Because my training was geared to my A-races at sprint and Olympic distances, and because my running legs have not been 100%, I wouldn’t be fully trained up for this distance but I wanted to have a go at it anyway. My goal was to complete the distance and enjoy it.
As a point of clarification on the naming of races, World Triathlon Corp owns the “Ironman” brand and that and half-Ironman are used only in conjunction with their race series. They have also trademarked 140.6 and 70.3 (1.2 mile swim + 56 mile bike + 13.1 mile run = 70.3). How can you trademark a number? Anyway...other races of this same distance are called “Fulls” or “Halfs” or “half-iron distance.” Technically then Patriots would be a 72.3 thanks to the longer bike leg.
I traveled to Williamsburg with Becky, Tanya, and Clare who were competing as a relay team. We had a blast on the car trip and at the race. At the hotel the night before the race, we met the announcer, Ken Burger, and he took our names and gave us lots of shout-outs and encouragement on race day.
|me, Tanya, Clare, and Becky|
Transition opened at 5:30 for a 7:00 am race start. It’s very dark at 5:30. A lot of very clever athletes had headlamps. I was not so clever.
Swim – 1.2 miles (48:10 – 80/175 women arghhh)
The swim is right across from the Jamestown Settlement and the scene is just gorgeous. I chatted with the VT Hokie Triathletes and met up with some other One-on-One athletes in the staging area. This leg begins just off the beach in some pretty shallow water. Right before the start the group of swimmers around me agreed it would be faster to swim rather than wade in thigh-deep water and at the sound of the horn we dove and swam. It turned out to be the better decision. At the pre-race meeting a big deal was made of the tide/current coming up the James and how we should direct our swim path to let the current pull us toward the buoy. The current turned out to be less than what was described and we all swam too wide to the first turn. The swim didn’t seem much longer than the 1500 Oly swim and I was kind of sorry to see it end. I thought it felt stronger/faster than usual but the time doesn’t really back that up. Maybe swimming straight is my issue. At any rate, I continue to gain confidence and comfort in the water.
It was a quarter mile run to T1 with sand, grass, bogs, rocks, and carpet along the way. My friend Becky had started wave behind me – 3 minutes behind – and we exited the water together.
Bike – 58 miles (2:47 – 14/175)
The half iron bike is usually 56 miles, but because of some sort of political/permitting issue, our route was an additional two miles. I had NO idea how to pace this. I decided early on that keeping my heart rate in the mid 150’s would be about right. That is about upper aerobic/lower tempo.
I thought it would be clever to cut up a PowerBar into bite-sized pieces and put them between waxed paper in the bento box to make it easier to eat them on my every-20-minutes fueling plan. That would have worked had it not been hot and humid which left the pieces melted back into solid bar form and now laminated by waxed paper. I made it work. I didn’t take in as many calories as I thought I would – 2/3 of a Powerbar, one Accel 2nd Surge Caffeinated gel, and 200 calories of Perpetuem with Xtend BCAAs in my aerobottle. A cage-mounted bottle had water with Xtend.
I started off pretty strong (don’t we all?). Then I hit mile 10 and realized I had run out of things to think about. How was I going to entertain myself for the remaining 48 miles?! When had I become so boring to myself? I did offer thanks for cycling in comfort (thanks to the no-seat adventure of IronHolgs!), thought of some blog posts (all since forgotten), and read any and all signs I could find. I hit a nasty pothole at mile 21 and then wondered just how much abuse a wheel can take. At mile 45 I thought about how I wished I’d used chamois butter…youch.
I saw Tanya a few times on the course. She was looking strong and confident. Not like the poor guy I saw whose loosely hanging seat-mounted bike bag bounced back and forth from one hamstring to the other like some sadistic racquet sport. I inquired and he confirmed that, indeed, it was highly annoying.
I saw a strong Master's woman from Navy, we chatted briefly. Those Navy women are nice as well as TOUGH and strong.
With two miles to go, I pedaled atop my shoes and stretched out the piggies to let them know it would soon be time to run. I had averaged 20.7 MPH and had kept a pretty steady heart rate, pace, and cadence throughout the fairly flat course.
Run - 13.1 miles (2:04 – 38/175)
In T2 I made the split-second decision to take my small white bar mop towel with me. GOOD decision. I soaked it with ice water at the first aid station and draped it around my neck. I later used it to wipe my face and hands, and to wave it as an SOS flag (OK, not really). The first mile I had to consciously work to slow-slow-slow myself down looking for a pace in the low 8’s. That was my best mile. Things quickly unraveled.
I sensed my inner quads getting tighter and tighter. I had a sinking feeling it could become a problem. I did some butt kicks thinking that would stretch them out. Big mistake. At mile 2-1/2 I was stopped in my tracks by impressive knots and visible spasms. I fell into a crouch on a small footbridge over standing water and watched helplessly as the mosquitoes moved in on me. It was like an out-of-body experience and I wasn’t sure how or if I would ever stand again. Person after person passed me, each asking if I was OK and some offering to call for a medic. I must have looked worse than I thought.
|I got this!|
The good news is my tendonitis was not much of an issue. Then again, if an elephant is standing on you, chances are you won’t notice a fly.
Side note: lately at every race I see one girl (maybe the same one?) who wears her race belt up under her arms, around her chest, instead of around her waist or hips. How can that possibly be comfortable and does she not know she has another more typical option?
Finish (5:47 – 22/175)
|Recovering in the medical tent and feeling better.|
In light of some recent triathlete deaths, this is the first race where we were asked to complete a medical form. It seemed silly at the time, but now I understand why. The EMT pulled my form right out. Had I been unconscious, he’d be able to determine if I had any allergies or issues. I’m super grateful to the James City Volunteer Rescue Squad and have already emailed the station and am sending a donation.
I’ve gotten pretty comfy at the sprint and Olympic distances so I am glad I pushed beyond that and did something that tested me in new ways. I am proud of myself for staying calm and doing the best I could with the unexpected challenges I faced. Never give up!! Even with a horrible run, I still came out 4/36 in my age group and 22/175 of all the women. There is just no telling in a race, and you can’t stop trying, you can’t give up. Random reflections:
- Now I really wonder how anyone does an Ironman. Each leg I finished I tried to imagine doing twice that. No thank you!
- I’m wondering now if I need to consider salt tablets for anything longer than an Olympic. If I think back to my marathons, I had similar cramping afterward, just not quite as severe as today. Endurolyte tabs are great, but for some reason they contain all the electrolytes EXCEPT salt.
- I should have held back more on the bike, Coach said that might have made the difference in the run.
- The caffeinated gel on the bike really helped when I got sluggish. I probably could have used another on the bike and another on the run.
- I got pretty tight across my shoulders from almost 3 hours in the aerobars. I’m not sure if that’s a conditioning thing or a fit thing. It’s never happened before.
- If I want to be competitive at this distance I obviously need to train at this distance which is a bigger time commitment. I’ll have to set some priorities for next year.
- I am still frustrated by being a mediocre swimmer.
- Aid stations at every mile on the run is the greatest!! Those kept me going with their ice-cold sponge rewards in addition to drinks, food, electrolytes. Very well done and much appreciated!
- I will definitely take a towel on these longer runs in the future.
It’s pretty cool to think we all manually moved ourselves 72.3 miles! I hate to drive that far!!
I have one more triathlon remaining – the Giant Acorn Sprint on October 2 with my friend Krista. A last blast to bid adieu to the season. It’s been a great one!!
Many thanks to Tanya, Becky, and Clare for the hours of fun girl talk! Living with three men, I need that from time to time. Thanks, Coach Jim for dealing with my crazy race plans that make your job nearly impossible. Kurt, I'm looking forward to some solid off-season strength training.
My thoughts are with my nephew Evan, racing the full at Cedar Point today. It's his second iron-distance and tomorrow he turns just 22! As I sit on my butt today I'll be tracking him compulsively and sending every encouraging vibe I can!