3:55am wake up, Breakfast was the standard glass of water and two cups of coffee to clear out my system if you know what I mean. Followed by 2 vans waffles with almond butter and jam, a peanut butter chocolate chip macro bar, and 20oz/2scoops of Ultragen, about 1100 calories to top off the tank. I was already sick of food by this point after piling it on the last few days. Knowing that I would have to put down about a whole pop can worth of gels in the next few hours didn't help my motivation to eat.
|breast milk in run special needs bag?|
My mom, Erin, Axel and I got out the door by 5:15am and drove down to drop off special needs bags. From there it was just 400m to transition. Weather currently in the high 30s low 40s everyone was bundled up with as much makeshift clothing as they could put together. Threw a pair of bibs, base layer, throw away gloves, knee warmers, arm warmers, plastic garbage bag (to put on my chest under jersey), and a cycling jersey in my bike bag, and put two more stickers over my helmet vents to now completely cover them all. I tracked down a pair of scissors and cut the sleeve off my shirt to make a headband for the bike leg and threw that in there too. At a whopping 143lbs I lack any insulation... knew I would be miserable if I was cold on the bike and it would adversely affect my performance, the 30mph brisk winds wouldn't help my cause either. Thinking back to Muskoka last year, taking the extra minute or two in T1 paid dividends, to be comfortable on the bike in the cold is worth it in my eyes, as not being able to get core temp up would loose more than those 2 minutes.
|about to head out to the 'swim'|
Then headed in to the convention center right next to transition. Everybody and their mother was in there (literally) trying to stay warm. It was like walking through a mosh pit of shaved legs and wetsuits. I found a little space to put my wetsuit on between the masses (TYR Freak of Nature, thanks IAN and Sara.) Lost track of time and people gradually started filtering out to the beach. In typical fashion I hung around until about 6:50 (7am start) to see Erin Axel and my mom, then started running down to the beach, not exactly sure even where I was going. Everyone was walking the other way and a lady told me the swim has been canceled! Not going to lie, I wasn't exactly devastated by this news. Apparently the rescue crews, boats, paddle boarders, etc couldn't even make their way onto the swim course due to the rip current and strength/size of the waves coming in.
|83 years old - Ironman great Lew Hollander|
|back inside for T 0.5|
The blatant drafting and pace lines were starting to get on my nerves. Most people were doing a good job keeping their distance but two groups of 4 went by me. I decided to keep the second group in my sights, I eventually over took them and exchanged the lead with their ringleader for 8 miles or so. They had this thing for surging in front of you, cutting you off then slowing up to take in nutrition. I dropped back and field up myself a minute later an official pulled up and carded one or two of them about 100y up the road. That broke up the group for good and I went by them for good.
At about mile 70 I was in no mans land. As bib 1058 It seemed like I passed 800 or so, and the rest were way up the road. At an aid station I went by a guy in a T1 top, he and I (legally) worked together from about mile 70-100, only caught about 10 people in this time. He had put a little gap on me entering the final turn around, and was working on passing a 3man group who were riding each others wheels. I was about 50 yards back and put in a little effort to make up the ground. By the time I caught them, T1 guy was making the pass on the leader, about 5 feet wide of the group. the leader of the group swung out wide to ride T1 guy's wheel. He stuck 5 inches off his wheel for the minute it took me to surge past. Looking out for an honest athlete, as I passed I looked directly at the cheater and said "HEY HOW ABOUT GIVING HIM 7 LENGTHS…. YOU ---- -------" (won't repeat what I called him... fire house language and frustration got the best of me). He looked right at me and said something I couldn't make out as I went by and he tried to come with, but to no avail. We were coming up to a turn around at mile 95, I gapped the 4 guys by 20-30 seconds by then, we had another stare down as we passed each other at the U-Turn, he looked mean and quite mad. The guy was a monster and I was riding scared for a little bit, kept thinking he was going to catch me and throw a frame pump in my spokes. But he never did. Managed to catch a couple more guys on the way in to T2 (or "T" in this case).
1st hour: 1 bottle cytomax, 2 powergels, few sips of water with gels at aid stations
2nd hour: alternate perform and water, 3 powergels
3rd hour: alternate perform and water, 2 powergels, swig or two of EFS gel and water
4th hour: alternate perform and water, 3 powergels
5th hour: 1 bottle cytomax, 1 gel and water, swig of EFS gel
Total calories in: 1800
Total calories out: 4600 (garmin estimate - didn't wear HR)
Avg Speed: 22.6mph
Avg power: 230watts (garmin estimate - don't use power)
Got off the bike and felt like i nearly pulled my hammy, had to stop a second at the dismount grab my hamstring and stretch it out. My first step I felt an awful pain on the outside of my left foot. Running barefoot to grab my run bag I was thinking this is not good. I ripped off all my layers, got naked! and put on my run shorts/top. coming out of transition I took what seemed like the never ending pee, then headed on my way. 400m into the race I thought of stopping, I couldn't imagine running 26 miles with this much pain in my foot. My body and lungs felt amazing, but sharp shooting pain every single step was hard to take my mind off of. First mile was 6:42 and Erin said Todd told her in needed to run faster. ugh.
Erin and my mom said they'd be at mile one, figured I would at least get there and see how it feels. I saw them and got a little lift from their energy. No update on my place, as the tracker was delayed 20 minutes but Byers was doing his best to relay the details from home to Erin out in the field! Officially got off the bike in 11th (48 overall), but with the staggered start had no idea where I was. The foot went on hurting and would not go away. I found that running on the opposite side of the banked road helped a bit with the pain. Left hand turns were not happening, I had to pretty much stop, turn my body 90 degrees then continue running. At the first turn around I did a pretty sweet Derek Zoolander left hand turn by doing a 360 right hand turn around the cone. The volunteers at the turn around were impressed. Im not an Ambiturner!
The first 6.5 miles everything was feeling good except the foot. By this point realized I could try to ignore it and at least finish. We had the wind with us on the way out, but after the turn we were headed straight into it. Managed to stay under goal pace for 10 miles, then slowly started to lose it from miles 10-14. The foot was still killing and the inevitable burning quads started to flair up. Now not only every left foot stride, but every single step I was breaking down. Continued to slow into the wind and into the 2nd lap. The volunteers had my special needs bag out already and handed me my flat red bull in a plastic water bottle, which I sipped on for the next mile. Mile 14-19 managed to pick up the pace a bit again with the wind.
At about mile 15 two guys passed me running together. Erin had just told me at mile 14 I was sitting in 5th or 6th place, I tried to go with them, even if just for a half mile. I hung on for dear life thinking there was still a shot at a slot. I was surprised I managed to go with them for the next 5 miles. We dropped one guy at an aid station, then there were two of us. Into the wind now for the final 6.5 miles I took a turn in front, we talked briefly, said we would take half mile pulls, I did my one pull into the wind and that was it. He went to the front on a sandy turn and I couldn't go. Tried to just focus on my turnover, keeping it short and quick, but my legs had nothing left. I kept him in sight but that's about all I could do. Suffered though the final three miles, finished and felt like complete crap! Only managed to move up 3 spots on the run in my group, 13 spots overall. As Kenny said "boys are running!" Perhaps the most challenging race day yet and it was great to try to mix it up with such a competitive field.
Its now been about 30 hours since finishing and still struggling to do the basics like walk, bend, step, sit on the toilet, comprehend registering for another Ironman, etc.
Calories out: 3200 estimated
Calories in: no idea
Nutirion: 1 powergel out of T2, then perform and water at the first 5 aid stations. Then started going shopping whatever i could get my hands on, coke, water, perform, GU (note to IM salted caramel has to be the most disquieting flavor to have on course) I grabbed 3 GUs on the run and they were all the same awful flavor.
mile 1: 6:42 mile 7: 7:01 mile 13: 7:46 mile 19: 7:26 mile 25: 8:11
mile 2: 6:56 mile 8: 7:07 mile 14: 7:36 mile 20: 7:47 mile 26: 7:53
mile 3: 7:00 mile 9: 7:09 mile 15: 7:20 mile 21: 7:56
mile 4: 7:00 mile 10: 7:14 mile 16: 7:17 mile 22: 7:57
mile 5: 7:01 mile 11: 7:17 mile 17: 7:19 mile 23: 8:06
mile 6: 7:02 mile 12: 7:28 mile 18: 7:22 mile 24: 8:05
|after a wheel chair ride to massage and some bad pizza|
|Finally back after a long day for us all|
4th American amateur
1st American 30-34, the most competitive AG of the day