is a risk to himself and others by being invisible on the road (his jersey was black with white bits – not exactly highly visible). All because he doesn’t want to go to KMart and pay $25 for a basic set of bike lights (that’s a full set – seems cheap to me).

I fly past him and keep ahead of him for a ways until he gets all testosterone filled and decides he should probably not be overtaken by a bloke in running shoes on an old clunker. Perhaps my muttering that he was a *insert expletive starting with w* might have set him off too but I can’t stand invisible cyclists.

Rant over, I arrived at the trail head to meet my running friends in plenty of time. Six of us set off on a 40 minute trot down the trails. Within about 5 minutes we had split into two groups of 3, each running at a different pace. I went with the quicker pair, enjoying my first run in days. We ended up running 6.78km at 6:06 pace, which felt just right for the terrain and humid conditions. I enjoyed being in the bush and chatting away with Leanne and Craig.

After our run I set off on my mountain bike to map some more bush trails. I found heaps of single track near the trail head, ranging from rocky climbing tracks with log obstacles to sweeping smooth sandy trails with almost no technical elements. I’m definitely still at the ‘almost no technical elements’ stage but persisted with the more technical trails in the interest of mapping them. I enjoyed a solid 90 minutes playing around on my bike. The only sounds were the birds waking up in the trees, the cables on my bike clattering against the frame, and my tyres hitting rocks and tree roots. There were no other voices and I couldn’t hear the cars anymore once I got deeper into the bush. The air smelled of the start of cross country season – that time of year when the last summer heat sneakily fills the air with sticky humidity before the cooler months start in May. This smell will stay around now for the next few months, inspiring me with memories of my high school cross country days.

By the time I get home I stink with sweat and my legs are covered in mud. It’s been a fun morning.


MTB along roads to running training: 5.35km @ 24.6kph (flat pedals with running shoes)

Trail run: 6.78km @ 6:06 pace

MTB: 10.57km @ 9.2kph average moving speed (7.2kph actual average allowing time to make notes for trail mapping)


Hooked on the MTB

Smooth flowing single track

With smooth flowing single track like this to enjoy, it’s little wonder that I’m currently getting hooked on my MTB rides.

It’s a glorious morning and I am in two minds whether to have a good road cycle hit out or to continue mapping Bayview Conservation Park on my MTB. I have an Olympic Distance triathlon race on Sunday morning at Kingscliff so know that I really should have a road session but my heart demands to hit the bush. As is often the case, I listen to my heart.

I start by riding the fire trails down to the bridge where I left off with mapping on Sunday afternoon. While I’m down there I find a new single track that I’ve not ridden before. It’s only a few hundred metres long but still delightful. I ride up to the top of the hill and turn right down towards the Carbrook side of the bush.

I know there is a network of trails on the far side of the bush that I’ve not explored since I was a teenager. On my last visit down there (almost 20 years ago) my sister and I were riding horses when we stumbled upon a drug camp. Men came out of the camp pointing rifles at us and threatening to shoot us if we ever went down near that part of the bush again. Needless to say, we stayed well away from those trails. It wasn’t until late last year when I was running with the BRW club that I went back down those trails. I knew the drug camp was gone because I’d seen it in the news about 10 years ago but still – it was disconcerting to know that I’d been chased by men with guns.

Bush sunrise

The only drama this morning is the sun rising through the trees casting a stunning golden light. I enjoy the sight for a few moments before continuing on my way. I ride a few fire trails and single track for almost an hour before I realise that I really need to go home and get ready for work. I make notes of every major creek crossing and intersection, measuring the distances between each for reference later. These distances will be helpful when measuring trail running training routes.

Plenty of creeks

We’ve had some heavy rain the past few weeks (it is February after-all) and the creeks are all flowing. There’s really one creek system in the bushland, Serpentine Creek. It has many tributaries and they all lead into the Logan River swamps, which spread for about half a kilometre on this northern side of the river. The only problem with all this water is the mosquitoes. But they don’t bother me too much if I keep moving.

My Garmin Edge 800 getting a workout

I’m using a Garmin Edge 800 to map the bushland. It has all the usual features of speed, distance, calories etc with the added bonus of a map screen. This means I can see which trails I have covered and can get a sense of whether tracks will double back on each other or link up. It helps me identify the most logical order in which to map all the trails and tracks here in the bush. I won the GPS in a lucky draw at my first race of the season and, while I never thought I’d say this, I’d be lost without it.

Total distance: 20km @ 13.9kph average moving speed (10kph actual average including stopping to take notes and photographs)

More MTB madness

Sweating it out in 38'C heat

It’s stinking hot when I leave home on my mountain bike at 11:30am. The mercury is well above 30’C and the sun is beating down. I know it’s not sensible to head out in this heat but I had family commitments this morning and again this afternoon so it’s the only way I can squeeze some training in. This training session will be aimed at four things: the Adventure Race Australia that I’m racing in May, the Tre-X off-road triathlons that I’ll be doing next season, general fitness and I want to map the bush trails near home for the Brisbane Bayside Runners and Walkers club.

I had my three-monthly testosterone injection on Friday and it’s wreaking havoc with my left glute. The injection is intramuscular and it hurt a lot going in. The injections usually don’t hurt but I’ve had them in the left side for about 18 months because the right side was causing me problems before that. When I mentioned the pain to the nurse she said I’d need to swap back to the right side again; something that concerns me. But what concerns me more as I ride out is that I can barely sit on the saddle because my left glute is swollen – it feels like I might have compartment syndrome again, like I got the one time I got my injection in my thigh. But I’m determined not to let it stop me – even if it should.

I ride out through the grassy field and across German Church Road into Bayview bushland reserve. I spend the next two hours riding both fire trails and single track while mapping the parts of the bush nearest my home. The trails here are focused on a big hill and some trails are unridable. I ride each trail systematically, making notes of distances between each intersection and major feature in a notebook I’m carrying in my hydropack.

It’s exciting when I find a kilometre of single track that I never knew existed. After all these years riding in the bush I still sometimes find little pockets of track that have sprung up or that I’ve missed commuting to my mother’s and sister’s homes. I am struggling with the heat so my technical skills are appalling today but I’m enjoying being in the bush between the trees. It makes me feel happy.

My mountain bike

My mountain bike is a basic rigid frame model that’s I bought from Bicycle Revolution in West End. Bicycle Revolution rebuild bikes from recycled components. The only things that were new on the bike when I bought it in 2009 were the chain and brake pads. I only paid $250 for it and have had hours of fun riding it. It’s beaten up and old so I don’t have to worry about breaking it – because I suspect that’s almost impossible. The only thing I still want to do to it is switch the flat bed pedals to clipless pedals once I feel more confident off-road.

I used to have a flash orange Giant Yukon with disc brakes and front suspension but that was before I switched to commuting to work on road bikes back in 2006. I used to use it to commute to and from work but then I got myself caught between a bus and 4WD, which made me feel vulnerable having wide MTB bars commuting in traffic (the two vehicles were to the left and right of me). I sold the bike to my bother-in-law and then bought my current MTB a few years later when I was looking for something a bit fun to ride after I got sick of riding a road bike.

This purple beast is the bike I’ll be using in the Adventure Race Australia and the Tre-X events. It will probably be the only steel frame fully rigid bike on the course. It will almost definitely be the only bike without disc brakes. And it is the ugliest bike I’ve ever owned. But I love it. The frame is the perfect size for me, the bike works and I feel like a big kid when I ride it. And I always feel happy to be alive when I feel like a big kid. It reminds me about why I’m training and racing – to enjoy the good life.

My left glute is agonisingly painful tonight and I’m a little worried about whether it will be better by Sunday when I have the Kingscliffe triathlon race. I’m going to try icing it tonight and tomorrow in the hope it helps. But I’m happy about my mapping expedition. I covered 10km in 2 hours. It’s not far but given the task and the 38’C heat it was just right for me today.

MTB madness

My beast in Bayview forest

It was my sister who found the Brisbane South MTB Club online this week and who suggested we take a ride with them this morning to see whether they’re a good match for us as we prepare for the Adventure Race Australia on 20 May. Neither of us has much MTB experience and this will be a big part of the race (up to 35km of it). I’m also training for the Tre-X off-road triathlon series next summer. So rather that try to teach ourselves we’ve looked at our options: MTB training courses, joining a club or winging it. While MTB training courses are probably great for learning skills in an intensive way, just going once or twice probably won’t help us with confidence and the cost of classes is relatively high. We looked at the BSMC website and saw they have beginners’ rides every weekend.

My sister, her 6 year old son and I loaded our bikes in her car this morning and took off to Daisy Hill Forest Park for the club’s one hour beginners’ ride. My sister and I were the only beginner adults with the rest being kids aged between about 8 and 15. There were three experienced adult riders with them and they never made me feel silly for being such a beginner (the kids could have ridden laps around me skills-wise). We rode for an hour along some simple technical single track trails and the ride leader gave me some fantastic basic tips, such as when to stand on the pedals and when to sit, and how to take corners.

After our hour ride, I went home to my sister’s house, which is on the other side of the Bayview bushland reserve from my home. The running club I am with often run through the trails in Bayview so I decided that I would map the trails for them so that everyone can enjoy their trail running without worrying about getting lost.

Enjoying my ride

So after a short rest at my sister’s house I got on my beaten up old mountain bike and headed off into the Bayview bushland reserve to start my mapping project. Over the course of the next hour I rode the tough fire trails around the outer edges of the reserve. The hills in Bayview are serious and I had to walk up and down two that were particularly steep. I tried to apply some of the skills I learned at the BSMC ride this morning. By the time I got home I was exhausted – unsurprisingly given that it was 33’C outside and because I’d been out riding my MTB for 2 hours. It was a good exhausted though.

This afternoon I’m off to a 2 hour Parkour training session in the city. But first some lunch and a short rest.

Total: 2 MTB sessions:

  1. 6km in an hour (skills focus – so lots of stop and start)
  2. 9.7km in an hour (lots of hills)

Tre-X off-road triathlon

Tre-X off-road triathlon transition

Grey skies and rain greet me when I arrive at the Novotel Twin Waters for the Tre-X Back2Back off-road triathlon. But while the skies are depressed the triathletes and events of the next two days certainly aren’t. The racing is fierce, the athletes gutsy, the organisation professional and the atmosphere friendly.

We open transition at 11:15am on Saturday morning and admire the amazing mountain bike machines being wheeled in. These sparkling clean beasts won’t stay that way for long. While the water has drained from much of the sandy bike course there’s still enough mud to leave a mark after the first day’s racing.

There are four back to back races on the schedule. Each race is held both on Saturday afternoon and Sunday morning with most athletes going round both days. The first to take to the course are the Teaser athletes who are children aged over 10, teenagers and adults participating in their first off-road event. The Teasers race through a 150m swim, 5km mountain bike ride and 1km run. The front-runners fly while some of the other athletes show grit to test their skills through the course.

The long course event heads off second. These athletes will swim 500m, MTB 15km and complete a 6km beach run to the finish. I watch Saturday’s events from my spot at the mount and dismount lines in transition. This area also forms the turn-around point for the cyclists as they complete their first and second laps of the course. The crowd are close to the course around transition, cheering their family and friends ever onward around the tough course.

Laughter bursts through the air. A cyclist hits the deck in the soft sand. He momentarily lost concentration because he was about to raise his hand to wave at his supporters. They call out that they have their cameras ready. The cyclist falls off gently onto the soft sand, laughs out loud and remounts his metal steed to continue his race. It’s one of those moments that highlight the friendly competitive atmosphere of the Tre-X race.

As the last of the long course athletes are completing their final laps the short course athletes start to enter transition after their 350m swim. They will head out on a 10km MTB cycle and then a 4km beach run. There is a flurry of activity as cyclists enter ¬†and exit ¬†transition. It’s exciting to watch as athletes of all abilities share the course but do so with care for each other. There are men and women who make the course look easy while others seem content just to stay upright. All have smiles on their faces as they come back into transition after their respective laps of the bike course.

As the last cyclists complete the bike leg the first of the long course athletes start coming back to watch the race after completing their races. They regale us with stories of the foam on the beaches, which clung to their legs making it look as though they were wearing ugg boots.

While the rains held off on Saturday afternoon the same can’t be said for Sunday. We technical officials are grateful that the event organisors erected a tent for us to stand under as we check the athletes’ bikes and helmets this morning because the rain is pelting down. Triathletes greet us with smiles and laughter as they rack their bikes and wait for their events to begin. They are all going to complete the same courses as Saturday but this time in the rain.

While I spent Saturday in transition, I spend Sunday helping with the swim start. I love the sound as each wave starts with triathletes running and then diving into the water. At the ring of an old school bell each wave races into the water with a whoosh bang sound. Some swimmers take off like dolphins, racing easily through the water while others battle courageously through their least-favourite part of the race. It’s fantastic to see the courage of the tail-end swimmers who still hit the course despite their lack of confidence in the water.

I also spend some time out on the run course watching the triathletes slogging it out up the beach. It’s impressive to see them all silhouetted against the angry sky with the angry sea roaring in my ears.

Back in transition I watch a few of the cyclists racing through the mud. They are far dirtier today than they were yesterday and there are a few more cyclists returning with mud and cuts on them from where they fell. But two things haven’t changed: the smiles and the encouragement of the crowd.

Muddy Sunday rider

There’s one more event I haven’t mentioned yet: the Dirt Kids races. This is a race for 7-10 year old kids who swim 50m, cycle 3km and run 500m. The race is non-competitive, with the focus being on kids getting involved in the sport and having fun. It begins ¬†after all the adult competitors have finished racing.

The Dirt Kids lay their bikes on the beach near the end of their swim leg. Due to the non-competitive nature of the event and the kids’ ages parents were allowed to assist their children in putting on their shoes and helmets, or running alongside their children to help them find the course.

There are some fantastic performances among the youngest competitors of the weekend, who are also backing up two days in a row. They swim through the lake quickly, turning at the surf lifesaver before swimming back to shore where some of the older and more experienced competitors make their transition independently. The Dirt Kids rode around the resort lake on a pathway before riding a short section of the MTB course and then back to transition. The run took the competitors around the lake to a beach and back. And boy can some of those Dirt Kids run!

Dirt Kids transition

Whether you are an adventure racer, triathlete, single-sport specialist, parent looking for a kid-friendly event or someone wanting to tackle an adventure this event has something for everyone. Who knows, next year I might even hire a mountain bike (yes, you can even hire a mountain bike at the event), take a pre-race MTB skills class (offered 1-2 weeks before the event on the event course) and give the race a go myself rather than volunteering in a yellow vest.