Patrick is a well known vet runner around the East Rand who was part of M.A.D. Multisport’s running club and M.A.D.’s first ever Comrades Marathon finisher.
Patrick was tragically killed in a car accident over the festive season, leaving behind a wife, three children, a club and a running community that will miss him dearly. Patrick will be remembered by his fellow runners for his bright smile and personality, his passion for running and life, a humble man who was always looking to help people and be involved where he can.
Saturday 3rd January 2015
The St Dominic Catholic Church in Boksburg
Service starts at 9am.
|URBAN ROCK (DUATHLON) (1.4km run, 20km bike, 6km run)|
|TRIROCK (TRIATHLON) (1.9km swim, 90km bike, 21km run)|
|TEAM M.A.D.||4:05:04||29:52 (Rudi Scoeman)||2:33:39 (Lauren Dance)||1:00:20 (Donald Mashamaite)||3|
|Gert Janse Van Rensburg||2:46:44||28:53||1:33:46||44:05||28|
|Hanneli van Tonder||2:51:53||28:46||1:34:22||48:44||3|
ITU Cross Triathlon World Championships 2014
I have always been dumbstruck – why would anyone in his right mind volunteer and pay money to swim, cycle and run just for fun? One painful thing immediately after the other for no obvious reason?
Without an answer I found myself on a plane to Germany, with an overweight body and bike box on a mission to survive one of the biggest challenges of my life: To swim, cycle and run at the World Championships somewhere close to a small town called Zittau.
Knowing that I’m surely not one of the best athletes, (in the SA team thanks to a bit of luck), I formulated realistic goals: Have fun, be and behave like the least serious member in the team and don’t come last! Never come last! I don’t mind not winning, but I hate losing.
Leading up to the race, we explored new surroundings, dined at different restaurants with amazing people and drank coke in dirty pubs. Got advice and tips directly from world champions. Trained and spent hours on recce runs and rides. Prayed for rain to cool the lake down for a wetsuit legal swim… Then prayed for the rain to stop!
Before I knew it: Booming music at the blue carpet start line – nerve wrecking like hell! Then the now familiar: “… you’re under starter’s orders… on your marks… BLEEOOP!” That blow of the horn kicked up a storm of adrenaline overload! Fortunately my typical swim start panic didn’t catch up with me this time! “Focus on your own race and pace Coach Mike said” – so true. It went well, I settled somewhere in the middle of the field, keeping up with athletes all over the world! Awesome! I’m not last! I’m not useless, I’m an athlete like them! Smiling, I still recall that last couple of 100 meters from buoy three to finish – so fast with everyone sprint kicking the water into a white frenzy of bubbles and foam. What a thrill, it was fantastic!
The mountain bike was hectic! How do you make kilometres of extreme climbs and rocky downhills more difficult? Easy – Just add rain! A muddy slippery mayhem! I had so much fun trying to stay on the bike, I nearly forgot to race! The camaraderie between bikers were amazing – from a silly Dutch guy chuckling whilst passing: “Lekker! Lekker! Lekker!”, to an angry German shouting behind me: “South Africa! Get out of the way!” It was a war zone of guts, quads, lactic acid and zero visibility. The greatest and easily the most difficult shorter distance mountain bike course I have ever survived!
Ending it all was a fast trail run of slippery muddy embankments, river crossings and winding gravel paths. With big crowds cheering us on, I went slipping all over the place! I even passed two amazed and amused competitors; sliding on my face, head first, down a grassy slope!
I was cold, wet, cramping, dirty and tired, but ringing in my mind: “I want to go again… I can do better, I can go faster!” Still I was so relieved! I made it! I earned my stripes. Not in front, not at the back, but somewhere in the middle of the world’s best. I couldn’t have asked for more from something that came as a total unexpected bonus so late in my life.
Back at the hotel I regressed from neat and tidy to careless and messy. After the race, an explosion of filthy socks, bike parts, jackets, helmets and mud decorated the hotel room… Nearly looked as bad as Coach Mike’s van. Took a shower with my bike in the now greasy slippery bathroom. I couldn’t be phased no more. My roommate, a pro, touring-the-world type athlete, just laughed in approval. Messy is the way they come and messy is the way they go.
For a short snapshot in time, I was one of them! I shared in the joys, fears, focus, nerves and disappointments of amateur and professional athletes – a world so different from my own.
What an honour, what an experience, what a pleasure!
Bored on the plane back from Germany, I contemplated how this combination of physical activities can form such a powerful drug. Is it the appeal to master three different challenges simultaneously? Is it because diversity excludes the masses and reserves this sport to only a select few? Is it a hunger to win at something difficult? Is it the science and fascination behind the multi-functional human body? Is it maybe the predictable short successions from suffer to reward? Is it Mother Nature that you see, feel and taste from three different dimensions? Is it the excuse to travel and visit new towns and places? Or is it the species of similar crazy people that you meet? I think it is all of the above and more… For me it is a form of self-fulfilment; maybe a ladder toward Maslow’s self-actualization. Triathlon creates a balance and fills a gap that my beloved day-to-day desk-bound job simply cannot do on its own.
I have to thank many, including:
Coach Mike Moriarty (MAD Multisport) – Again we achieved goals together. Thanks again for sharing your wisdom, beliefs, trust and attitude.
Neville Thomas (Spartan Crossfit) – Your training made an important difference in my performance and confidence and I’m injury free! Thanks!
Iain Peterkin – You are a super athlete, go for gold! Olympics is where you belong!
Nicole Driver – Thanks for allowing me to be faster than you for a week or two.
Jayson, Carl, Tiaan, Willem, Richard, MADletes – Thanks for the random training sessions, constant support and well wishes.
Mecalc – Thanks for the encouragement, the support and the cool t-shirt
ASG Sport Solutions – The generous discounts on nutrition and accessories are highly appreciated.
Robert Frost – Thanks for diligently preparing my bike. I didn’t have a single mechanical excuse, I mean issue.
Jens Winkler – Thanks for all the help and for hosting me in your beautiful city. Also for braving the recce run on the race route with me.
Paul Olivier – It was great to have you there as a mate and supporter!