When all that I had thought about during these last few months was Ironman South Africa,
it feels like a pretty big triumph to cross that finish line as the first female in my AG.
I have been incredibly focused, dedicated and ambitious about my training for this race, all
the while totally paranoid about potential illness, especially when the children pick up the
inevitable snotty noses. The actual training is the easy part and rather it is a whole circus
making it fit into family life, with three very young kids, so that it won’t be at their expense,
which is hard. It is the planning, the early mornings when I am out training before most
others have even thought about getting up. Then all those evenings, where I have been
ready to go to bed at the same time as the children. I have been tired, I have been happy, I have had a crisis and I have been flying. During the tough moments, I have asked myself “why”.
This “free-time” project that I do for the fun of it, yet take so seriously, something my life
completely revolves around when preparing for this one performance. Why?
I know my “why”, and that is WHY I continue doing this. Because I like to push myself to
the limit and beyond; where some people quit, but I keep going. Where I don't know if I
feel like crying or laughing and where the majority of the work, lies in turning negative
thoughts into positive ones, winning the mind game. This goes for the training as well for
the competition, because often training is a mind game as well. It may sound weird, but I
like to push myself out where I'm peeing down my legs, pants, and shoes to save only
about 30 seconds in a competition that takes around 10 hours. Out where I'm covered in
lubricating gels, snot, and sticky cola, yet worry more about my average speed than about
how I look.
It's a sense of monumental satisfaction when I know I have performed at my very best,
while it´s actually just as addictive when it does not turn out according to plan though,
because then it drives me on to: how do I then prepare for the next race, to perform
And it has been just the same with the preparation for South Africa, as with all the other
Ironman races that I have done – there have been many ups and downs heading for South
Africa Ironman. I must say, however, that all the time I've believed in it! It's easy to say
afterward, but I had absolutely no doubt that if I hit the right day, I could do it. I am not
talking about crossing the finish line. I can do that! I am talking about crossing the finish
line as the AG winner.

I spent a lot of energy during my preparations worrying about the sharks hanging around
Nelson Mandela Bay. A waste of energy maybe, but I was really frightened, and it was
somewhat difficult to put that fear away as there are sharks around. On shark tracker,
which I very sensibly first downloaded after the race, I found that every tenth white shark is
followed; who by the way have been given excessively sweet names considering their
reputation!! Anyway, when the gun went off, I had no time to worry about either Cyndi nor
Sophia. They popped up in my mind at one point, but not enough to distract me, and I

reassured myself that considering there were 2000 triathletes swimming in the water, I
would call it a very bad day if one came by, and it came by for me!

One would think I might have swum a little faster, just to get out of the, in my opinion,
shark-infested waters, but my swimming was actually a little slow. Too slow! I also felt at
the time that I was going too slowly and that I wasn’t pushing it enough, but I continued for
some reason at the same pace. The water was choppy, which is normally to my
advantage, but apparently, it didn´t help me much this time. However, I completed the
swim, without seeing one single shark. Lucky me!
On the bike, I achieved the race plan, but again, I felt I was going a little slowly, and later it
transpired that it was actually a good plan. However, uneven asphalt, wind, hills and a suit
that made me miserable on the saddle, meant the bike was quite an uncomfortable
experience. There were several times during the 180 km where I was planning on selling
my bike once back in transition, and I was sure that this would be my last Ironman for a
long time - as I'm always sure, at some point during an Ironman. I always forget about it
again though...

That said, it's all a mind game, and again, it is all about turning negative thoughts into
positive. I was overtaken by two competitors on the bike 20 km before T2, and all I did was
watch as they rode by. I stuck to my own plan and hoped that they would burn out later,
have also noted that one did not exactly look like they would be a good runner. As such,
one tends to have a very specific build? However, I was right and overtook both of them
within the first 7 km of the race, grateful that I had made the right decision to hold back on
the bike, go a bit slowly, and save some power to push it on the run.
Since I now had a few competitors in front of me, I did not have the time for selling my bike
in transition, and at that moment, I already had the bike ride in mind, as pretty awesome,
with beautiful scenery. Also, I was very confident and positive, looking forward to a nice
little run.
So, therefore, when I arrived in T2, I put my running shoes on and ran. Just ran. As
mentioned, I forgot all the thoughts I’d had when I was sitting on the bike, in the headwind
and on my way up the hill. I had taken the right legs with me for running! Hawaii popped
into my head, and I was sure I could push it to the finish line, which was a little dangerous
to think, considering there was not only a few competitors in front of me, but also still 42
km of racing ahead of me, - in the hot weather, starting to feel fatigue, with a stomach filled
with sugar and where anything can happen from one moment to another. But there were
no problems at all, from either my legs or stomach and especially not my mind.
I was celebrating on that run. Celebrating all the hours of training that I´ve put into this
performance. I just ran! Well, I was a bit tired of course, after a nice little 3.8 km swim and
a 180 km bike ride, but despite it, I was flying. I enjoyed every, single, step. I enjoyed the

race, and I enjoyed the party around me. It turned out to be my absolute best Ironman
marathon so far, a PB by 3 minutes and 18 seconds. Time 3 hrs. 22 min, 57 sec.
When I realized how much the Brazilian age group competitor girl was pushing me from
behind, I was even able to increase the pace a little. It is a super cool feeling to be able to
race at the end of a marathon run, rather than just having to survive. And I had to push it,
because, in fact, the race became a little too exciting at some points, having her only a few
minutes behind me.
Crossing the finish line (10.12.59) was exactly as I wanted it to be! Exactly as I had
dreamed of. All those hours of training, and all that hard work I have put into this project,
was for me, fully repaid on the red carpet. It really was worth all the effort and I was so
relieved and so happy, I didn´t know whether to laugh or cry. So, I obviously chose, to cry
a little.
Huge thanks for an awesome week in Port Elizabeth, to the best OptimalTri and TriDubai
people. I had a blast, spending time with you. All very inspiring people.
However, there is one guy to whom I owe massive thanks. For giving me the opportunity to
do what I like, even though it doesn’t make us a living, – actually the total opposite! The
only thing it for sure does give us, is more laundry. Thanks for, again, dealing with all the
training I must do for an Ironman, over the last couple of months. I have talked a lot about
triathlon, and I have also been a bit tired, and maybe also a bit miserable at some points, I
know. But since I just won the African AG Championship and a Kona slot, I guess it will
continue, and it is much appreciated, that you keep dealing with me, and my passion for
triathlon. Thanks Christian.


Stine Mollebro
April 2018