British Wildwater Selections 2023 (2/3)

British Wildwater Selections 2023 (2/3)

“But do you know what you did well?”

“Yeah, I pulled hard and took smart lines”, I replied.

“And how is that different from what you did yesterday?”

The past weekend saw part 2 of the British Wildwater Selection Series. This event would be finalising the team for the Senior Sprint Worlds Championships in Augsburg along with the Junior/U23 teams and contribute towards the selections for the World Cup Series. Oh, and the Sprints were also this year’s British Sprint championships.

Having secured a place on the Senior European Championships team last weekend (YAY!) at least some of the pressure had been lifted and I was relieved that this event was happening at my local spot Nottingham and not another 6 hour drive away. The event followed the same pattern as before, with sprints on Saturday (this time in the evening) and Classic early-ish on the Sunday.

You’d imagine that racing on my home ground (or water) would confer a sizable advantage, however thanks to a small access ‘predicament’ we’d only managed to get on the white water course in wildwater boats a couple of times in the last year. This meant, with additional course configuration changes, everyone found themselves on an equal footing. As such I spent the entire hour of our allotted practice time squeezing in as many practice runs as I could, trying to get to grips with the complex boils and eddy lines that define the Holme Pierrepont course.

Some nice photos from the weekend + my “slightly too close to the groyne face”

Between these practice runs, warm ups and the race runs I manage to rack up an impressive 10km of paddling/walking back up on the Saturday afternoon. Some people would argue that this was maybe not the best sprint preparation. Those people would probably say that you should rest between practice and racing. Those people are probably right, but this was all part of my gamble to get as much time on the course before the Sunday’s Classic (my main target) and because I figured there was a greater danger of haemorrhaging time with a bad line, than there was time to gain from being able to pull slightly harder.

Did this plan pay off? In short, no but also possibly yes? My first sprint run was very clean, however I managed to guff the start which cost me vital seconds. My second run had a much better start but I had to scrub off some speed to avoid piling into a groyne, which screwed up the next bit of the line and also cost me vital seconds. Somehow both runs ended up being roughly the same time. I did manage to slightly improve my position when compared to the previous weekend, and it was a good learning experience, but one that has probably cost the selection for the World Champs this year.

Okay, disappointing. But did the plan pay off for the main target, Sunday’s classic? Well this is where the ‘proverbial’ boat gets lodged across the entrance to the white water course.

Somthing somthing, shit creek

This was somewhat suboptimal.  With an entire flock of fire engines descending on the scene and few other options, the decision was made that we would be racing on the flat. While this will probably go down as the worst classic course in wildwater history, after my disappointing sprints and a 2nd place the previous weekend I felt like I had a point to prove.

There is arguably one positive of not having anything substantial at the end of the Classic: there is no need to worry about leaving anything in the tank for trivial tasks like controlling the boat. You just pull as hard as you can, safe in the knowledge that if you can see when you cross the finish line you’ve done a bad job. I’m happy to say that I did a very good job and once my vision returned I was rewarded with a 1st place, an Easter Egg and 25 points towards my World Cup bid. A strong finish to a good weekend, but with lots of lessons to learn. (Thanks to Orange for the debrief.)

A selection of atheletes and Easter eggs

While I haven’t done the maths, I’m reasonably confident I’ve missed the selection for Worlds. On reflection I’m in two minds about this. I have a somewhat complex history with Augsburg, a course which was largely responsible for this blog’s hiatus. It would have been a great story to return after everything and enact my revenge, but I’m not a great sprinter and I prefer classic racing. With limited annual leave and money I’d still probably choose Euros and World cups over a purely sprint event. Still, it’s always nice to have the choice.

It’s a slightly weird world in which you compete against your friends to see who gets to go on a ‘holiday’. What often gets left out of these posts are the pre-race board games, chaotic cooking of saturday night dinners and the pungent ‘naughty kids on a sleepover’ vibes that we exude anytime we go anywhere. I’m very excited for Euros. I have never been to North Macedonia before and it looks like we’re going to have a cracking team for it. 

Shortly before that we’ll be having the third and final selection race to decide World Cups. With a 1st and a 2nd, I wouldn’t say my selection for in the bag, but it’s definitely bag adjacent. That said it’s not over till its over and racing on the Tryweren can be spicy! (If by spicy you mean, full of rocks!)

Full results at https://www.wildwater.org.uk/

Photos thanks to the Singletons

British Wildwater Selections 2023 (1/3)

British Wildwater Selections 2023 (1/3)

Like all good things (and small intestines) this year’s wildwater selections comes in three parts. The first of which was just held this weekend up at Grandtully.

Scenically situated along the river Tay, the Grandtully slalom site is just a little bit too far from almost everywhere in the UK. Nevertheless it is here that the frigid Scottish waters tumble down the valley to form a rare thing in the UK: a whitewater river with barely any rocks! (The exception being the one rather large rock). And it is here that the first third of the 2023 British Wildwater selection races took place.

The startline and Jacob in his camouflage whopper

The selection policy is (almost) simple. There are three selection events, each with a sprint and a longer distance classic race. There are 3 international events, but not all with a classic. For each race you are awarded points for your position, 1st gets 25, 2nd gets 19, and third gets 14 with points declining exponentially-ish as you go on. All the points get added up and the best 4 paddlers for each category (MK1, WK1, MC1, …) are selected. However not all selection races count towards all the international races, and for the world cups 6 people can go. With this in mind I believe the best tactic for selections is to just try as hard as you can in everything and then work out which trips you can afford to go on later. 

The weekend at Tully followed a familiar format, sprints on Saturday (best of 2 runs) and the Classic on Sunday. I traveled up the Tully Thursday evening to get in some sneaky practice on the Friday, letting Scotland put the ‘remote’ into ‘remote working’. I’d brought with me the new boat, which looks very dashing and is significantly less leaky than my old one. Jealous eyes declared it the ‘spiderman boat’ or ‘naff captain america’. Either way you’ll now hear me shouting ‘Avengers Assemble!’ whenever our team run formation starts falling apart.

Unfortunately my beautiful Sicario had only arrived in the UK two weeks prior, thanks to a shipping headache created by the  “B-that-must-not-be-named”. This led to a fairly manic week of trying to outfit the boat while it dominated my small flat. Fortunately, my panic prevailed and I more or less managed to fit the footrest and knee foam in time for at least a couple of sessions on the flat before I departed for Scotland. 

Above, the new boat takes over my flat. (Cardboard was used for templating the footest and was not the final product!)

However, this did mean that the Friday in Scotland was the first day I actually paddled the boat on ‘the rough’. Coincidentally this was also when I discovered that I hadn’t quite gotten everything to how I wanted it. Thus, despite some Friday fiddling, I found myself duct-taping additional foam hip pads into the boat with less than 20 minutes before my first sprint run. This is definitely not the best race prep I’ve ever done, yet it somehow wasn’t the worst or most chaotic pre-race I’ve had.

Unfortunately even with my last minute additions, my sprint results were a little disappointing. This wasn’t all too surprising given I was (or am) still getting used to the handling of the new boat and while I managed to mostly put the boat where I wanted it, I was struggling to find the power throughout the run. Still while it stung to be so far off the pace, I’m sure this will come with some time. Plus, Sunday was the classic, and classics are my jam.

We awoke Sunday fueled with a lovingly cooked family meal and fearful of forecasts of snow and sub-zero temperatures. Daylight savings had cruelly robbed us of an hour of precious sleep, but being as knackered as we were we’d mostly passed out around 9pm anyway. As we loaded kit into cars the weather was not nearly as frightful as forecast, but Scotland by and large had not received the notification that it was now officially Spring. This led to some debate on the shuttle as to what to wear for the race and emboldened by anything above 20C I opted for a shorty kag. Mostly, hoping that the threat of hypothermia would encourage me to get to the finish just that little bit quicker.

Phtotos from the weekends’ racing

I like classic racing. The longer distance just gives me a bit of time to settle into the race and I can focus on just getting the boat running well. That said I definitely spent the first few minutes of this race cursing Alex as his prophesied tail wind manifested itself as biting head wind, freezing hands and sucking all the speed from the boat. But once I’d dropped further into the rapids I  found my ‘happy’ place and began to feel comfortably at home in the new boat. This all seemed to pay off and having navigated the main Tully rapid with an appropriate amount of “face melt” I crossed the line to claim a 2nd place and the 19 points it brings.  Hopefully this should be enough to get me to Euros…

Arguably more important than my position was that with a time of 14:31.69 I’d beaten Kerry. This has become a bit of a running joke amongst the senior men but having beaten all the boys at the last couple of events she’s actually a real threat (and a lovely training partner). Honestly, I’m not quite comfortable with my 10s margin on a 14 minute race!

Selections part 2 of 3 comes this weekend at Nottingham’s own HPP, which will be the decider for the Senior, U23 and Junior worlds. Tune in to the next blog post for a slightly delayed recap of events! 

Photos by the lovely Dave Singleton

Full Results on https://www.wildwater.org.uk/