Lothar Leder (GER) (photo, leading) battled nearly the
entire day with his friend and foe, Chris "Macca" McCormack
(AUS), and despite his talk about not planning to race
tactically, Sunday's Quelle Challenge Roth (3.8 km S/180 km
B/42.2 km R) came down to exactly that. Leder made his well-
calculated move at about 200 meters for a literal sprint to the
finish and his record fifth title at Roth. His 8:11:50 and
Macca's 8:11:53 left them both splayed on the ground after what
more than 100,000 on-course spectators will call one of the
greatest races in triathlon history.
"I tried to attack two times in the course of the marathon, but
Chris was able to catch up both times, so the race turned out
very exciting for the spectators (and) for us as well," said
Leder the champion, who knew he had only one more shot to pull
away from the former ITU world champion short-course
McCormack. "I was really surprised that it was such a close
race."
"I expected to be ahead of him," said McCormack, who started the
run only 45 seconds after die Konig von Roth. As countless
people here, including the Aussie, recalled, the day was
reminiscent of the unforgettable Dave Scott - Mark Allen match-
ups. "He's an amazing athlete, and he's so strong. Running
together the whole time, I thought, 'I'm a short course athlete.
I will hang with him, take him in the end. It came down to
strategy." For two superstars who are well heeled in Olympic
distance racing, this eight-hour race was every bit as close as
the ones which last less than one-quarter the time.
The Leder-McCormack differentials show just how tight things
were throughout the 226 kilometers race on this partly cloudy,
slightly windy day. The temperature started out cool, but warmed
to mild as the sun rose to noon.
Swim: Australian iron-distance triathlete and standout swimmer
Stephen Sheldrake, who was a late entry to Roth, swam alone for
47:20 in the cold canal water. Bryan Rhodes (NZL) led the chase
group of women's swim leader Ute Muckel (GER), Tom Soderdahl
(FIN) and McCormack. Leder was off the back and not able to stay
in their wake. "Stephen swam over me, and I should have gone
with him," said Rhodes. "Me and Macca were doing a catch-up
stroke, to stay with Ute, but it held us back. We should have
dropped them, too."
Sheldrake exited the canal to the sound of much more than 10,000
already wildly loud spectators who lined its banks and bridges.
It's about 50 m from the swim exit to the tent, and another 50 m
back to the lowest-numbered bikes - all with clear sightlines
for spectators along the ground and in the bleachers.
Muckel exited 150 meters behind with Macca right on her heels.
Soderdahl, McCormack, Mika Luoto (FIN), and then Francois
Chabaud (FRA) exited by 50:13, with the barely-swim-trained
Andriy Begen (UKR) a long and lonely 14 seconds behind.
Alexander Taubert (GER) and Matthias Fritch (GER) followed, and
Leder docked at 50:42 with landsmen Bernd Eichhorn and Ulf
Bartels in tow. Roth had world-class swim times, indeed. Leder,
+:35.
Transition 1: This early in the race, there was neither a crowd
nor breakfast buffet in the changing tent to slow things down,
but somehow the Aussie got lost inside or the German hurried to
make up some time. Leder, +:22.
Bike: Sheldrake rode hard for quite some time, and held a two-
minute lead over McCormack, Leder, Chabaud and Luoto. Rhodes and
and Taubert paced each other from a distance. "We were going
hard for the first 20 'k'. Stephen was riding pretty hard but
the boys caught him up the hill at Greding," Rhodes detailed. "I
thought this was a little bit fast for me so I stayed with Alex
for a while."
"Lothar made up a gap of seven minutes, and he is a stronger
runner," Chabaud said after the race, talking about the pressure
on the bike. "What can you do to keep him behind you?"
Heiko Tewes (GER), a popular domestic athlete, Hawaii qualifier
and scrapper on the bike course, joined the mix here. World's
Best series runner-up Margus Tamm (EST) and Harald Funk (GER),
husband to second place woman and World's Best runner-up Heike
Funk (GER), gradually worked past other riders, including
today's very strong seventh place finisher Alejandro Santamaria
Perez (SPA) in his Euskatel-colored one-piece suit. He would
later say in Spanish, "I was hoping for top ten, and this is
really fantastic." At the same time, age grouper Jurgen Meymann
(GER) was waking up from his 1:06:12 swim, all the while tearing
through other riders en route to a monster 4:40:01 bike split
over this curving, hilly course. He took 12th overall, posting
the fastest bike split outside of the top three finishers of the
day. Luoto was also clicking off riders as he regained position
and the four minutes lost in an earlier flat.
At 60 km, Chabaud "had a big problem on the bike. I (flatted) my
wheel, I must repair it, and I lost four minutes. I was riding
with Lothar and Chris, and after that I stayed alone." It
clearly frustrated France's top iron-distance triathlete, as he
explained further in English. "When I (flatted) I was
thinking, 'In Embrum and I flatted and afterward I crashed, and
I still won the race.'
"In the Tour de France, the guys crash. And then they go back on
the bike and still finish. So for me, it was not a good reason
to not finish the race, and besides, my feet felt good and I
knew I could run." Chabaud stuck things out, and as he is known
to do, the powerful rider drove on. He would not make up all of
the time, however.
On a flat straight at about 90 kilometers, Rhodesy was riding
just barely in Taubert's sight and 10 minutes down from the
front-runners. He was complaining of a consistent "thwap" but
could not tell if it was in his deep-dish front or disc rear
wheel, and the "poom!" came about 5 km later. Rhodesy flatted.
Before his feet hit the grass on the side of the road, the burly
New Zealander was pulling off the sew-up. Barely a word out of
him, he laid his only spare and began to inflate it with a shot
of gas, only to have the tire valve break off. He had no patch
kit. Race management following his ride called back to
transition seeking a bike support vehicle, but none would
arrive.
Fifteen minutes passed quickly as the rider tried a few tricks
to inflate the tire, and eventually, frustrated, he yelled out
in his Kiwi accent one of the few German words he
knew, "sheise!" When he began to see numerous riders shoot by
and knew support was nowhere near, Rhodes called it a day. "This
is one race I really wanted. I hate having to drop out, mate. I
mean, a few minutes ago I was just thinking, 'I'm ready to keep
racing just for the t-shirt and finishers medal.'" He would
return later on, showered, groomed and excited to watch his
friends sprint in the stadium. "It was amazing just to be a part
of the actual racing in Roth. There are so many top stars here,
you can't help but get a caught up in it all, even watching."
In the meantime, Leder pushed the pace up front and Macca stayed
with him, leaving the third position rider, Chabaud, further
back in no-man's-land, nearly nine minutes behind them but still
turning the gear.
The others were, at this point, completely out of striking
distance, but would still relish the competition for the top ten
places as well as the Biermeile in Eckersmuhlen, Tour de France-
like crowds, race announcers and pop music at the seven-percent
grade Solarerberg and 10-percent grade Kalvarienberg climbs.
Around the course there were at least three red devil characters
were seen chasing, spurning and pushing the riders, and they no
doubt pursued all 1,500-plus individual athletes and nearly 400
relay riders. For Leder, perhaps, the only devil was the one
from Down Under, who relentlessly pursued him.
"We were close together, so that was exciting," said Leder, who
said the wind on the course slowed their second bike lap
down. "When I woke up in the morning and saw the strong wind, I
knew a record wouldn't be possible." Nonetheless, he posted a
4:27:28 split. McCormack rode 4:28:13 and Chabaud a 4:36:51,
both in their first iron-distance outing in Bavaria. The Aussie
had trained a bit on the course and also won the local short-
course Rothsee Triathlon just a week earlier. Leder, who knows
this iron-distance course inside and out, would enter transition
only a few seconds ahead of the challenger. Macca, +:3.
Transition 2: The Aussie entered transition only three seconds
behind, but again had a tea party while the German ordered at
the drive-thru. Macca, +:38.
Run: McCormack paced and chased in strong running form to about
the 9 km mark at which point he caught up to the man in the very
visible yellow Deutsche Post uniform. Leder had pulled off
behind a bush on the side of the gravel path, along the canal
where earlier in the day Macca's swim group had the same short
lead on him. He had a bandage of some sort in his hand, and he
quickly, in caught-by-surprise fashion, jumped back on the
laufstrecke, the run course. Nobody asked what or why, nobody
had time, as the race was once again literally neck-and-neck.
Race marshals, journalists and spectators watched them run side-
by-side and at times with Macca just a meter behind, perhaps
hanging on for life or just using every bit of draft he could
get. Still, while the Down Under wonder looked more graceful
than the man he struggled to keep up with, he did not look as
tough.
The leaders were running this flat marathon at a 4:05 per km
pace, and amazingly enough, Leder had energy to talk. Leder
worried about Taubert and their splits, and he kept turning his
head to check on his competitor's condition. He asked McCormack
a few times to come up and join him, shoulder to shoulder. They
were all signs that the stoic German warrior indeed felt
threatened, and it showed in his face. McCormack was feeling the
effort and calculating his moves.
"We made the turnaround on the canal and we were cooking back.
His tempo was just too quick, so I let him go. I ran most of the
canal alone on the way back," said the Aussie. He fell back
somewhere around the 15 km mark. "It was hard. I kept wondering
if I shouldn't have let him go." He kept Leder always in
sight. "When I caught him, I tried for three or four 'k' to drop
him," but that would not happen.
Race director Herbert Walchshofer and Quelle Challenge Roth's
top sponsors, Quelle and Deutsche Post, could not have asked for
a prettier sight. The latter, Germany's official mail service
and one of the world's leading international couriers, is also
the courier partner for the former, Europe's leading mail order
merchandiser, and two of the world's fastest triathletes were
running side by side for nearly 33 km, wearing their logos,
talking and passing sponges and making sure the other got aid
station support. Macca sported the Quelle logo, and Leder that
of Deutsche Post. The image portrayed was in every way as
brilliant as the athletes' work, which got even more
spectacular.
Shortly after 35 km, the runners' lead bicyclists, television
and still photographers' motorcycles and dozen or so bike-riding
spectators grew nearly into a parade. From in front of Leder and
McCormack, one could lose track counting after about 30
followers when the rest blended together and were out-of-focus.
And as far as the athletes were concerned, the fun was over now,
and there was no more talking - the last seven kilometers were
silent between the four-time winner and the man looking to knock
him off.
By 41 km, the sideline spectators drew closer, making the course
wide enough for not much more than a motorcycle, and their
cheers were indiscernible and deafening. At the sharp left turn
at about 200 meters, Leder made his first move - he took the
left side of the narrow berth. "As we made the sharp left turn
he took the inside, (and) went from the right to the left side.
I said, 'damn, he's got the inside,'" recalled McCormack. "I was
right behind him, but it was his lead. It came down to tactics."
Leder did not appear to increase his pace much at that point,
but in the shadow underneath the bridge, just 75 meters or so
from the stadium and another 75 to the end, the slow motion
break for the end zone began.
Leder cut back slightly right and then in nearly a lunge
straightened out up the middle, bursting with all he had left.
His strategy was amazingly sharp and worked as stereotypically
exacting as a German's plans should. McCormack responded perhaps
a blink-of-an-eye too late. Tendons in their necks were taught,
stomach and quad muscles were at bursting, redline levels, both
Macca and Leder's teeth gritted, and with absolutely no sound,
their cries were as loud as anyone ever heard. This was a Tour
de France stage sprint finish without wheels.
Leder then broke left into and through the threshold of street
to stadium, the part spectators never see, and he burst onto the
green runway carpet for the final two left turns. He nearly
clipped a potted plant on the last corner. It was at the same
time a short but discernible gap, for after he crossed under the
finish gantry and collapsed, McCormack had still that very
short, very last straight to go. Macca, +:03.
The stadium was wild, the bleachers shook from the volume of the
spectators and announcers, and regardless of the finish places,
this was the race McCormack, Leder and thousands of others
dreamed it could be. This was Rocky Balboa and Apollo Creed -
friends and opponents, perfect sportsmen and showmen in their
own way, and the best at what they do. This was Lothar Leder and
Chris McCormack.
For a very brief but noticeable moment, the stadium's 3,000
screaming fans nearly fell silent as the winner lie face-down on
the ground, five meters over the finish line on the left side,
his body heaving for breath, while at the very same time his
noble, equally heroic, runner-up lie in murder-scene-outline
shape on the ground, immediately past the finish line on the
right and nearly still. Race management and finish line staff
surrounded each triathlete, waited, helped, supported, and
lifted, and when the air cleared of those fully clothed and
Leder regained his strength, he stood below the blue-and-white
Challenge Roth finish structure, took a gulp of Erdinger
Alkoholfrei bier from a meter-tall glass and dumped the almost
10 liters more over himself. The party had only begun and only
got wilder into the night.
Leder and McCormack did a live interview with Bavarian
television, which was also shown in the stadium, and then music
came back up. Walchshofer and his colleagues greeted the crowd,
and then fireworks and a "THANKS" sign brightened the arena. The
stands stayed filled through the last finisher, Andreas Bischoff
(GER), who crossed the line in nearly twice the time it took
Leder. He came back out to run the green carpet in reverse
direction, whipping his arms up in the air and getting the
spectators even rowdier than before, and then race directors
invited everyone onto the track. A conga line ensued, and the
music went on for another hour.
"At the end of an Ironman, it does not come down to speed. It's
your strength," McCormack said later, before the press
conference. "Lothar is a strong, strong athlete." And so is
Bischoff.
Having previously been to Roth only as a spectator, Macca's
heart-felt experience on the course was to come out. "I have
done maybe 200 triathlons in my career, but I have never seen
anything like this. It was absolutely fantastic. I will be back
next year if they'll have me," he said. "I want my name on that
trophy." At the post-race press conference, and again at the
awards ceremony, both Quelle and TEAMChallenge management wasted
not a moment to let him know that he is invited back for 2004.
At Monday's ceremony, the predominantly German crowd of nearly
3,000 athletes and spectators gave the Roth first-timer an
extended, overwhelming welcome when he approached the stage for
his second place award. The man who openly stated his intentions
was humbled. The winner was proud and professional, and knows
that adding to his five wins in Roth could be the toughest
challenge of 2004.
Quotable:
Rhodes said of his DNF: " Now I know how it feels here. You've
got to have bad ones to have the good ones, and I've got
unfinished business." The spectators were, he added, "just
outstanding. It was intense. It would be great if we could get
that kind of crowd at every Ironman."
Notes:
The second annual Quelle Challenge Roth had more than 2670
participants from 32 countries - including first-time entries
from Egypt and South Africa. About 380 relay teams have been
registered and more than 420 individuals raced for the
International German Championship, which was held in conjunction
with the Challenge. In addition to the 2,354 German athletes, 30
Swiss, 25 French, 20 English, 18 American, 15 Canadian, 14
Danish, 12 Italian, and numerous triathletes from 24 other
countries participated. Local police and government officials
said more than 100,000 spectators were along the course - more
than any other race of its distance in the world.
Lothar Leder and his wife Nicole Leder (GER) both won the
World's Best series, which is comprise of a middle distance,
then short distance and finally the ultra-distance Challenge
triathlon, all within one month. Margus Tamm (EST) and Heike
Funk (GER) were the runners up, respectively. Tamm came in from
Estonia for each race weekend, and returned to his full-time
career as a fire fighter each week. Funk, a mother of three,
beat Nicole Leder at the two shorter distance races, and
said, "maybe I should have gone harder at both of them" after
Leder reported to consider not racing Roth due to difficult
recovery over the last two weeks.
Quelle Challenge Roth's sponsors include: Quelle AG, Deutsche
Post AG, N-ERGIE, DB Regio, Powerbar, Sparkasse Mittelfranken
Sud, Philips, Erdinger Alkoholfrei, Arndt, County of Roth, City
of Roth, City of Hilpolstein, Coca-Cola, Frankenbrunnen, Zeus
Copy, Paladin, Hofmann, Jura Kaelte, Lorenz & Kollegen, Flor &
Sohn, Spedition Heinloth, CarbonSports GmbH and BIESTMILCH.com.
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