If 3 am is an ungodly time to get up, getting up at 2.30 am is even worse.
Today was the day. It was now or never. Which is a strange expression. It should actually be “It was now or never or…in a minute! Cant’t you see I’m busy. I’ll get to it when I can!”
We left the B&B quickly and headed to Eidfjord. There’s plenty of parking spaces near the ferry but Andrew refused to use them. He was worried that the police would turn up and fine us. Its 3 am. I think the police have got better things to do than check anyone is parking illegally.
We park at the the school. On the walk to the ferry I point out to Andrew all the Cars parked in the spaces he said not to use.
The port is busy. A lot of athletes and supporters are here. I look at the ferry and notice it has a TV lounge! And comfy chairs! And its showing the Olympics! Extreme Triathalon? My Arse!
On the way into transition Andrew has to show that his bike’s front and back lights work and that he has a reflective jacket.
The volunteer checks his jacket and says its not reflective. It is very yellow but its not reflective! Andrew blames it on buying a cheap one from Decathalon. Idiot!
Luckily the volunteer had a spare so he gave that to Andrew. The winner has a black T-shirt but I bet he doesn’t have a Norseman branded reflective vest.
I wish Andrew luck and he heads onto the ferry.
I decide to drive down the coast to watch the start. Surprisingly no-one else had thought of this so I was on my own watching the start. I can’t imagine what people did in town. It must be pretty dull waiting for the swimmers to come back.
After they jumped in I headed back to town. I stopped at a pier near the yellow buoy and watched the race leaders zoom past. My watch said 50 minutes so it seemed like they were slow or the race had started late. I later found out this years swim times were slow due to the tide.
I got back to the pier in enough time to watch Andrew come out. I showed him over to the transition point and helped him get changed. About half the swimmer were still in the water so his swim time was pretty good.
I sent him off and said I’d see him in a couple of hours time at the top of the hill.
I notice a man at the pier has made fresh pancakes. I buy four so that Andrew will have a treat at the top of the hill. I then eat two. Oh well. Two is still a treat!
I then headed back to the B & B to get some breakfast. Mmm waffles. Its a hard life being a support team!
I’ve lost Andrew.
I saw him a minute ago. I passed him in the car. I gave him a wave and the parked at the next available parking spot. I’ve now waited 20 minutes and he’s not gone past!
I’m on the plateua. Due to thick mist visibility is 100m and it’s freezing cold. I wouldn’t like to be in a car in these conditions, let alone on a bike.
I decide something has gone wrong. He’s gone past and I didn’t notice or something’s happened before he got here.
I decide to head back down the road. I travel for 10 minutes and don’t spot him!
Its now colder and wetter and I imagine he will be wondering where I’ve gone.
I race along the road. After 10 minutes I still haven’t spotted him.
After 20 minutes, I’m worried. Something must have gone wrong.
After 30 minutes I spot a very cold and wet looking cyclist ahead. Its Andrew!
I pass and wave and this time park where he can see me.
It turns out he had cycled past me. My parking spot was in an awkward place. He assumed it wasn’t my car. I must have missed him as I was too busy concentrating on not crashing the car as I maneuvered into the space!
I thought he’d be angry so I pull out my trump card – the pancakes!
I think quickly and then ask him.
“Do you want a Twix?”
Andrew is standing in front of me. He’s shaking due to the cold. I offer him the sweet. He’s still cold and shaking but at least he gets chocolate biscuit snack.
He says he’s struggling to bike due to the cold. The weather is bad and it doesn’t look like it’s going to let up.
Luckily I’d packed Goretex trousers, thick fleece top and a jacket. He takes off his wet clothes and replaces them with the new ones. He now looks ready…to climb Everest!
At least he’ll be dry and warm even if he’s not going to be very aerodynamic.
He says he’ll cycle to the next town before deciding whether to carry on.
I hope he keeps going. It would be a shame to finish at this point.
We pass the next town and come off the plateau. That section is supposed to be fast but due to the weather he never got up to a good speed.
Thankfully he now feels warmer and decides to continue.
The next half of the race has four climbs. They are all manageable. There’s a climb of 400m near Glasgow called the Crow Road. So we split each section into how many Crow Roads it is. As in, this next climb is 1.5 crow roads. The one after is 2x Crow Road etc It helps to put each bit into perspective.
For the next 50 miles we get into a pattern of he bikes and I drive a short distance up the road. He then either passes me or pulls in and gets food. It seems to work well.
At the top of the last climb support has to end. Its all downhill now so I leave him to it and head to Transition 2. There’s not many folk here. Most of the competitors have already been through. I go for a walk and watch a couple posing for wedding photos.
Andrew eventually arrives. I expect him to call it a day. He’s been out on the bike for 8 hours+ and is pretty knackered!
He decides to quit. He doesn’t have the energy to run over a speed bump let alone a huge hill.
We pack up and head off. As we drive the route towards our accommodation we see the athletes struggling along the road. No part of either of us thinks we wish we’d continued.