In 2013 I came here slightly injured, very unprepared, and had a taste of what this race had to offer: pain, by the buckets. Finishing the bike course was an ordeal that day, and I didn’t even attempt to run.
2 years later I was back with the determination to finish and hopefully even grab a decent result. With only 2 months of proper training under my belt, one long ride and a couple of medium long runs, it was quite a long shot, but at least I was healthy and mentally ready.
Welcomed on the island and treated like a prince by my friends Laura, Eamon and lil’ Carlito, in their magical house lost in the lava hills near a town called Florida, all I had to do was to focus on the race and make sure I didn’t ride in beach attire (sic).
It was cold and windy when I arrived, the kind of wind you always forget can exist until you come back to Lanza. Forget about the hats.
On race morning everything was ready and I was surprised I hadn’t forgotten anything. Hats, goggles, shoes, watch, tri suit, helmet,…all clear! Yavépluka.