Abu Dhabi ITU Triathlon witnessed over 2000 athletes partake in one of the most exciting triathlons of the region. Indian triathlete Mohit Oberoi gives a first-person account.
The International Triathlon Union (ITU) World Triathlon Series held its first event in the middle-eastern city of Abu Dhabi on March 6-7, 2015. The event, held in collaboration with International Petroleum Investment Co (IPIC) saw numerous participants of various age groups race the course at Abu Dhabi’s Corniche in three distance categories – Sprint, Olympic and Maxi.
Indian triathlete Mohit Oberoi took part in the event along with two friends ( Mohit Satyanand aka Big Mo and Sanjay Suri) and wrote about his thrilling experience.
Back to Delhi after an epic 8-hour delayed flight from Abu Dhabi ETA. “BIG MO”( Mohit Satyanand) and I arrive groggy-eyed at 5.30 am on 9th March.
Anyway the setting was as amazing as it can be, at Abu Dhabi ITU triathlon. The awesome blue of the Corniche water, flags of various countries fluttering in the cool breeze…it was a great setting for age groupers like us ( Sanjay Suri, Big Mo and I ) and of course elite races to be held later in the day with the likes of Jonny Brornlee and three-time World champ like Javier Gomez competing in the men’s category and Gwen Jorgesson in the women’s.
Sprint (0.5km swim/20km bike/5km run)
Maxi( 1.5 swim/ 40km bike/ 10km run)
Olympic ( 2 km swim/ 80 km bike/ 20 km run).
I opted for the Maxi while Sanjay and Mo opted for the Olympic. We arrived two days before the start and tuned up the bikes, registered for the race, and all is going well till I break the hanger of the derailleur and also damage the Derrullier of the bike, the old Dynastik carbon frame.
The mechanic says this is “too beat up man!” .. and “we can’t find a hanger for this old machine!”
Heart-broken, the only option is a bike on rent, but everything was sold out! Hassan at the B-sport bike shop present at the venue said he had some Hybrid (straight handle ) aluminium frames coming in from an amusement park in Ras al Khammei in 2 hours. Looked like my “only hope” to do the event.
The rental bike came in, nice and simple hybrid with a baby carrier attachment bolted on it!! Managed to change the pedals on it with the “clip on MTB ones”, put the bike computer on it, and did a short 100 mtrs test ride. It was ready to go!
SWIM – BIKE
Here we go race day morning. The wet suit was optional and I decided not to wear one. The water temp was 22 degrees celsius – nice and cool. The start horn went off at 6:45 am for my age group and the 2 km swim started. Hung back, found a rhythm and here we go – it was like swimming in Faridabad’s Bhatti lakes – clear water, could see the sand at the bottom, lovely clean water, easy strokes and may have wandered a bit since no one was around. Completed the swim in 51 mins.
Out of the water, and a quick banana and on the bike here we go for 4 laps of 20 km each, it went fine except when we were overtaken often ( or all the time ). but on the 3rd lap (60 km ) I started to overtake some fancy bikes and chaps with ‘tear drop helmets”. Paced well and sucking in GU’S at a rapid rate, finished the 80 km in 2 hrs 45 mins, not too bad for the bike thankfully great cool conditions. Quick racking of the bike and put on my running shoes.
I met Sanju on the start of the run. We ran together feeling good, did 23.30 in the first 5 km. Overall flat and fast course, 5 km loops we need to do X 4 = 20 km. The last 150 mtrs on the blue carpet and finish chute with energy to spare. Felt good all through, kept an even pace and enjoyed the run to finish the 20km in 1.44. 57 mins. Happy with the run, and that I had energy to spare. Of course good, cool conditions helped!
Big MO and Sanju who were on the Olympic distance ( which started later ) finished just less than an hour earlier. Pints of Guinness and plates of Lebanese food went down quickly.
The elite event was magnificent, what a treat to watch such amazing athletes, lucky to be watching this live. The event was well organised, and it was my personal best effort in terms of timings — all this leading to my participation next year for sure.
About the author: Mohit Oberoi is a former India sport climbing team coach and adviser to the Indian Mountaineering Foundation. He has authored the country’s first rock-climbing guidebook, Guide to Rock Climbing In and Around Delhi. Mohit is the founder and owner of The Outdoor School, a climbing wall manufacturer that has helped build nearly all of India’s artificial climbing structures. He’s also the founder of Adventure 18, India’s first and most widely spread outdoor gear store.
This story originally featured in print, in the fall 2015 issue of The Outdoor Journal
Deep down under the sea, so far away from where you live, I have been through the last seconds of my life.
In 2005 or 2006 (oddly I don’t remember), I had the worst accident of my freediving career. After being world champion in variable weight apnea with a dive at 123 metres, where I used a weighted sled for descent and returned to the surface by pulling myself along a line and using my fins, I was training to go deeper.
“No matter what happens to you, you’re stuck underwater. There’s nowhere else to go.”
In my sport, risks are quite important. Imagine you’re running a 400-m race. You start way too fast, and after a few hundred meters you’re out of breath and you just can’t go anymore. What do you do? You just stop, walk a bit and slowly catch your breath again. When you’re free diving, no matter what happens to you, you’re stuck underwater. There’s nowhere else to go.
The basis of my sport is quite simple. Going beyond 100 meters is mythic. Only a few hardcore specialists, including the “no limit” guys can go beyond that. Athletes use a weighted sled to dive down and an inflatable bag to return to the surface. This means that the free diver reduces his energy loss to the max, and that’s exactly why he is able to go so deep. The world record is held by Austrian Herbert Nitsch: 249.5 metres on June 6, 2012, in Santorini, Greece. The problem is that at those depths, water pressure is unbelievable! At 100 m, for example, the pressure is about 11 kg per square centimeter of your skin. Consequently, the volume of air inside the human body is pressured and reduced too. Take an empty but sealed plastic bottle: If you get to this kind of depth, it’ll greatly deform. That plastic bottle is a metaphor for your body. This also means that if water manages to seep somewhere inside you through your mouth or nose, it will do so with such force that it’ll destroy everything in its path. Drowning is inevitable, and no Apneist can be saved in such case, even if experienced help quickly intervenes.
At great depths, nitrogen becomes narcotic and leads to what is called nitrogen narcosis. This kind of intoxication from staying in great depths for too long is the same as when you drink too much. In other words, you lose total control of your body and mind, and you become unaware of potential dangers. Acting like that underwater can kill you, as the slightest mistake will have incredible consequences. In my personal training, I mix apnea in variable weight and other constant weight dives, where I dive only with the force of my arms and legs.
Today, my team and I decide to put the weight to 118 m. I know I can go down 115 m, but we want to push a little, as it’s part of training. Once down, I’ll have no choice but to go back on my own. I also know there will be a small parachute and an oxygen tank hooked to the sled, but neither will be for me. The bottle empties very slowly and inflates the balloon. Both serve only to return equipment back to the surface. It’s easier for us to work like that rather than starting a counterweight system.
If I want to live, I have only four seconds to start my ascent. But I am stunned and unable to move. I think about my team: What will they do when they go down to find me, lifeless and filled with water?
“I feel my legs sinking knee-deep in a soft, thick and viscous material.“
I begin my descent. I pass my midterm diver. Very soon, it gets dark. I do not have glasses because they would serve me for nothing in this environment. So I stand, with my eyes closed. I’m relaxed and sinking slowly in the water like I’m used to. I feel the pressure now, but I also suddenly feel the sledge slowing. Then it stops, softly. Usually it stops dead. When I realize that something is wrong, I feel my legs sinking knee-deep in a soft, thick and viscous material. It is almost as if moving sands are closing in on me at 112 meters below the surface. It is actually a mixture of clay and silt, a mound a few meters higher than the sonar onboard the boat. It wasn’t identified even though it stood in the stack axis of the descent of my sledge. It’s nobody’s fault; sonar is not so precise.
In no time, I understand what’s happening to me. I’m stuck. I cannot get my feet outside the box, and I know there’s no exit door. I simply do not have enough oxygen to both work my way out of this with strength and go up as I have expected, swimming, with my hands and fins. If I want to live, I have only four seconds to start my ascent. But I am stopped, stunned and unable to move. I think about my team: What will they do when they go down to find me, lifeless and filled with water? I’m dying; that’s it. Today is the day. In 15 seconds, I will have consumed all the remaining air I was keeping for my ascent. I am also a few seconds away from being caught by nitrogen narcosis. I will go crazy right before dying.
“Did I become a vegetable?”
Suddenly, I have an idea. The parachute. Yes! I trigger the opening of the small air valve, which then rushes into the parachute. It’s working but it’s slow and long. So I wait, very still, with my eyes closed. I have no other choice. I try to relax. Everything at 112 m is multiplied by 10. One consumed oxygen molecule at the surface is equal to 10 or 12 molecules consumed at that kind of depth. One second is equivalent to 10 seconds. Time and life are both very cruel at the bottom of an ocean. I am now barely conscious. Finally, I remember feeling the chute tearing me away from my trap like a champagne cork. The ascent back to the surface, back to life, is way too long. When I reach the surface, I have strangely not entirely lost consciousness, but my body no longer responds to my brain. Did I become a vegetable? My team, frightened, retrieves and saves me. If I had not been so well-trained, I would not have survived this scary adventure. Instead of the planned 2 minutes and 40 seconds that I went down under water for, I stayed 3 minutes and 50 seconds. In the boat, I gradually recover and quickly regain all my abilities.
A few years later, I’m on a movie set doing 60-m free diving over and over all day long, and an air bubble is created in my brain on one of these repetitive dives. But instead of being redirected into my lungs, it remains stuck in my head. When ascending, inevitably, this tiny compressed air bubble suddenly decompresses and its size gets multiplied by six. I immediately lose consciousness. Later, I wake up in a hyperbaric chamber. I stay there for eight and a half hours. But when I wake up in that box, I cannot feel my body. I’m unable to move. For hours, I do not know if I will stay quadriplegic or not. This awakening in the box is one of my worst-ever memories of free diving. I do not understand what is happening to me. It takes me 30 minutes to remember that I was free diving and to deduce that I certainly had a bad accident.
Apnea is an extreme sport. I’ll remember it always. Yesterday I dived to 113 meters. I’ll do it again tomorrow.