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Ironman Chattanooga 2014 – Race Report

After doing my first 140.6-mile Ironman triathlon in 2011, it took three years for me to pull the trigger again and sign up for another. Or more accurately, I should say it took three years for me to be able to convince my wife that I could do it while continuing to be a decent husband and father. It was a BIG task, but I finished the race and I’m still allowed to live at home, so that’s a victory!

My daughter's idea of inspiration.

My daughter’s idea of inspiration.

Knowing what my family sacrificed in order to give me the time I needed/wanted to train properly for this race, I figured I owed it to them and myself to give my absolute best effort on race day. That was my plan. I held out hope of possibly qualifying for a World Championship spot in Kona, Hawaii. I didn’t know exactly what it would take, but the 40-44 age group is typically the most-competitive in the sport. I figured I would need to go at least under 9:50:00 to even have an outside chance at a roll down spot (if someone chooses not to accept a qualifying spot, they give it to the next guy on the list… and so on.)

Unlike in Florida three years ago when just my wife came to the race, this time I was thrilled that my two children would also be there. Chattanooga is a great city and there were a lot of activities to keep them busy while I was racing. I highly recommend this race if you have a family.

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When I signed up for IMChoo, I knew I wanted to race to the absolute best of my ability. My coach/friend/mentor, Chance Regina of AVC Endurance, put together a GREAT training plan for me leading up to the race. All I had to do was listen to him. This is a lot easier said than done… We started training almost 10 months before the actual race day. He significantly reduced my racing schedule to make sure I stayed healthy and focused on the task at hand. I only raced three times (1 sprint, 1 olympic, and 1 half-iron distance) before Chattanooga. Along the way, we added only one other minor goal… sub-40 at the Peachtree Road Race (goal accomplished). Occasionally I would lob a “hey, what if I did XYZ race…?” question at him. He almost always said “no.” I’m glad I listened to him. By the time Chattanooga rolled around, I was in the best shape of my life — at 43 yeas old — and ready to get after it!

Proud coach (in blue) with AVC athletes (L-R) Tad, me, and Bryan

Proud coach (in blue) with AVC athletes (L-R) Tad, me, and Bryan

The only thing I wish I had done before the race was scout the course… I had planned to ride or run the course several times before the race, but each time a family obligation came up. I promised my wife that I would never let training or racing take precedent over a family activity. Regardless, I spoke with many people who trained on the course and felt I had a pretty good idea of what to expect. The hills on the second-half of the run loop were a bit more than I expected. Thankfully, coach had me run countless hill repeats leading up to race day. I was WELL-prepared for the hills I encountered.

After the race, I sent coach a note recapping the training and race day (I stole the handy template from Tad.) He’s the guy in the Captain American helmet “encouraging”other competitors while riding his bicycle.

Tad sharing bicycle-riding wisdom with Jason.

Tad sharing bicycle-riding wisdom with Jason.


Here is a recap of my training and race day, as told by me to my coach.

Overall Summary:
 VERY pleased with my day. Trained hard, raced hard, had a better result than expected. Rolled the dice and tried for a Kona slot, but it wasn’t meant to be. Swim could have been better, but that’s about the only thing I would improve upon. Even with a faster swim, I still would have been 13th in 40-44 as the 12th place guy was 7 mins ahead of me. I was 19 mins away from the final Kona spot in my AG. That’s a HUGE gap. 20 guys in 40-44 went sub-10, including 7 who went sub-9:30. Winner of 40-44 AG was 2nd-fastest overall amateur. FAST day!

Training: 
Couldn’t have been better. I think I did about 98.5% of the workouts on the calender. The bike miles through the winter paid off BIG time on the run. Your advice of limiting my race schedule to focus on my “A” race was spot on. Having 4 races – Sprint, Olympic, Half, Full – was a perfect race buildup. I came into the race HEALTHY (go figure!) rested and confident. I was ready to get it on.

  • Swim – Training was fantastic. All of my time at Dynamo could not have prepared me better for race day. I had absolutely ZERO concern over it being a non-wetsuit swim. My practice swim in Louisville was a BIG confidence boost, too.
  • Bike – I think this was the single biggest difference in my race. I had fewer run miles than I would have liked, but we avoided injury and built a really strong bike base. When people say “the bike sets up the run” … this is the proof. Late in the ride (about Mile 80), I found myself leading a pack of about 6-8 guys. When I spun easy up one hill to save my legs, several of them surged past me. I quickly caught them on the downhill (because they repeatedly wasted their effort on the uphill and then chose to recover by soft-pedaling the downhill.) Downhill are NOT for coasting! When they then all started switching places and forming a bit of an annoying, rotating pack, I was able to hammer a hard effort for about 90 seconds and dropped most of them for good. I did NOT want to get a penalty after having had pulled them along for about 10-15 miles. Never in a million years did I think I would ever be the guy at the front of the line during an IM bike leg, let alone be the guy who would then be able to drop the group without much concern.
  • Run– Being able to shift my training from the speed work we did early in the tri season and as we geared up for the sub-40 Peachtree goal, worked well. Yes, some of the hills on the second lap of IMChoo course were tough, but not nearly as tough as they could have been. The many days spent doing mile repeats at 6:10/mile pace in the pouring rain at 6 am were harder… 10×3-min hill repeats were harder… the 3-hour trail run at Kennesaw Mountain was harder… I had a full library of mental images and experiences to rely upon to get me through the tough spots.

Race summary: – Thrilled. You knew the goal was sub-10 but I didn’t tell a lot of people that it was my goal because I wasn’t sure I could do it. Then they added 4 miles to the bike and it became a bigger doubt in my mind. Yes, the swim was fast, but I don’t think it completely canceled out the extra bike miles. I still think the bike added about 4 mins to the course when you subtract the swim current. With all of that considered, I still would have come in under 10.

  • Swim:  Ran down the ramp with no hesitation. Tapped the initials I had written on my arm for my mom (3-yr anniversary of her passing) and jumped in without hesitation. As I sank down under the water, I realized somebody might jump on top of me. Luckily, nobody did. Settled into a decent rhythm fairly quickly. How to attack the swim still remains the missing link… I was confident and had no anxiety at all, but trying to gauge the appropriate level of effort is still tough to figure out. I’ve run numerous marathons (and know what my HR/pace numbers should be) and have done countless long rides (again, my data tells me the effort I should be putting out). But without those numbers on the swim and with only one other race-day 2.4-mile OWS under my belt, it’s hard to judge. In the end, I think I could have gone a bit harder and maybe shaved a couple of minutes, but I’m still ok with it. (Wore the Fusion speedsuit under the TYR swimskin. It was a non-wetsuit swim so I had to roll it down under the swimskin and then pull it up on the way to T1) 

    Exiting swim, pulling up Fusion Speedsuit.

    Exiting swim, pulling up Fusion Speedsuit.

  • Bike:  Thought I was going out too hard, but realized that it was just a really fast part of the course. HR was steady at 152 (low zone 3) for the entire ride. I thought about trying to get the avg down under 150, but just rode consistent and steady on the flat sections, focused on not working too hard on the uphill sections and let it fly on the downhills. Mind started to drift a bit in the middle of the ride and really had to re-focus on my nutrition and making sure I stayed hydrated. Went through my 4 bottles of NUUN. Grabbed a water bottle at every single aid station… took BIG gulp of water and tossed the bottle each time. Peed 5 times on the bike… getting really good at this skill. Nailed my nutrition plan throughout the bike.
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  • Run:As we discussed before the race, I thought your initial run plan was a bit too conservative but I understand why. Better to be too conservative than too aggressive when it comes to the marathon distance, especially an IM marathon. Needless to say, when you approached me at the start of the run and told me to roll the dice and start trying to run people down, I was happy to hear it. The fact that I was actually “happy” to know that you were giving me the green light to run harder for an IM marathon says a lot about where my fitness level/state of mind was.
  • Start of the run. (Photo credit: Trijuice.com)

    Start of the run. (Photo credit: Trijuice.com)

    Soon after the above pic was taken by Nick Morales of TriJuice.com (Great seeing you, Nick), coach approached and told me I was 22nd in my AG after a 5:14 ride. He asked how I was feeling. And after a smart ride, I knew was feeling strong and ready to run. We adjusted the run plan on the fly. He told me there were 4-5 guys in my AG just up the road. “Start running them down.” Then the last thing he said as I ran away stuck with me for rest of the run… “Don’t be afraid, Mike. Don’t be afraid!”  I’d never thought about racing like this before. Basically, this was his way of saying “trust your training.” Three years ago, I was capable of going faster, but I was afraid to take a chance of blowing up. My goal this time was different. Have a GREAT race or blow up trying. Either way, I was determined to have NO regrets!

    As the founder of AVC Endurance, coach has a favorite saying: Amat Victroia Curam. Simply put… Victory Loves Preparation. Thanks to him, I was prepared and he knew it.

    I walked many of the aid stations, especially late in the race to make sure I got hydration/fuel. I’m not going to lie… it also gave me a slight mental break from time to time. Probably cost me about 2 mins over the course of the 26.2. this is the ONLY regret I have about my run. Still, I was able to finish strong and I think I might have even negative-split the run… it’s VERY close. First 13 miles = 1:46, second 13 miles = 1:46·       

    Seeing my family on the bridge was AWESOME!

    Seeing my family on the bridge was AWESOME!

    On the second half of the run, I kept seeing another coach on the course with one of his athletes. I must have passed him 5x. The last time I passed him, with about 6 miles to go, he said “AVC, you’re looking stronger every time I see you.” I felt strong, but it was good to hear it. All of the on-course support from all of the ATL-area teams —  All3Sports, Dynamo, TricoachGeorgia, Endurance Concepts, North GA Tri Club — was awesome. Special shoutout to Stacy Sims for the on-course ass-slapping, Kathryn Honderd O’Day for running all over the place blowing her heart out on her green Dynamo Vuvuzela alongside Allen Heaton — the bike whisperer, and AVC athlete FauxRunner, who drove out to cheer everybody on.

    Stacy - OWNING it!

    Stacy – OWNING it!

    Shanks, El Diablo and BPease. 'MURICA! #Hashtag

    Shanks, El Diablo and BPease. ‘MURICA! #Hashtag

    The toughest part of the run came at about Miles 22-24 climbing the hills on the other side of the river. Let’s just say I was happy to see my coach on the hills. His words: “and you thought you were going to suffer out here alone?”

    Based on my math, I knew I would need to finish before 5:48pm to break 10 hours. As I approached the last pedestrian bridge and headed for home, coach approached me again and said “We’re KILLING sub-10. KILLING IT!” (or something along those lines.) and gave me a mighty low-five as I ran by. I could see the joy on his face and the fact that he used the word “we” let me know he was in it with me. I was beyond elated to be able to perform the way I wanted to on race day… and to be able to validate all of the time and training coach and I did together… even though I was not showing the same sort of outward happiness.
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    Coming across the pedestrian bridge for the final time, I thought I spotted Herbert Krabel of Slowtwitch.com with his camera. Sure enough, a few days later he posted this pic with the caption… “man on a mission.” That’s exactly how I felt.

    Terminator mode...engaged

    Terminator mode…engaged

    So many things can go wrong on race day. I know I was fortunate to come out on the positive side on this day. Crossing the last bridge, his words of wisdom were “I know you’re in the (pain) cave, but I need you to give me a little something extra!” Man, I HATE it when he’s right! Time to dig a little…Final mile clocked in at 7:17.  I finished with a 3:33 marathon, the 11th fastest time in my AG, and 9:49:55 overall. Looking at this below pic taken by my wife, I’m pretty sure I went after it…

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    My time was 38 mins faster than IMFL in 2011. I was psyched. However, Kona was not to be. I’m ok with that… for now.
    In addition to my improved time, the best part about IMChoo over IMFL was the below picture. It was AWESOME to be able to hug my wife and kids… after I got out of the medical tent, that is.

    Dad was a bit stinky...

    Dad was a bit stinky…

  • Mental: I’ve always believed my mental strength was one of my better traits as a competitor. Maybe this is due to the Napoleon complex I always had from my days of being an “annoying little sh!t” on the ice during my youth hockey days. I guess I tend to adopt the “it’s not the size of the dog in the fight that matters, but the size of the fight in the dog” philosophy. However, with only one IM to my credit, I still had some doubts about how I would react while doing a hard 140.6-mile effort. Happy to say that I won the mental battle on this day. The fact that I could barely walk two days later told me that my mind made my legs do something that they didn’t want to do.
  • Nutrition: No issues. UCan served me well. Felt that I might have been taking in too many solid calories on the bike, so I backed off a bit, but made sure I stayed on top of the hydration plan. Some of the coke on the run was very fizzy, so I was careful about taking in too much carbonation. Had about 3-4 gels late on the run and a salt tab about every 45 mins.

I agree with what Tad told you…  as much as I didn’t want to see you out on the run course, I knew I wanted you out there. You have a way of poking and prodding just enough to drag that extra effort out of me without making me too mad. Your words at the start of the run echoed in my head as I ticked off the miles… “Don’t be afraid!” I think I did a decent job of tossing my fear out the window and went after it as hard as I could have without blowing up. You prepared me well and I consider my race to be a personal victory.

Editor’s note: Soon after I finished, I spent some time in the medical tent getting an IV bag of fluids and a light massage. Soon after, coach found me and gave me a serious hug. I could tell he was happy for me. It was a LEGIT bro hug. I couldn’t help but think of this scene from Jerry Maguire:

 I won’t say never, but as of now I don’t think there will be a next time… at least not at the 140.6 distance. Maybe when I enter the 50-54 AG.  In the meantime, let’s get back to Boston…

Later that night, we tracked AVC athlete Laura B, whom I had coached leading up to her first IM. We soon learned that she had crashed while out on the bike and was out on the run course with a broken arm. I found her on the other side of the pedestrian bridge, running along with her husband. She was in bad physical shape, but determined to finish. Her attitude was perfect… “I’m not dead!” she said. What she went through showed the true spirit of “endurance” sports. It doesn’t really matter how fast or slow you go, it only matters that you give your best effort and don’t quit.

Even Mike Reilly — the voice of Ironman —  was clearly impressed with Laura’s effort as he called out those fateful words… “Laura… You. Are. An Ironman!” And now I know how my coach felt. It was a special moment watching her cross the finish line and a great way to end a special day. As Laura would later say… “BEST. DAY. EVER!”

Laura B getting it DONE!

Laura B getting it DONE!

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Tri The Parks Blalock Lakes Sprint – race report

This past weekend marked the first race of my 2014 season. I figured that’s worth at least a brief race report.

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The Tri The Parks triathlon series is a well-known, long-standing set of races in Georgia. TriBlueSky does a GREAT job with the races and the May 31 Blalock Lakes sprint, the 2nd race in the series, was no exception. The course is very fair, but still challenging for all levels of racers.  The 15-mile bike is mostly rolling hills, allowing you to go fast on flat sections and descents and keep a steady pace on the uphills.

The 600M swim takes place in a small lake in the middle of a neighborhood. The water temp was 80F on race day (no wetsuit).

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The bike course does one loop on the open roads surrounding the area. There were a few turns, but everything was well-marked and the volunteers (thank you!) did a great job of making sure you knew when a turn was approaching. (I may or may not have a history of making wrong  turns in races).

The run course is an out-and-back over the rolling hills of the neighborhood. The best way to describe the course is “honest”. It makes you work for it. If you are willing to dig deep and do the work, you can make up ground on your competitors. If you slack off and let the hills get to you, you’ll quickly be caught or passed by others.

I was fortunate to be able to do this race with some great friends and teammates on the All3Sports Race Team. This is a top-notch group of athletes supported by one of the industry’s top triathlon shops. All3Sports also sponsors the race series and is on site to support ALL athletes, not just those who race as part of the team, during the Tri The Parks races.

Now for the actual race. Quick background… I’ve done an Ironman-distance triathlon before, qualified for the Boston Marathon and completed numerous half ironman-distance races before, but I had never done a sprint-distance tri. As somebody who likes to race, not just “finish”, I knew the translation of the term “sprint” was “PAIN!” How much pain was I willing to endure?

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(Photo: Beau Bearden)

Looking around, I knew there were some fast dudes in my age group (40-44). I would have to be ready to go right from the gun if I had any chance of a podium spot. My swim has improved, but I haven’t done an open-water swim in a LONG time. It showed. I went HARD for the first 100M of the swim and then had hoped to be able to settle into a rhythm. No such luck. I hung near the front of the pack for a bit, but eventually began to drop off. Every time I looked up, there seemed to be more green swim caps in front of me. I felt like I needed to cough up something stuck in my throat and kept drifting slightly off-line. By the time I reached the 2nd buoy and made the turn to head for home, I was FINALLY able to start feeling good and began passing some people.

SWIM TIME: 12:11 (7/32 in AG)

With a less-than-stellar swim, transition times were going to be critical. I wore a TYR Torque Elite swim skin over my tri suit. I reached back and yanked on the zipper as I exited the water, stripped it off, put my helmet on, grabbed the bike and ran out of T1. My shoes were already clipped in with a rubber band keeping them in position for a quick mount. (Maybe I could have saved a few seconds without the swim skin, but it felt fast in the water. Plus, I bought it so I was going to use it!)

SWIM-TO-BIKE TRANSITION: 00:43.5 (7/32 in AG)

The bike was a bit uneventful. With a big week of training still in my legs heading into the race, the legs felt a bit sluggish at times. I was hoping to average 23mph, but lost some momentum on some small climbs and finished with a 22.4 mph/avg. One other unexpected issue was my rear derailleur. I couldn’t get it to shift down into the smallest ring in the back, costing me some speed on the fastest sections of the course. (Note to self: take bike to All3Sports before every race for a quick tune-up.)

BIKE TIME: 00:39:22.5 (6/32 in AG)

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(Photo: Beau Bearden)

Looking to make up some more time in T2, I slipped my feet out of my shoes as I approached the bike finish, threw my right leg over the saddle and cruised to the dismount line on top of my shoes with both legs on the left side of the bike. (I see pros do it this way so I know I must have looked super-cool and awesome.) As long as I didn’t do a face-plant when dismounting, all would be good. I approached the line and jumped off… I stayed upright. Bonus.

Ran into transition, racked the bike, slipped on my shoes (Yankz/Lock Laces are the key to fast bike-to-run transitions). Also, don’t bother with socks. It’s just 3.1 miles. Deal with it.

BIKE-TO-RUN TRANSITION: 00:23.4 (2/32 in AG) Only super-speedy Dan Arnett – pictured below – was faster.

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On to the run… this is where the pain comes in. I’d been doing a lot of speed work in run training lately with my coach, Chance Regina of AVC Endurance.

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He has pushed me to do some runs that I didn’t think I was capable of. It was time to see if it would pay off. Before the race, we had both agreed that a “good day” meant that I would be able to average 6:30/mile or better. A “bad day” would have been 6:45/mile or worse. (Over the previous three weeks, we had done a series of 90-minute runs together with 6×1-mile repeats @6:20/mile in the middle of the run. On the most recent one, we averaged 6:14/mile over the 6 repeats. None of those runs were off of the bike on a hilly course though… the jury was still out.)

Never having run the course before, all I knew was that it had some rolling hills. I was prepared for this and knew that if I kept it steady up the hills, crested them with a few hard strides and then let the legs roll out as I went down the hills, I’d be fine. That was the plan.

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This is where I discovered the good and bad part about a sprint tri. The good: it’s ONLY 3.1 miles. The bad: it’s a HARD 3.1 miles. If it doesn’t hurt when you run a 5k, you’re doing it wrong. I just kept telling myself “it will be over in 20 minutes. Push hard!”

The run starts out going up a few small uphill sections. Ouch. After the first mile, the legs came around and I was able to settle into a decent pace. On the way out, I saw several familiar faces heading back to the finish, but I wasn’t sure what place I was in. I knew I’d be close to the podium. Once I hit the turnaround, it was good to know that there was only about 1.5 miles to go. Time to push. I began passing people, including one guy in my AG. I knew once he saw the “43” on my calf as I passed, he would be coming after me. I kept waiting to hear his footsteps fade into the distance. As long as I could still hear them, I knew I had to bury myself. (sure enough, after the finish… he told me he was trying hard to chase me down.) I was pleased I was able to hold him off.

I dug deep and pushed hard over the closing 1/2 mile for a 19:49 run. (6:22 avg). This was by far the best part of the day. I had put in a lot of work on my run and it paid off. Like I said, it’s an honest course. If you put in an honest effort, you’ll be rewarded.

RUN TIME: 19:49.5 (2/32 in AG) — A 5k PR – I haven’t run many 5ks either.)

Now the bad news. Thanks to my awful swim, I was 4th in the 40-44 AG by :19. No podium for me. Lesson learned.

FINISH TIME: 1:12:30.6 (18/344 overall 4/32 AG)

After the race, I got to hang out with friends and others on the All3 team. A good time was had by all. Next up: Tri The Parks Blalock Lakes – Olympic distance on June 21.

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Mountain Madness Half Iron Race Report

The Mountain Madness Half Iron Triathlon is a Zone5Events production. The name of the race company is all you need to know. They push things to the extreme. One of the race directors told me this via Twitter before the event —  “if we could find a way to put a hill in the swim, we would.

With the race-day temperature in the low 50s and a driving rain storm soaking the Atlanta area (and most of the Southeast U.S.) for several days leading up to the race, this was destined to be an epic event. Unfortunately, the rain stopped briefly before the race, producing a think fog on the lake. In the true spirit of the event, one of the race directors actually said — “it might seem weird saying this, but it would be better if it started to rain again.”

This was the lake the night before… peaceful.
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The 7 am start time came and went. After two 30-minute delays it was clear that the fog wasn’t going to go anywhere and the swim was canceled for safety reasons. This was the correct call as the first buoy, less than 100 yards from shore, wasn’t visible.

In addition, due to the amount of rain in the area, the 56-mile bike leg had to be shortened to 48 miles, eliminating the 6-mile Fort Mountain “King of the Mountain” climb that attracts many athletes to the event. Again, this was the correct call for safety reasons. While most competitors who had done the race in the past said the descent wasn’t very technical, a lot of others were expressing concerns.

Instead of the swim, the race began with a time-trail bike start. I had never been involved with a time-trial start before. It was pretty cool. I felt like Lance Armstrong or Alberto Contador or Frank Schleck… oh wait, forget that part. Looking at the picture of me in my helmet, I look more like Marvin the Martian from Bugs Bunny.
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Riders took turns going off in five-second intervals. A volunteer held you up by the back of your seat and the starter counted down… 5,4,3,2,1 GO!

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PHOTO CREDIT: davemphotography.com

Without the 6-mile climb up Ft. Mountain, I wasn’t expecting the bike leg to be too difficult.

Here’s a video of the climb and descent up Fort Mountain, complete with some mighty fine banjo pickin’.

Mother Nature and my bike had different ideas though. Soon after I pedaled away from North Georgia’s version of a Tour de France time-trial starting chute, the rain began to come down… it never stopped. Then I hit Mile 22 and my rear derailleur shifter decided to break. Awesome. Oh, and I was stuck in the smallest cog. Sweet! Oh, and there’s a 3-mile climb near the finish. Super-fantastic!

I pulled over several times and tried to get it to move up just one precious little gear. No such luck. It kept slipping back down. I’m not a bike mechanic, so fixing this was not really an option. I had to gut it out. As others cruised by, spinning a fast cadence in an easy gear, I was out of the saddle slowly churning my way up the hills. Eventually, as the hills got steeper, I had to dismount and push the bike on several occasions.

HONESTY ALERT: If  a race official had approached me at this point — as I was walking my broken bike up a mountain during a cold, driving rain storm while dreading the half marathon that still awaited me — and asked if I wanted a lift, I would have jumped at it and called it a day. I’m happy to say, that never happened.

At one point, an older competitor passed me — as I was walking my broken bike up a mountain during a cold, driving rain storm while dreading the half marathon that still awaited me.  (Oh, had I already mention that whiny part of the story?)  Moments later, the slope decreased ever-so-slightly and I was able to mount up again. About 1/2 mile later I passed the guy who had cruised past me. I quietly celebrated this small victory with a smile only I knew existed.  

Slowly, I made my way back to T2.

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As soon as I saw the lead runner –#SuperGeorge Darden — run past me in the other direction, it hit me: “Oh crap, I have to run now!” And just for more fun, the first 1/4 mile of the run goes straight up a really steep hill. In fact, there’s hardly a single flat section over the entire 13.1 miles of the run course.   

As you can see, it was a lot of “fun” running up the hill at the start. (Note the rarely seen and hard-to-duplicate uphill “floater” pic.)
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Thanks to my 2:29 bike/walk split, I was out of contention in the overall standings and figured my only saving grace would be to dig deep and have a decent run. Maybe, just maybe, I could claw my way back to a respectable finish. I somehow managed the trudge my way up and down the hills for a 1:36 run, putting me atop the 40-44 Old Guy podium. (It was a small field.)

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This race was my first-ever Zone5Events race. And although it wasn’t pretty, the race directors made some tough decisions with difficult course conditions and managed to stage a pretty good day of racing. Kudos to Beau Bearden and his crew for a job well done! I will be back next year.

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Rev3 Maine Race (Road Trip) Report

Not since college have I gone on a road trip like the one I took to the Revolution3 triathlon in Old Orchard Beach, Maine on Aug. 26. To put it simply, it was an insane idea that involved two middle-aged men (me and a friend we shall call “Slayer”), almost 3,000 miles of driving, 70.3 miles of racing, two containers filled with ashes (my mom, his dad) very little sleep and two VERY understanding wives.

Whilst (proper English) I could write a LOT about this trip, I think it would be best told through pictures.

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Our chariot! The rental Suburban. She used a LOT of gas, but what a luxurious ride. The Alt Nation and Lithium channels on XM/Sirius got lots of use.

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Gas…

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When you buy gas at BJ’s, you are only able to get $100 worth, apparently.

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Our first stop was Philadelphia to see Slayer’s mom and stepdad.

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After driving for almost 12 hours to get to Philly, we sat in 90 minutes of traffic when we were just 20 miles away from our destination. There was a Phillies’ game about to start, causing the traffic delays. Let’s Go Mets!

As we pulled into town, for some reason we decided to jam to live Phish. It sounded a little something like this… only a LOT louder.

They hardly recognized their baby boy. They recently moved out of the suburbs and made the bold move of moving into the City of Brotherly Love. They had a fantastic place near Society Hill. Great area.
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They were so happy to see him… they gave him an Eagles’ pillow pet. He cuddled with it. It was sweet.
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Along the way to Philly, we saw lots of interesting things at rest stops.
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We peed a lot in the woods…

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I think we preferred the woods. At our first bathroom stop, just across the South Carolina border, a short, Hispanic woman hid behind the corner of the building and jumped out to scare me when I walked out of the bathroom. She thought I was her husband, apparently. I almost decked her.

We stopped in Delaware … and passed wet wipes under the stall. It was awkward. Slayer saw Jim Harbaugh walk out the rest area and get in some pimp mobile while I was getting a skinny caramel latte at Starbucks. I drink girl coffee drinks.

We passed lots of historic stuff in D.C.

Such as a street sign for a big airport…

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And a phallic looking monument…

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Slayer sneezed. It was gross.

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In Philly, his mom’s new place is near many of the city’s historic landmarks

Like this guy on the pedestal…

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And this Italian guy… he was a stallion, we were told.

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There was a cool bell. It had big crack in it. Crack is whack!

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We went to dinner. I got a beet salad. Beets are good for you.
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Slayer also had a salad. It was greener than mine. It had apples, too.

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Then he ate these… they weren’t very tasty.
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This became a very common sight. Slayer’s bladder is apparently very small. To fend off the urge to pee, he grabs himself … a lot.

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For some reason, taking photos of each other urinating became a theme during the trip.

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The drive from Philly to Maine sucked. Mostly because I made the rookie mistake of taking 95 and going over the George Washington Bridge.

I should have gone up 287 and across the Tappan Zee Bridge.
There was a cyclist going across the GWB. I was jealous.


Along the way, I got introduced to new music. Arctic Monkeys, Libertines, Kaiser Chiefs, Alabama Shakes… all good stuff.

This one of my faves… Ruby by the Kaiser Chiefs

In between pee stops, beef jerky feasts and musical interludes, Slayer and I chatted about life, hopes, dreams, training efforts and improving his horrendous swim.

We also talked a bit about the other reason we were making the trip to Maine. My mom (who passed away last year) is from the Pine State. Slayer’s dad loved Maine, specifically Thunder Hole in Bar Harbor.  He passed away a couple of years ago. The two of us had plans to say a final “good-bye” to our parents.

But how? I had a family burial ceremony for my mom’s ashes scheduled on Saturday morning. I also planned to spread a separate container of her ashes at a lake or in the ocean.

As we closed in on Maine, the big man and I discussed how he wanted to go about saying his final good-bye to his dad – Max. Max was a fighter. He died while sitting in the No. 1 spot on the list for a new lung. That was no small deal. Being over 60, he had to get himself into shape before they would ever consider an experimental transplant. He started at 280 pounds. They told him he had to get to 180. He busted his ass… He even went swimming while wearing oxygen. That’s  serious work. He weighed 179 when he died.  I met Slayer for the first time shortly after his dad passed.

After talking for a while, we decided that the ocean was the best place. We would be getting to Old Orchard Beach close to sunset. After we checked in, we planned to go for a swim to test out the water. He would say “good-bye” during the swim.

Once this was decided, Slayer showed his softer side and put on Champagne Supernova – an Oasis song that for some reason reminds him of his dad’s last days.

After being in the car for 20 hours over 2 days, this moment was pretty deep and emotional. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t hit me, too. But Slayer was a blubbering mess. “Pass the beef jerky, dude!”

Phew…  now that that’s over. Let’s do this!

We pulled into Old Orchard Beach.
Saw some friends.

Then it was time to get in the water.

In the middle of the swim, we paused about 500 yards out from the shore. The sun was going down. Slayer pulled a small canister filled with his dad’s ashes out from under his wetsuit, said a few things and then emptied the canister into the ocean. Then we finished the swim. Slayer contemplated life after the swim.

For the weekend, we stayed at my uncle’s house in Auburn, Maine, about 45 minutes north of Old Orchard Beach.

He has bitchin’ cars.

It’s an awesome house right on a beautiful lake. “A slice of heaven,” Slayer called it.

We went for a brief swim Saturday morning before heading to my mom’s cemetery service.

My sister and I were joined by family and friends as we said good bye to our mom at a small service.


Before heading down to Old Orchard Beach to check our bikes in, Slayer had a little business he had to get taken care of.

In-grown toenails hurt…

He got an up-close view of her at work, violating patient-pedicurist privilege.  

And then they danced…

Meanwhile, David Hasselhoff was serving “IcedHoffee” nearby.

With Slayer’s toenails feeling better, we drove to the race site. Soon after we arrived, we met a guy in a parking lot and chatted with him about his new S-Works Shiv. About 15 minutes later, he came running back into the parking lot yelling that his bike was JUST stolen while he was at registration. We got a description of the guy and took off after him. Here we are talking to the guy with our serious cop faces on.


After about 30 minutes, we gave up our search. The cops later found the guy and the bike. He had tried to sell it to a local market for $200. The bike was worth about $6,000-$7,000, I figure. To Rev3’s credit, they were prepared to loan the guy a bike for the race and allow him to keep it for a few weeks if they couldn’t track down his bike.

After a short run, we checked our bikes into transition.

Slayer’s bike is parked here —————>

And then went to dinner in the Old Port section of Portland. Slayer ate lobstah!

RACE MORNING finally arrived. After Slayer spent 30 minutes cleaning out his inner demons, we drove down to the race site. My dad, stepmom and other family members all came down.


This was the first year for Rev3 in Maine and it was a GREAT venue. It was also my first Rev3 race. I can’t say enough good things about it. Great location, great course and very family friendly.

Our pre-race conversations led us to believe I would come out of the water first and hit the bike with a 5-6 minute lead. Then, Slayer would likely catch me on the bike at some point. Then, hopefully we could run together and have a rarely seen sprint finish. (There’s a reason it’s rarely seen. Things don’t often go as planned.)

Moments before the start, our Alabama friend Kristin Deaton tracked us down on the beach for a pic.
Just as expected, I came out of the water with a 5:39 lead.
SWIM TIME: 35:36
RANK: 16/61 in 40-44 AG.

Major props to Maria Thrash and Matthew Rose at Dynamo Multisport for helping me improve my swim.
It was a LONG run to transition. Slayer, sprinting like a madman, picked up 44 seconds on me.

I hit the bike course aware that he would be coming after me FULL GAS, blatantly ignoring the advice of his coach. How long could I hold him off was the only question. This was a legit course. Long flat sections, some rollers, a few downhills and a couple short, steep climbs. It had a little bit of everything, but wasn’t over-the-top difficult. The worst part of the ride came at Mile 40. This 5-6 mile stretch of road was a disaster. Lots of chewed up sections and potholes. Other than that, it was pretty smooth.

A short, steep climb at Mile 43 smacked you in the face. I think this is where I lost some momentum and Slayer began to close the gap. At Mile 46 I threw my chain on the outside. I tried to get it back on while riding. Just as I was about to dismount, I slow-pedaled and managed to get it back on… I hit the gas again, but the damage had been done.

Right at the moment I passed the Mile 50 marker, Slayer quietly rolled up on my left. I did a double take… “SON OF A #&%X!”

As he rolled past me… wait… what’s this? Oh, it’s a train of guys sucking his wheel. What a crock! There were 3-4 of them… blatant cheaters. I won’t name names but there’s a guy from Quebec who started the bike 6th in the 20-24 AG and then moved up to 2nd… I wonder why you faded with a 2:07 run?  Perhaps you weren’t used to riding so hard on the bike? It’s hard to keep up with Slayer even when you are drafting, eh? Jussayin…

After arriving into T2 at the exact same time, we hit the run course… Slayer took off first with a 9-second lead. I fumbled in T2 because some guy threw his wetsuit all over our section. I had to move it in order to rack my bike. I also went one row too far and had to backtrack. Stupid mistake.
BIKE TIME: 2:31:30 (22.18 mph)
RANK: 8/61 in 40-44 AG

As we exited T2, I quickly discovered two things…
1. My two-month layoff from running due to injuries had finally caught up to me.
2. Running a half marathon a week earlier at 7:13 pace wasn’t very smart. (But I did take 1st in the 40-44 AG in that race… so I’ve got that going for me.)
I didn’t have the legs to catch up to Slayer.  I could see him up ahead, but my legs wouldn’t go. It didn’t help that he took off full speed knowing that I would likely be easing into it. (Not to self: don’t talk race strategy to your “opponents” before the race.)

He briefly hesitated and waved for me to catch up and run with him… then his race instincts kicked in and he took off. Smart man. I wouldn’t have waited for him…

The run course began with a brief uphill section out of town (we ran part of it the day before to get familiar with it). At the 1 mile mark, my bladder was going to explode and quickly jumped into a port-a-potty. I knew if I didn’t do this, it would hold me back. Unlike the French guy Slayer said he saw later on the run, I wasn’t willing to “whip it out” and pee in front of me while running. So far, as a guy with French-Canadian heritage, I’m embarrassed by the actions of the Francophones.

The majority of the run course takes place on the scenic Eastern Trail. It was beautiful.

When we reached the turnaround, I took a quick split and Slayer was at least 3 minutes ahead of me. With him picking up his pace as I struggled, I knew it was game over. The good news is, the Grim Reaper plowed through the field on his way back to Old Orchard Beach. Can you imagine being passed by a 44-year-old 6-foot-4 guy throwing down sub 7s late in the race?! Then as he passes you, you look down to see THIS!

Before the race, we joked with my nieces that they would run through the finish chute with the first guy to arrive.
Sure enough, Slayer stole my nieces. You can see one of them on the left looking back as if to say… “Where’s uncle Mike!?”

Here I come girls… 9:21 later.

RUN TIME: 1:46:12 (8:06/mile)

RANK: 7/61 in 40-44 AG

BTW, getting a free finish line photo from Rev3 is a GREAT touch.

After the race, I went to get a quick ART massage. Then we went to the pier to grab some more lobster rolls!

Slayer drank beer… two at a time.

Then it was time for the awards. Because the top 2 guys in 40-44 were the top 2 overall male finishers (yes, 40-44 is a STACKED Age Group) Slayer got bumped from 3rd to 1st in 40-44. (I finished 7th and got bumped up to 5th).

He likes to make his mark during the awards ceremonies by smashing water bottles (It’s a long story).  He stole one of my nieces to join him on the stage. There was a smattering of applause.

On our last night back at the lake house, we went on a sunset cruise. It was lovely.

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Healing Seems to be the Hardest Word

“Stop racing stupid!” were the words I needed to hear.

I didn’t like hearing them, but somebody needed to say it.

Here are the details of my ugly race season so far:
 
* Left calf injury impacts training for Boston Marathon
* Develop what I think is a shin splint in left leg one week before Boston
* Decide to run marathon anyways (It’s BOSTON!)
* Shin splint turns out to be a nasty infection (Cellulitis bacteria
* Take antibiotics for 2 weeks to clear infection
* Decide to race first Olympic tri of the season on half-healed leg
* Gimp my way through race in pain
* Go for 11-mile run 5 days later and strain right calf
* Decide to race second Olympic tri of the season 9 days later
* Gimp my way through race in more pain
* End up in emergency room day after race with vertigo! 

Does this guy look like he’s having fun?

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After all of this, I was still thinking it would be fine for me to race my third tri of the season on June 2. (Note to self: send father monthly check to repay him for my college education. Clearly, it didn’t pay off)

A few days later, a conversation with friend/coach reveals just how stupid I’m being. As a way to keep me from hurting myself more, he instructs me not to swim, bike or run until June 1. So far, I am 8 days into my hiatus. I have 5 more days to go. I’m losing my mind. But when you don’t have much of a brain to work with, that’s not too hard. Hopefully I’m just losing the dumb parts.

Begrudgingly, I crossed my next two races off of my list and have re-focused myself on the big prize — Rev3 half in Maine on Aug. 26. I have plenty of time to rest, recover and rebuild my base. The goal is to have a great race and have fun doing it… PAIN-FREE. What a novel concept.
 

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Sprint For Pat – A Family Affair

It’s not everyday that I get to spend a morning running a race with my kids. To be clear, I have a  hard time running races for “fun.” I’m too competitive and want to “race” all the time.

After winning the 35-39 age group in the 2011 Sprint for Cancer 10k, an injured leg held me back this year. Looking back, I couldn’t be happier that it did. It made my decision to run with my kids that much easier. Don’t get me wrong, I love my kids. But race day is race day and I usually prefer to go as fast as I can. One day, I hope they feel the same way and go out and beat their old man in a race. Competition builds self-confidence, I believe.

But this day was all about family fun.

The Sprint for Cancer 5k/10k holds special meaning in our community. In 2008, father/husband/runner/triathlete Pat Kane died during the swim portion of the Gulf Coast Triathlon. Here is the last picture ever taken of Pat on the beach with his two boys moments before the start of the event.

(Photo courtesy of: Kristin Kane Holland)

One of the last races he did before the Gulf Coast Tri was the 2008 Sprint for Cancer. The photo below was taken during that race and was used to create the design for the current Sprint for Pat race shirts.

(Photo courtesy of: Kristin Kane Holland)

The “two thumbs up” pose has become my go-to race photo.

(Photo credit: Ernie Janelle)

In 2009, some close friends of Pat’s and his wife, Kristin, began running the Sprint for Cancer race in his memory. Thus, the Sprint for Pat was born. While the name of the actual (Sprint for Cancer) race hasn’t been officially changed, when you look at all of the Sprint for Pat shirts on the course, you’d swear it had been.

(Photo courtesy of: Kristin Kane Holland)

Heck, as you may have noticed, his shirts can be seen all over the event’s official website.

Many of Pat’s friends and/or family members around the country wear their Sprint for Pat shirts in other races in other cities, such as Sacramento, California. (below)

Here is his oldest son, Colin, running this year’s race.

(Photo credit: Alex Hinerfeld)

This year, my son decided to run the race with many of his school friends, while I hung back with my daughter and ran/walked at her pace.

(Photo credit: Alex Hinerfeld)

My son, after reluctantly being dragged out of bed, surprised me a bit with his effort and ran an entire 5k without stopping for the first time! He finished 7th in the 11-14 age group. I was so proud. (he got edged out at the line for 6th by his hard-charging friend, Max. Lesson learned: Never let up at the line.)  As you can see, Max is diggin’ deep and coming after him!

(Photo credit: Alex Hinerfeld)

Many of the race’s age group winners were kids/adults who knew Pat or are still friends with his boys. I can only imagine how this would make him feel.

After having so much fun running the race alongside my daughter and seeing the effort my son gave out on the course, I look forward to running the race again next year. In fact, I think this will be my annual “fun” run. After all, memories — not the finishing time — is the real reason behind this “race.”

(photo credit: ChalkTales.com)

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Ironman Florida Race Report – The Bike

Part II of a four-part series…


After getting my words of wisdom from Coach Chance, I made my way to the “Bike Out” area. As I crossed the mount line, there were plenty of people stopped and throwing their legs over the bike while standing still. What’s up with that? As I’ve learned in my short period of time in triathlon, the “flying mount” is how the cool kids do it.

So, I took a few quick steps, grabbed hold of the handlebars and launched into the air like a flying squirrel in a phone booth. Yet another successful flying mount! The day will come when I completely screw this up and fall flat on my face in front of the gathered masses outside of transition. Today was not that day.

I rocked it!  Just like this kid…

Pedaling out of town I quickly realize how cold it is. Damn, I KNEW I should have grabbed that vest. What a sissy I am. Too late now. I pedal onward. The Ironman Florida bike course is one giant loop that heads out of town in a northeast direction before looping back to town mostly in a southwest direction. On this day the wind was out of the northeast, meaning we rode into a headwind almost the entire way until the turnaround.

My initial goal was to average just over 21 mph for the ride. If I was able to do that, it would put me at about 5:15. I didn’t feel that pace was unreasonable, nor did I think it was too hard to hurt me on the run. I don’t ride with watts (I don’t have a power meter), so I usually end up riding by “feel.” I have a pretty good ability to tell when I’m pushing too hard and know how to use my gears to my advantage.

Into the headwind, I rode a LOT in the small ring with a high cadence to keep the pace up with as little strain on the legs as possible. I make up the difference on any decline by getting as aero as possible and quickly shifting into the big ring and using the terrain of the course to increase my speed. I’m amazed by how many people I see sitting up on the “downhill” sections to stretch, shift in the saddle, etc. That’s what the “uphills” are for! Sure, this course is almost totally flat for 112 miles, but there are a few times when you have to get out of the saddle for a short climb.

I do my best to follow Coach Chance’s orders from our many training rides. I believe it went something like this; “Never get out of aero position unless a tree falls on you!” There aren’t many big trees along the course, so I knew I had little choice but to stay aero for the entire ride.

I had mapped out a pretty simple nutrition plan. I had a 40 oz. Standard Speedfil on the bike half-filled with water. (I grabbed water on the course as I went by aid stations to fill it, as needed.) In my aero bar-mounted 16 oz. bottle I had 350 calories of Carbo-Pro with one tablet of Strawberry Lemonade NUUN.  I had another 16 oz. bottle (with same contents) mounted under the back of my seat. I packed 5 GU Roctane Cherry Lime packets with me and took one every hour. I also took a salt tab every hour. I stashed two extra bottles (with 350 calories Carbo-Pro and a NUUN tablet) in my special needs bag along with a banana and a Crunchy Peanut Butter Clif Bar.

The first 2 hours of the bike went pretty smoothly. I had a small pain on the inside of my left thigh, but I tried to ignore it as best as possible. It felt a little bit like a pulled groin muscle. I hoped it wouldn’t bother me when I got to the run.

Fighting the headwind out of town made it hard to keep my 20 mph goal but I didn’t get too worried about it. I was mostly concerned with saving my legs for the run. As they say, when it comes to having a good Ironman, “it’s ALL about the run!” And that’s good news for me. I love the run! Bring it on.

Because the temperature remained in the 50s for most of the first half of the ride, I wasn’t sweating much and had to make sure I drank my bottles even if I wasn’t thirsty. Most of my calories were in liquid form, so I HAD to get them down. This created a new dilemma for me. As I rode along, I quickly began to realize I was going to “off-load” those same liquid calories. I always wondered if I would be able to pee while on the bike.

Attempt #1

Looked behind me. Coast was clear. I rise out of the saddle and keep pedaling along. I try to think about a babbling brook, the sound of water being poured into a bucket, a strong-flowing waterfall. Nothing … Darn it!

Attempt #2

I stop pedaling and give it another shot. Still nothing… finally, the faucet begins to flow at a slow trickle. At this rate, I figure I should just forget it and stop at a port-a-potty. Nah… I’m not giving up THAT easy.

Attempt # 3

I get to a small downhill section, stand up and coast. Suddenly, I’m having one of those moments you have in college when you’ve had too much to drink. You’re asleep in bed, dreaming that you’re relieving yourself in the bathroom, only to wake up when you realize you’re peeing yourself in bed. (Please tell me I’m not the ONLY one who did that in college!)

That’s what peeing on your bike feels like. It’s mostly a mental game. Your mind is telling you that you’re not supposed to be doing this. Once you win that mind battle, it’s pretty easy. So easy, that I do it three more times. By the fourth time, I’ve become a so good at it, I’m expecting to be awarded Le Short Jaune when I get to T2!

NOTE: After each potty break, I grab a water bottle as I ride through an aid station and spray myself down a little to “clean” up. If I had stopped each time I had to go, it would have cost me about 5 minutes, at the very least. I also would have found it much harder to beat my 10:30 time goal.  (yes, I realize this hardly makes sense to the average person who is still puzzled by the fact that I peed myself… four times. But I wasn’t alone!)

Other than my plethora o’ pee, most of the ride was pretty uneventful.

While I was busy wetting myself, my wife was busy enjoying some much-deserved  margaritas (in a bag.) Classy, I know.

The wife and a puzzled-looking Coach Chance plotting strategy.

One of the highlights on the road was seeing members of the Dynamo Multisport team out on the course. It was easy to spot Team GREEN.  It was also easy to hear them. It’s amazing how much noise a couple of people can make with some vuvuzelas! Thanks for the GREEN love!

After reaching the turnaround, I slowed for a quick stop at the special needs area and swapped out my two empty water bottles for new ones and grabbed the banana and Clif bar out of my bag. I eat the banana and stash the Clif bar for later.

The most annoying part of the ride was seeing several large groups flying by in the other direction when I approached the last turnaround section at Mile 95 on Steelfield Rd. (Note: Steelfield Rd. is awful.  It’s nothing but bumpy and chewed up asphalt for the entire section.) However, this is the only part of the ride with rough road, so I can’t complain too much.

I had been pre-warned about the large packs of riders but still shook my head in disbelief every time I saw a group. What’s the point? I’m sure you rode sub-5 hours and perhaps you snagged that elusive Kona slot. But do you feel good about drafting for half of the race? Personally, I know I wouldn’t feel good about it. At one point early in the ride, I found myself behind a large pack. There was nowhere to go. I had to hang back and wait for a small opening to appear on the left side. When I finally got some space, I had to crank hard to zip past them and get out front. Half of the group was chatting and socializing. Annoying! If you’re going to draft or ride in a pack, go fast enough that other riders don’t have to worry about crossing the double yellow line to get around you while you ride sitting up in your saddle. (End of rant.)

Without question, the absolute worst part of the ride was the final 5 miles into town. With the condos, hotels, tattoo shops and Waffle Houses lining the sides of Front Beach Rd., the wind was whipping extra hard in all directions. Mostly, it was directly into our face. At one point, it turned into a mini-sandstorm. I’m not going to lie, it truly sucked.

By the time I made the final left hand turn and headed towards transition, I was ready to ditch the bike. I’d had enough.

Just at the moment I started to think “holy crap, I still have to run a MARATHON,” I spotted my wife on the side of the road exactly where I told her to be. She was jumping up and down yelling “GO! GO! GO! HONEY! RIDE LIKE THE WIND!” Little did she know…  I was DONE riding like the wind. I officially had had enough of that bike. Get me off of this thing!

I finally reached transition and handed my bike off to a volunteer. (With this being my first IM, I totally forgot somebody was going to take my bike from me.) What a great feeling it was to finally hand her off.

Bike Splits:

BIKE SPLIT 1: 55 mi 55 mi (2:45:15) 19.97 mi/h
BIKE SPLIT 2: 95 mi 40 mi (1:46:02) 22.63 mi/h
BIKE SPLIT 3: 112 mi 17 mi (51:42) 19.73 mi/h
TOTAL BIKE 112 mi (5:22:59) 20.81 mi/h

My time ranked 308th overall and 57th among 40-44 AGers. Not too bad, but there’s plenty of room for improvement.

I attempt to “run” to grab my T2 bag, but I was hurting. It was sort of a shuffle/walk/jog/sashay thing I had going on. I’m a TERRIBLE sashayer. I get my bag and head inside the changing area and plop my sore backside down on a chair. There’s a nice volunteer helping me. What a treat.

I can’t find my CEP socks! (Mini-freak-out.) “Are these them in your shoes?” he says calmly. I was so out of it, I forgot that I had put them in my shoes to make things faster. Gee, that kind of backfired on me. I struggled a little to get the socks on, but I knew I wanted them for the run.

I stand up, put on my Fuel Belt, visor and sunglasses and run out.

My T2 time was 5:42. That’s pretty awful, but I was mentally out of it for a minute or two. That’s my excuse so zip it!

Once I start running out of the Transition area, I find myself quickly getting excited about the fact that I ONLY have a marathon left to run. I’m sure that’s a common feeling for Ironman veterans, but for me, it was very odd. For a split second, I think about what a daunting task it was when I ran my first marathon in 2009. I finished that NYC Marathon in 3:46, blowing up at Mile 20 with nasty hamstring cramps.

Now, almost two years later to the day, here I was starting my first Ironman marathon. My legs felt good. My nutrition was solid. I was ready to get after it. My run goal: beat that NYC marathon time! On top of that, I wanted to cross the finish line in under 10:30.

As I stride under the “Run Out” banner with renewed focus and determination, I look down at my right hand with the initials of my wife and kids written on it. I then look at my left hand and the words “Eat That Pain!” I was ready.

I make the turn East on South Thomas Drive and let out a quiet, barely audible “Let’s get it ON!”

Photo Credit: NL4S.com

To be continued…

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