Kilifi Gold Traithlon

SWIM - BIKE - RUN OLD MAN!!!!

 

While a "veteran" of a number of Triathlons (though always moving slower than an Amish drag race) I have never seen such a beautiful course. From the photo above, the open water swim started from the beach on this side of the jetty -- turn right -- around a buoy and back towards us before sprinting in an mix master like frenzy of limbs and spandex to the sandy shore. I'd been training in fresh water so really pleased about the salt water buoyancy. It was so fun!!!

And next a 20km bike off road which was mostly single track through pineapple fields and grass track. There were some challenging technical bits which were a bit tricky but not as much as the cows and herd of sheep along the way. Scat fuckers!!!! We're racing here!!!

The run was a beautiful thing though so hot I saw a squirrel putting sunscreen on his nuts!!! Now that's hot!!!



The other tricky bit was dealing with the icing sugar-like sand. It gets everywhere.... and getting it off your feet before the bike and run is pretty critical. So there's my set up to the right. Dip your feet in the bucket ... stand on the towel -- drop onto your bummy -- then sox, shoes, helmet and sunnies. ( you're not really a cool triathlete dude without your sunnies)

This event comes within days of the exceptional feat accomplished by Kenyan Eliud Kipchoge who smashed the marathon world record by clocking a time of 2 hours one minute and 39 seconds in Berlin.The 33 year old took nearly one minute and 20 seconds off the previous best, which was set by compatriot Dennis Kimetto when he ran 2:02:57 in Berlin in 2014. What an amazing effort by this man and I thought of him as I limped along in the heat.

The triathlon, while maybe not quite as important in the grand scheme of things, was remarkably well attended with a completely unexpected level of talent in abundance. There were about 250 participants with a nice mix of both locals and expats. The energy was great with the tunes bumpin and lots of spectators enthusiastically cheering everyone on.

I found the cycling part tough. In part - as I had a hybrid rather than a mountain bike for the event. If I were to do it again I would definitely use a mountain bike with suspension and nice fat tires for the sand. It was like cutting pizza at times, in fact - I was so slow that I thought I may have a puncture ... Please note the front wheel in the accompanying picture from after the race....... Duh!!!



A note on Kilifi -- where the event was held. Just north of Mombasa -- it is one of the poorest regions largely ignored by the government. These things take time... and while the government has gone through the process of devolution, that doesn't necessarily mean that each county gets their fair share. I mentioned Kilifi in another post when I went to volunteer at a boarding school. It is however - pretty as seen just below.

On the charity work we are doing

I want to thank the Brimacomb family for their donation  and also an old colleague Matt and family for that donation. More rice and beans are planned to be delivered in October (just sourcing now) but also working with a family to see if we can farm it. That would help the family and improve our costs as well. The idea is to put 3 acres into production. I'll update as that develops but for now just planting the seeds of that idea. 😝



Lastly - while writing this piece  -- and sitting at the restaurant nursing coffee and thoughts my moment was interrupted abruptly as I listened to the restaurant owner yelling at the cook. I've been accused of being hard on staff and people myself and think I have some work to do in that area. As does this man. "What are you fucking stupid!!" and on and on it went. When he came out of the kitchen - I told him calmly that you just can't talk to people like that. It's unacceptable. He turned his anger on me next and as he came up to me and I looked in his red bloodshot eyes I saw that he was completely out of control and a slave to his anger.

Some months ago when I was at the Taj Mahal in India -- I witnessed a man punch who I think was his wife. It was swift and hard to the side of her face. Most people immediately looked aways ... and shamefully so did I. That moment still haunts me -- as I should have said something to that man. Not today though 😉 ... this guy got an earful ....though respectfully!!! I cancelled my breakfast -- thanked the server and took my business elsewhere. In my view --that kind of behavior is unacceptable in a civilized society regardless of the culture.... and if presented with the opportunity... I think it best to say so 😊









Thanks for reading .....Layno!!!