The excitement and fear in the air before the non-wetsuit swim in the Mediterranean set the tone for an unforgettableday. Warm, calm water with perfect visibility made for a beautiful swim. The nerves settled and I reminded myself that racing in Nice is such a privilege. The sunrise over the bay made sighting difficult at times but added a touch of magic as athletes carved through the turquoise water towards T1.
Delighted to be back on dry land, it was onto the stoney beach and long transition, through the bag pick up and packed racks. It was a time for efficiency and composure especially with the day’s biggest challenge waiting: the legendary Col de Vence.
The bike course was every bit as tough as promised – a real championship test, front loaded with all the elevation. The climb to the Col de Vence stretched relentlessly upward for 10km with sharp, steep sections up to 14% that called for patience and steady pacing. The views were spectacular which made the effort worthwhile with a great sense of relief on reaching the peak. All those days spent on Shannapheasteen and the Woodcock Hill paid off.
The technical descents were fast and fun but demanded focus while twisting sharply on tight hairpin turns, going through small villages and rough mountain roads. It was a punishing course and conquering it felt like a genuine achievement especially after seeing a number of athletes walking on the way up and several crashes on the way down.
Back on the Promenade des Anglais, the two loop flat run course was full of energy. Crowds lined both sides of the road, and the blaring music lifted tired legs and spirits. The Mediterranean shimmered beside the course, the spectators, volunteers and especially the athletes encouraging each other made the kilometres pass by.
I could hear the finishing line before I could see it and having that hard earned medal around my neck brought a wave of emotion and pride. To race among the world’s best females in such an iconic location is an honour. EPIC is the only way I could describe this one.
The World Championship hits different; it’s triathlon on another level and being there was a reminder why I love this sport. I can’t wait to do it all over again and hopefully I’ll stay fit and healthy to do it for years to come. All the messages of support meant so much and thank you to Keith, Val, Mike and Conor for an amazing weekend of racing, supporting and celebrating. The last and one word has to go to our very own Joanne Murphy – legend xxx.
