Monday, May 31, 2010
it's been over a year???
Okay, so it's been way to long since I've posted to this blog. I have been posting elsewhere, but life has gotten in the way. I need to remember to separate the two blogs. My life and my training. Here's to doing that in the future!
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Ironman Story
I finished writing my Ironman story awhile back- I've posted it a couple places so I might as well put it here too ;)
Thursday
I woke up Thursday morning with race day nerves, even though I was three days out. Mom and I packed up the car and headed to Coeur d’Alene. The drive was much longer than I remembered. We got into town just after 3- just in time to pick up my race packet and look at the transition area and the water. Looking at the buoys I felt excited- the course looked short. (Later I come to find out that only about 2/3 of the buoys were out)
That night I went to a bbq with some members of the team Raise The Bar. I met their Director last weekend at the Five Mile race. It was inspiring to hear their advice and first time race stories. One guy told me he didn’t finish his first IM CDA a few years ago. And the next year he had to be peeled off the run course- but he finished and he’s back for more.
Friday
I met up with RTB for some swimming at 8:30. Brrr! The water was cold. I made it easily one lap around the course (1.2 miles), I’m incredibly happy that I picked up neoprene booties and cap last week. I found out later that the temp was just under 57 degrees! After the swim, mom and I drove the bike course. There are some really twisty downhills that I’m sure I’ll see some gruesome wipeout on. The key to the bike it not to push too hard in the beginning and pace myself throughout.
After the drive mom and I stopped by Subway and then ate lunch at a park in Post Falls just off the Spokane river. After a bit of relaxing, we checked into the hotel and I finally got a shower after a quick bike ride! And then unloaded my suitcase all over the room. I had a athlete dinner and meeting to go to at 5:30, so I headed back to CDA. After wandering the wrong direction I asked some athletic looking guys and they sent me in the right direction. The line was huge!! I thought I’d been relocated to Disneyland. I chatted briefly with some guys behind me, before they decided to bail on the line and head to a restaurant. The guy in front of me made a comment and we started chatting. Jeff was meeting up with his friend Corey. Both are first timers- and doing the race because they lost a bet! I invited myself to sit with them for dinner and we had a pleasant conversation over dinner and watched the inspirational videos and speakers. Afterwards Jeff gave me his card and told me to give him a call Monday before the awards banquet so we could get together and talk about our races.
I headed back to the hotel and laid out all my gear bags. Packed and re-packed and put myself to bed by about 10 pm.
Saturday
Woke up about 7 and had some trouble eating. Headed down to the swim course for a quick dip. The water was brutal! I was having the spastic chest, can’t breath, omg, panic whenever I tried to put my face in the water. I decided 10 minutes of treading water and flailing about was enough and it was time to see how my bike my bike was doing. It shifted much smoother today so I decided it was time to check into transition. I put my bike on the rack, gave her a quick pep talk- told her to be good tonight- and took my gear bags to the gear bag section. There’s supposed to be rain tonight so I’m a little nervous about wet gear tomorrow. I’ve gone through my checklists over and over again. My wetsuit is lying on the bed with the hood, booties and new goggles. I’m hydrating with Gatorade and perpetuem, and snacking on the foods I’ll be eating all day tomorrow. Literally all day.
I think I’ve figured out my best tactic for the swim, is to sit back and to the right a bit and give it a minute or two for the beach to clear a bit.
The swim
When I went to bed the night before Ironman, I wasn't feeling my best. My throat was a little scratchy and my ears were hurting, but I attributed it to being in such cold water two days in a row and talking to so many amazing people. I woke up at 3:30 Sunday morning and I felt basically like crap. My ears were ringing, my throat was swollen and I had a fever. I sat on the hotel room bed crying and asking my mom what I was supposed to do. She, of course, said she couldn't tell me. I had to decide that for myself. I know she wanted to tell me to get back in bed though. We stood outside for a few minutes while the sun was rising and I finally decided to head to the course. I at least had to pick up my gear.
At 5 am, I was putting the rest of my gear into my transition bags and dropping off my special needs bag. I got body-marked and wandered around trying to figure it all out. I ran into a guy from the team I'd had dinner with on Thursday (Raise The Bar). He told me I was a trooper for even coming down there and not to push myself and that I'd know what was right. I decided to put on my wetsuit and see how I felt. It was a chilly morning but I was sweating. I watched the Pro start and at that point I decided I hadn't come this far, trained this hard- and spent so much money- to watch from the beach. I pulled my wetsuit up the rest of the way and headed down to the water. The age groupers were starting 35 minutes after the Pro's so I had some time. I waded in and let the 59.5 degree water seep into my wetsuit and chill me sufficiently and got out. As I stood on the beach, shivering, I was surprisingly calm. Corey, who I had met at the welcome dinner, recognized me and came over. We decided that we'd both hang on the beach for a minute or two after the start.
The cannon fired and nearly 2100 athletes surged into the icy water. I managed to wait about a minute and a half before I decided it was now or never. Immediately, I was tossed around by the waves and hit and kicked by the other athletes. I kept wondering why I was doing this. About 200 or 300 yards in, I sucked down some water. As I brought my head up to cough it out, I had the feeling that I was being choked by my wetsuit and my hood. I raised my arms to try to loosen the neck and I dropped below the surface. I started kicking my legs harder trying to get my head above water. I was in a panic. I couldn't seem to keep my head above the surface. I started waving my hand above my head looking for a paddle board or kayaker that was patrolling the course. No one. I thought I was going to drown- I've never been that scared in the water. I finally got myself flipped onto my back and more buoyant. As I looked back at the shore and the hundreds of people cheering, and at the water and the huge amount of people still swimming at me I thought I couldn't continue. The combination of the cold water and being sick was draining my energy fast. Then somehow, the people split and the water calmed for a second and I went for it. I rolled over and took off- swimming harder than I ever had. I got to the side and found a rhythm.
At the first turn, the water changed. The waves were hitting us from the side, the taste of gasoline from the patrol boats gagged me and the wind picked up. I made it to the second turn and this time we got to sort of ride the waves in, instead of swimming into them. However, as we got closer to the beach, people started swimming harder and kicking more aggressively. And then it happened. I took a heel to my right goggle/brow bone. My eye started watering and it got hard to see. So close to the beach, but I backed off a bit. As I hit the beach, I ran across the timing mat and dove back in and took off again. One lap down, one to go. I was feeling pretty good. This lap was difficult in its own way. I was now with people that were the same speed as me. We stayed bunch up a lot more. In fact, I think one guy planted his left arm across my back for awhile and let me drag him along. The wind did pick up more on the second lap so the waves were bigger- but I was warm, and energized. At one point I took a hard kick to the rib cage that would bother me all day. As I stood up and ran up the beach, breathing hard, I decided to go for it. After all, I just swam 2.4 miles with 2100 people in a lake with a current, how hard could a 112 mile bike ride be?
The bike
I came out of the water feeling decent. A little overwhelmed and tired- I'd never swam that far continuously in a lake! And never in water that cold. We were herded like cattle into Transition and over to the wetsuit peelers who were directing everyone "On your back. Lay down. On your back!" I was already pulling my wetsuit off my shoulder when I got grabbed by a man and a woman who speedily got it off my arms and down to my waist. It was pure chaos! Instantly I was on my butt and these amazing volunteers reach down and with lightening speed had my wetsuit off. They each grab one of my booties and off they go, the man hands the bootie to the woman, he pulls me up, she hands me my bundle of dripping neoprene with my two caps and goggles all wrapped up in there and they turn me around, call out my number and point me to the bags.
I grab my bag and another volunteer points me to the change tents. I make a quick stop to dip my feet and hands in a hot tub to warm up. When I get to the tents, they are overflowing. I drop my stuff outside and proceed to try to dress myself for the bike. My hands are shaking from cold, excitement and nervousness and my vision is clouded by the insanity before me. I put my number around my waist and put on my socks. As I try to pull on my second pair of shorts (extra butt padding) I can't grab the fabric and volunteer runs over and says "let me help you!" and from behind me pulls my shorts up like I was a toddler unsure of how to dress myself. I say thanks and she helps me buckle my helmet and as I put on my shoes she puts all my swim gear into my bag and sends me on my way again. I head off to get sunscreened- just my arms and shoulders this time around. From there I start running towards the bikes, but I see an empty porta potty so I decide this would be a good time so I don't have to get off my bike right away. Of course, I forgot to lock the door so a guy yanks it open and we both scream. Oops!
I run through the rows of bikes and grab mine and head off to mount my bike. At this time, I'm in the pack of the majority of the people. I guess I was a mid-packer out of the water. I hop on my bike and tear outta there. As soon as I got on the road I hear a "GO BRI!" from my friend Chris who came out early to cheer. It was just what I needed. A few minutes into the ride I start wondering if two pairs of shorts was a good idea since I feel like I'm going to throw up. My rib cage is hurting and I realize it was from the kick I took in the water. Great. This is going to be a long 112 miles! The bike course was gorgeous. The first 20 miles or so were pretty gentle on the hills, but then we got into the good turns and hills up around Hayden Lake
Around mile 40 I witnessed a bike crash about 20 yards ahead of me. I managed to dodge the flying debris and keep going. Around mile 50 I took my first potty break. My legs were tight and sore, but it was the good kind. I saw another guy lying on the side of the road clutching his shoulder- he crashed moments before I got there on a wet spot on a sharp corner. Yikes! As I cruised back into town, I was feeling great. The crowds were awesome and I could hear my family and friends- and random strangers calling out my name. It's truly amazing. It makes your heart soar to think that all these people care about you doing your best.
The second lap of the bike was not as forgiving. The hills were harder, the day was hotter and the winds picked up. And of course, we were more spread out making it lonelier as well. I stopped briefly at mile 64 to pick up my "Special Needs" bag – basically just to refill my Perpetuem bottle- but darn it- no bathrooms there so I had to stop at mile 68ish too. I think I had one or two more bathroom stops during the second lap, but at least I was staying hydrated. However, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was going to throw up at any second. Around mile 85 or so my left shoulder started hurting. It got to the point that whenever I could I was only riding with one hand- probably not the safest choice, but it was bad.
I stopped a couple time to use the bathroom. However, not everyone does. I've heard it's easier for guys- out the leg of the shorts and with a little aim. For women however, they apparently just stop peddling for a second and let it go and then use a water bottle to "rinse" themselves off. I know this because I witnessed it. As I was passing a woman in her 50's I couldn't help but notice liquid streaming off her seat. Gross. Seriously? Couldn't hold it a few more seconds for me to finish passing? Guess I'm still pretty new to this sport!
The straight shot back into town wasn't as thrilling as the first time. I just wanted to get off my bike. I can admit it now: because of our crappy Seattle winters- the furthest I'd ever ridden my bike before that day was 75 miles. Oops.
As I neared Transition, my mind quickly switched over to the thought of the run. And not just a run, a marathon. 26.2 miles. I've run two before- and neither to the standards I had hoped for. The one I did this past February left me sore for three days. What would this one do to me? I'd soon find out….
The run
I've put off writing about this experience for four months now. It seems years ago now, yet the feeling I get in my stomach when I think about it makes it seem like it hasn't happened. I came off my bike just excited to be done, as soon as I dismounted a volunteer grabbed my bike and pointed me in the right direction. I came back to the Transition bags, grabbed mine and headed back to the packed tents. I pulled off my helmet and shoes and grabbed my running shoes. Another volunteer came running over and started stuffing my stuff into my bag and asking how I was doing. I decided to go without my hydration belt- which I would later discover was a really bad idea. As I headed out of the tent I realized I still had my second pair of shorts on! A different volunteer ripped them off and then promised to get them to my bad (and she did!) I grabbed a little baggy of pretzels and started on my journey.
My legs weren't feeling as bad as I thought they would. I think they were afraid of what would happen if I stopped. The first couple miles were pretty decent- the day was warm, around 80 degrees maybe a little less but nothing terrible. The crowds were still cheering loudly and I was 2/3 of the way to being an Ironman. And then it happened. Everything. Everything that could go wrong did- and quickly. My stomach became really upset and I was afraid I'd be kneeling on the side of the road or locked in a porta-potty. And my legs. And feet. And butt. And shoulders. Everything hurt- and in a way I'd never experienced. I started walking and felt the pain in the bottom of my feet and in my joints.
Most of the run is a blur to me after this part. I can't tell you much of where things happened. I started alternating walk/run early which I was fine with- at least I was moving. I remember going up a big curving hill around mile 6 or 7 thinking it'd never end. Around mile 9 there was a chip mat that when an athlete crossed it, their name and a message from their family popped up if they'd done it at the Expo. I missed mine the first time. I met up with a girl from RTB (Kristen) around mile 11 and we walked and said we'd never do this again- and even finishing seemed like a lofty goal. We went our separate ways after a short time and I forced myself to run again. As I passed by my mom at mile 13 I was in excruciating pain and I could tell she was worried. I was glad she missed the stumbling walk I had going on a couple miles earlier where I was whimpering and swearing at under my breath and so beaten down and seriously contemplating jumping into the lake for good.
I knew the second loop was going to take everything I had to get through. I didn't even care that I was doing more walking than running. I kept meeting up with random people and we'd walk and talk for a bit and then one of us would try running for a bit. It was nice to have a little company to pass the time. I think I ran into Paul from RTB around mile 14 or 15, he gave me some salt tablets and told me I was looking good. (LIES!!!) He went on to have a stellar race. I kept moving forward. Around mile 16 or 18 I saw a sign that my mom had made at the Expo. I couldn't tell you now what it said, but I remember seeing it and starting to cry. It really gave me the strength I needed to keep going. By this time it hurt my feet and joints to walk and my muscles and head to run. I was in really bad shape. I was gagging on everything I put in my mouth and then out of nowhere it got a bit better. The salt that Paul gave me helped my stomach. I passed on the chicken broth (one sip and I nearly threw up) but I started drinking the Coke and munching on pretzels and some banana. Things were starting to get better for me mentally- and slightly physically. By the time I headed back into town it was sundown and the crowds were still cheering, singing and dancing. Many of had beer in hand and I kept thinking of how easy it would be to just quit and grab a beer. No. I had had a goal and I was going to finish if it killed me- and at time I thought it might.
I finally made it to the last mile and the tears started flowing. The last six or seven blocks was a straight shot, slightly downhill to the finish line. I managed to pick up the pace and look and feel strong even though I just wanted to sit down and not move for days. As I entered the finish chute the lights were blinding and I just remember seeing people putting their hands our for high-fives and everyone being so excited for those of us that were seconds away from becoming Ironmen. I crossed the finish line with my arms above my head and tears streaming down my face. A volunteer came over to catch me as I nearly collapsed. He gave me my shirt, medal and hat- helped me get another picture taken and then asked if I had someone there to meet me. I told him my mom and pointed her out in the crowd. He walked me over to her and she gave me the biggest hug I think I've ever gotten. I noticed she was on her phone and heard her say "Spring! She did it! We have an Ironman! I'm hugging her right now! She'll call you tomorrow" Mom and I just stood there for a minute in a tight embrace, both of us crying. Mom telling me over and over "You did it. I'm so proud of you. I was so worried. You did it. You did it" We were surrounded by dozens of other people doing and feeling the exact same thing.
From there I headed over to the medic area and grabbed a heat blanket as I was starting to shiver. I grabbed a couple slices of pizza and coke and water and sat down. I finally sat down at 10pm after pacing, standing, swimming, riding, running since 5:30 that morning. I was so exhausted I couldn't even bring myself to pick up my pizza. I decided I didn't want to sit in the medic area alone so I went to find my family. I needed them. I just didn’t want to be alone, I’d spent the entire day alone in my own head with only my thoughts to keep my company. I was more than ready to get back to the hotel and sleep.
Once we got back to the hotel I was cleaning my gear and packing and my mom kept telling me to go to bed. Since we were checking out the next morning I had to get it all together, I couldn't expect Mom to clean and pack my gear in the morning if I couldn't move. So, finally around 1am I crawled into bed- after checking for sunburns and chaffing- minimal!!! I decided I deserved to sleep in the next day. However, at 6:30 I was wide awake. I laid there in bed afraid to move. I got up slowly and then realized I wasn't sore at all. I asked my mom if I'd really done it, if it was over. She told me I had and then my dad called. At which point I was jumping on the bed saying "I did it, I'm an Ironman!!!!" and then pirouetting around the room. I talked to my dad and sister for a few minutes and then went back to bed for a bit.
We checked out of the hotel and went back to Couer d'Alene. The lake looked so peaceful and calm the next day. You would have never known that just over 24 hours earlier 2100 people started on what would be for some the biggest test in their lives. Mom and I sat by the water with a frosty beverage in hand and I couldn't help but smile and think to myself- 2010….. I'll be back.
Thursday
I woke up Thursday morning with race day nerves, even though I was three days out. Mom and I packed up the car and headed to Coeur d’Alene. The drive was much longer than I remembered. We got into town just after 3- just in time to pick up my race packet and look at the transition area and the water. Looking at the buoys I felt excited- the course looked short. (Later I come to find out that only about 2/3 of the buoys were out)
That night I went to a bbq with some members of the team Raise The Bar. I met their Director last weekend at the Five Mile race. It was inspiring to hear their advice and first time race stories. One guy told me he didn’t finish his first IM CDA a few years ago. And the next year he had to be peeled off the run course- but he finished and he’s back for more.
Friday
I met up with RTB for some swimming at 8:30. Brrr! The water was cold. I made it easily one lap around the course (1.2 miles), I’m incredibly happy that I picked up neoprene booties and cap last week. I found out later that the temp was just under 57 degrees! After the swim, mom and I drove the bike course. There are some really twisty downhills that I’m sure I’ll see some gruesome wipeout on. The key to the bike it not to push too hard in the beginning and pace myself throughout.
After the drive mom and I stopped by Subway and then ate lunch at a park in Post Falls just off the Spokane river. After a bit of relaxing, we checked into the hotel and I finally got a shower after a quick bike ride! And then unloaded my suitcase all over the room. I had a athlete dinner and meeting to go to at 5:30, so I headed back to CDA. After wandering the wrong direction I asked some athletic looking guys and they sent me in the right direction. The line was huge!! I thought I’d been relocated to Disneyland. I chatted briefly with some guys behind me, before they decided to bail on the line and head to a restaurant. The guy in front of me made a comment and we started chatting. Jeff was meeting up with his friend Corey. Both are first timers- and doing the race because they lost a bet! I invited myself to sit with them for dinner and we had a pleasant conversation over dinner and watched the inspirational videos and speakers. Afterwards Jeff gave me his card and told me to give him a call Monday before the awards banquet so we could get together and talk about our races.
I headed back to the hotel and laid out all my gear bags. Packed and re-packed and put myself to bed by about 10 pm.
Saturday
Woke up about 7 and had some trouble eating. Headed down to the swim course for a quick dip. The water was brutal! I was having the spastic chest, can’t breath, omg, panic whenever I tried to put my face in the water. I decided 10 minutes of treading water and flailing about was enough and it was time to see how my bike my bike was doing. It shifted much smoother today so I decided it was time to check into transition. I put my bike on the rack, gave her a quick pep talk- told her to be good tonight- and took my gear bags to the gear bag section. There’s supposed to be rain tonight so I’m a little nervous about wet gear tomorrow. I’ve gone through my checklists over and over again. My wetsuit is lying on the bed with the hood, booties and new goggles. I’m hydrating with Gatorade and perpetuem, and snacking on the foods I’ll be eating all day tomorrow. Literally all day.
I think I’ve figured out my best tactic for the swim, is to sit back and to the right a bit and give it a minute or two for the beach to clear a bit.
The swim
When I went to bed the night before Ironman, I wasn't feeling my best. My throat was a little scratchy and my ears were hurting, but I attributed it to being in such cold water two days in a row and talking to so many amazing people. I woke up at 3:30 Sunday morning and I felt basically like crap. My ears were ringing, my throat was swollen and I had a fever. I sat on the hotel room bed crying and asking my mom what I was supposed to do. She, of course, said she couldn't tell me. I had to decide that for myself. I know she wanted to tell me to get back in bed though. We stood outside for a few minutes while the sun was rising and I finally decided to head to the course. I at least had to pick up my gear.
At 5 am, I was putting the rest of my gear into my transition bags and dropping off my special needs bag. I got body-marked and wandered around trying to figure it all out. I ran into a guy from the team I'd had dinner with on Thursday (Raise The Bar). He told me I was a trooper for even coming down there and not to push myself and that I'd know what was right. I decided to put on my wetsuit and see how I felt. It was a chilly morning but I was sweating. I watched the Pro start and at that point I decided I hadn't come this far, trained this hard- and spent so much money- to watch from the beach. I pulled my wetsuit up the rest of the way and headed down to the water. The age groupers were starting 35 minutes after the Pro's so I had some time. I waded in and let the 59.5 degree water seep into my wetsuit and chill me sufficiently and got out. As I stood on the beach, shivering, I was surprisingly calm. Corey, who I had met at the welcome dinner, recognized me and came over. We decided that we'd both hang on the beach for a minute or two after the start.
The cannon fired and nearly 2100 athletes surged into the icy water. I managed to wait about a minute and a half before I decided it was now or never. Immediately, I was tossed around by the waves and hit and kicked by the other athletes. I kept wondering why I was doing this. About 200 or 300 yards in, I sucked down some water. As I brought my head up to cough it out, I had the feeling that I was being choked by my wetsuit and my hood. I raised my arms to try to loosen the neck and I dropped below the surface. I started kicking my legs harder trying to get my head above water. I was in a panic. I couldn't seem to keep my head above the surface. I started waving my hand above my head looking for a paddle board or kayaker that was patrolling the course. No one. I thought I was going to drown- I've never been that scared in the water. I finally got myself flipped onto my back and more buoyant. As I looked back at the shore and the hundreds of people cheering, and at the water and the huge amount of people still swimming at me I thought I couldn't continue. The combination of the cold water and being sick was draining my energy fast. Then somehow, the people split and the water calmed for a second and I went for it. I rolled over and took off- swimming harder than I ever had. I got to the side and found a rhythm.
At the first turn, the water changed. The waves were hitting us from the side, the taste of gasoline from the patrol boats gagged me and the wind picked up. I made it to the second turn and this time we got to sort of ride the waves in, instead of swimming into them. However, as we got closer to the beach, people started swimming harder and kicking more aggressively. And then it happened. I took a heel to my right goggle/brow bone. My eye started watering and it got hard to see. So close to the beach, but I backed off a bit. As I hit the beach, I ran across the timing mat and dove back in and took off again. One lap down, one to go. I was feeling pretty good. This lap was difficult in its own way. I was now with people that were the same speed as me. We stayed bunch up a lot more. In fact, I think one guy planted his left arm across my back for awhile and let me drag him along. The wind did pick up more on the second lap so the waves were bigger- but I was warm, and energized. At one point I took a hard kick to the rib cage that would bother me all day. As I stood up and ran up the beach, breathing hard, I decided to go for it. After all, I just swam 2.4 miles with 2100 people in a lake with a current, how hard could a 112 mile bike ride be?
The bike
I came out of the water feeling decent. A little overwhelmed and tired- I'd never swam that far continuously in a lake! And never in water that cold. We were herded like cattle into Transition and over to the wetsuit peelers who were directing everyone "On your back. Lay down. On your back!" I was already pulling my wetsuit off my shoulder when I got grabbed by a man and a woman who speedily got it off my arms and down to my waist. It was pure chaos! Instantly I was on my butt and these amazing volunteers reach down and with lightening speed had my wetsuit off. They each grab one of my booties and off they go, the man hands the bootie to the woman, he pulls me up, she hands me my bundle of dripping neoprene with my two caps and goggles all wrapped up in there and they turn me around, call out my number and point me to the bags.
I grab my bag and another volunteer points me to the change tents. I make a quick stop to dip my feet and hands in a hot tub to warm up. When I get to the tents, they are overflowing. I drop my stuff outside and proceed to try to dress myself for the bike. My hands are shaking from cold, excitement and nervousness and my vision is clouded by the insanity before me. I put my number around my waist and put on my socks. As I try to pull on my second pair of shorts (extra butt padding) I can't grab the fabric and volunteer runs over and says "let me help you!" and from behind me pulls my shorts up like I was a toddler unsure of how to dress myself. I say thanks and she helps me buckle my helmet and as I put on my shoes she puts all my swim gear into my bag and sends me on my way again. I head off to get sunscreened- just my arms and shoulders this time around. From there I start running towards the bikes, but I see an empty porta potty so I decide this would be a good time so I don't have to get off my bike right away. Of course, I forgot to lock the door so a guy yanks it open and we both scream. Oops!
I run through the rows of bikes and grab mine and head off to mount my bike. At this time, I'm in the pack of the majority of the people. I guess I was a mid-packer out of the water. I hop on my bike and tear outta there. As soon as I got on the road I hear a "GO BRI!" from my friend Chris who came out early to cheer. It was just what I needed. A few minutes into the ride I start wondering if two pairs of shorts was a good idea since I feel like I'm going to throw up. My rib cage is hurting and I realize it was from the kick I took in the water. Great. This is going to be a long 112 miles! The bike course was gorgeous. The first 20 miles or so were pretty gentle on the hills, but then we got into the good turns and hills up around Hayden Lake
Around mile 40 I witnessed a bike crash about 20 yards ahead of me. I managed to dodge the flying debris and keep going. Around mile 50 I took my first potty break. My legs were tight and sore, but it was the good kind. I saw another guy lying on the side of the road clutching his shoulder- he crashed moments before I got there on a wet spot on a sharp corner. Yikes! As I cruised back into town, I was feeling great. The crowds were awesome and I could hear my family and friends- and random strangers calling out my name. It's truly amazing. It makes your heart soar to think that all these people care about you doing your best.
The second lap of the bike was not as forgiving. The hills were harder, the day was hotter and the winds picked up. And of course, we were more spread out making it lonelier as well. I stopped briefly at mile 64 to pick up my "Special Needs" bag – basically just to refill my Perpetuem bottle- but darn it- no bathrooms there so I had to stop at mile 68ish too. I think I had one or two more bathroom stops during the second lap, but at least I was staying hydrated. However, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was going to throw up at any second. Around mile 85 or so my left shoulder started hurting. It got to the point that whenever I could I was only riding with one hand- probably not the safest choice, but it was bad.
I stopped a couple time to use the bathroom. However, not everyone does. I've heard it's easier for guys- out the leg of the shorts and with a little aim. For women however, they apparently just stop peddling for a second and let it go and then use a water bottle to "rinse" themselves off. I know this because I witnessed it. As I was passing a woman in her 50's I couldn't help but notice liquid streaming off her seat. Gross. Seriously? Couldn't hold it a few more seconds for me to finish passing? Guess I'm still pretty new to this sport!
The straight shot back into town wasn't as thrilling as the first time. I just wanted to get off my bike. I can admit it now: because of our crappy Seattle winters- the furthest I'd ever ridden my bike before that day was 75 miles. Oops.
As I neared Transition, my mind quickly switched over to the thought of the run. And not just a run, a marathon. 26.2 miles. I've run two before- and neither to the standards I had hoped for. The one I did this past February left me sore for three days. What would this one do to me? I'd soon find out….
The run
I've put off writing about this experience for four months now. It seems years ago now, yet the feeling I get in my stomach when I think about it makes it seem like it hasn't happened. I came off my bike just excited to be done, as soon as I dismounted a volunteer grabbed my bike and pointed me in the right direction. I came back to the Transition bags, grabbed mine and headed back to the packed tents. I pulled off my helmet and shoes and grabbed my running shoes. Another volunteer came running over and started stuffing my stuff into my bag and asking how I was doing. I decided to go without my hydration belt- which I would later discover was a really bad idea. As I headed out of the tent I realized I still had my second pair of shorts on! A different volunteer ripped them off and then promised to get them to my bad (and she did!) I grabbed a little baggy of pretzels and started on my journey.
My legs weren't feeling as bad as I thought they would. I think they were afraid of what would happen if I stopped. The first couple miles were pretty decent- the day was warm, around 80 degrees maybe a little less but nothing terrible. The crowds were still cheering loudly and I was 2/3 of the way to being an Ironman. And then it happened. Everything. Everything that could go wrong did- and quickly. My stomach became really upset and I was afraid I'd be kneeling on the side of the road or locked in a porta-potty. And my legs. And feet. And butt. And shoulders. Everything hurt- and in a way I'd never experienced. I started walking and felt the pain in the bottom of my feet and in my joints.
Most of the run is a blur to me after this part. I can't tell you much of where things happened. I started alternating walk/run early which I was fine with- at least I was moving. I remember going up a big curving hill around mile 6 or 7 thinking it'd never end. Around mile 9 there was a chip mat that when an athlete crossed it, their name and a message from their family popped up if they'd done it at the Expo. I missed mine the first time. I met up with a girl from RTB (Kristen) around mile 11 and we walked and said we'd never do this again- and even finishing seemed like a lofty goal. We went our separate ways after a short time and I forced myself to run again. As I passed by my mom at mile 13 I was in excruciating pain and I could tell she was worried. I was glad she missed the stumbling walk I had going on a couple miles earlier where I was whimpering and swearing at under my breath and so beaten down and seriously contemplating jumping into the lake for good.
I knew the second loop was going to take everything I had to get through. I didn't even care that I was doing more walking than running. I kept meeting up with random people and we'd walk and talk for a bit and then one of us would try running for a bit. It was nice to have a little company to pass the time. I think I ran into Paul from RTB around mile 14 or 15, he gave me some salt tablets and told me I was looking good. (LIES!!!) He went on to have a stellar race. I kept moving forward. Around mile 16 or 18 I saw a sign that my mom had made at the Expo. I couldn't tell you now what it said, but I remember seeing it and starting to cry. It really gave me the strength I needed to keep going. By this time it hurt my feet and joints to walk and my muscles and head to run. I was in really bad shape. I was gagging on everything I put in my mouth and then out of nowhere it got a bit better. The salt that Paul gave me helped my stomach. I passed on the chicken broth (one sip and I nearly threw up) but I started drinking the Coke and munching on pretzels and some banana. Things were starting to get better for me mentally- and slightly physically. By the time I headed back into town it was sundown and the crowds were still cheering, singing and dancing. Many of had beer in hand and I kept thinking of how easy it would be to just quit and grab a beer. No. I had had a goal and I was going to finish if it killed me- and at time I thought it might.
I finally made it to the last mile and the tears started flowing. The last six or seven blocks was a straight shot, slightly downhill to the finish line. I managed to pick up the pace and look and feel strong even though I just wanted to sit down and not move for days. As I entered the finish chute the lights were blinding and I just remember seeing people putting their hands our for high-fives and everyone being so excited for those of us that were seconds away from becoming Ironmen. I crossed the finish line with my arms above my head and tears streaming down my face. A volunteer came over to catch me as I nearly collapsed. He gave me my shirt, medal and hat- helped me get another picture taken and then asked if I had someone there to meet me. I told him my mom and pointed her out in the crowd. He walked me over to her and she gave me the biggest hug I think I've ever gotten. I noticed she was on her phone and heard her say "Spring! She did it! We have an Ironman! I'm hugging her right now! She'll call you tomorrow" Mom and I just stood there for a minute in a tight embrace, both of us crying. Mom telling me over and over "You did it. I'm so proud of you. I was so worried. You did it. You did it" We were surrounded by dozens of other people doing and feeling the exact same thing.
From there I headed over to the medic area and grabbed a heat blanket as I was starting to shiver. I grabbed a couple slices of pizza and coke and water and sat down. I finally sat down at 10pm after pacing, standing, swimming, riding, running since 5:30 that morning. I was so exhausted I couldn't even bring myself to pick up my pizza. I decided I didn't want to sit in the medic area alone so I went to find my family. I needed them. I just didn’t want to be alone, I’d spent the entire day alone in my own head with only my thoughts to keep my company. I was more than ready to get back to the hotel and sleep.
Once we got back to the hotel I was cleaning my gear and packing and my mom kept telling me to go to bed. Since we were checking out the next morning I had to get it all together, I couldn't expect Mom to clean and pack my gear in the morning if I couldn't move. So, finally around 1am I crawled into bed- after checking for sunburns and chaffing- minimal!!! I decided I deserved to sleep in the next day. However, at 6:30 I was wide awake. I laid there in bed afraid to move. I got up slowly and then realized I wasn't sore at all. I asked my mom if I'd really done it, if it was over. She told me I had and then my dad called. At which point I was jumping on the bed saying "I did it, I'm an Ironman!!!!" and then pirouetting around the room. I talked to my dad and sister for a few minutes and then went back to bed for a bit.
We checked out of the hotel and went back to Couer d'Alene. The lake looked so peaceful and calm the next day. You would have never known that just over 24 hours earlier 2100 people started on what would be for some the biggest test in their lives. Mom and I sat by the water with a frosty beverage in hand and I couldn't help but smile and think to myself- 2010….. I'll be back.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
seattle snow
We've been getting snow in the Seattle area for about two weeks now. In fact, I wasn't able to run the Jingle Bell run two weeks ago because of the cold and snow. We had a few days of decent weather- just enough to get rid of the several inches that fell that Sunday-- and then Wednesday came-- and along with it, lots of snow. Enough that I didn't work on Thursday, but played and walked to the store instead. Friday, I was able to get my car out and go to work early. Saturday I went to the gym and then decided that evening it would be good to stock up on gas and food as we were supposed to have a storm coming in that night. And we did. All night Saturday night, and Sunday.
I missed work again on Monday. There was no way I was getting out of our slushy, snowy and icy parking lot. Tuesday, I ventured out again and the roads were much better--- until the afternoon it started up again. I had to go to the airport late that night to pick someone up, luckily the drive was fine. However, I stayed up at his house that night (we got back around 1:30am). He had to be back to the airport early and I had to be work early. I spent all of two hours at work on Christmas Eve- repeatedly checking outside at the blowing snow. Around 10, I headed home and stayed there. Okay, so I also did a bikini snow run which my roommate took lots of pictures and video of. We had some drink and played some games and decided that this Christmas sucked because we were stuck at home. We had walked down to the store again that afternoon to pick up food for Christmas breakfast and dinner.
Well, Christmas morning I got up and put some cinnamon rolls in the oven and the power promptly went out. WTH?? I convinced my roommate we should dig my car out and go to a movie. That was an interesting drive. After the movie and after we dug out cars out we went to Denny's- and while we were there for only about half an hour the fog rolled in big time. Eeek. So, we headed home to find all of our lights and tv's on. Oops. Looks like we had power though. Yay!!!
Yesterday we ventured out to a couple malls just to get out of the house. It's been a little warmer and raining so it doesn't look like we'll be having to do any more digging out and pushing of our cars. Hooray. Although, I just now got my Yaktrax so I can run on the snow and ice. Oh, the irony.
Only a couple more days left in 2008... not sure how I feel about the year overall. The first five months just need to be removed from my memory. However, I've spent the last seven spending time with and pining over a boy. The same boy for the last few years. More irony. We started spending a lot more time together, and with his friends and roommates and talking a lot about big things and him actually asking me for help... only for him to have some health problems and decide he needs to sell his house and move. Sigh. I can't win. Love is a losing game.
I missed work again on Monday. There was no way I was getting out of our slushy, snowy and icy parking lot. Tuesday, I ventured out again and the roads were much better--- until the afternoon it started up again. I had to go to the airport late that night to pick someone up, luckily the drive was fine. However, I stayed up at his house that night (we got back around 1:30am). He had to be back to the airport early and I had to be work early. I spent all of two hours at work on Christmas Eve- repeatedly checking outside at the blowing snow. Around 10, I headed home and stayed there. Okay, so I also did a bikini snow run which my roommate took lots of pictures and video of. We had some drink and played some games and decided that this Christmas sucked because we were stuck at home. We had walked down to the store again that afternoon to pick up food for Christmas breakfast and dinner.
Well, Christmas morning I got up and put some cinnamon rolls in the oven and the power promptly went out. WTH?? I convinced my roommate we should dig my car out and go to a movie. That was an interesting drive. After the movie and after we dug out cars out we went to Denny's- and while we were there for only about half an hour the fog rolled in big time. Eeek. So, we headed home to find all of our lights and tv's on. Oops. Looks like we had power though. Yay!!!
Yesterday we ventured out to a couple malls just to get out of the house. It's been a little warmer and raining so it doesn't look like we'll be having to do any more digging out and pushing of our cars. Hooray. Although, I just now got my Yaktrax so I can run on the snow and ice. Oh, the irony.
Only a couple more days left in 2008... not sure how I feel about the year overall. The first five months just need to be removed from my memory. However, I've spent the last seven spending time with and pining over a boy. The same boy for the last few years. More irony. We started spending a lot more time together, and with his friends and roommates and talking a lot about big things and him actually asking me for help... only for him to have some health problems and decide he needs to sell his house and move. Sigh. I can't win. Love is a losing game.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
splat
I went for a long run of about 15.5 miles Sunday morning. My knees were hurting pretty badly so I decided that was long enough- instead of going the full 20 that I should have. I walked back to my car, passing over a pedestrian footbridge on the way. Right at the top of it, something in my head said "Stop walking" I did. And then, right there in front of me about, one step away SPLAT! I looked up and there was a huge pigeon sitting on a beam, butt pointed at me, looking back over his shoulder thinking "darnit. i missed" I've been pooped on by birds before, but this would have been monumental. Not sure what that pigeon ate, but it left a large puddle in front of me that was so close to being on my head!
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
the long run
Saturday morning roomie and I went for a long run. A seriously long run. My plan was 17, his was 19, so I was just going to stop at my turnaround point and stretch and walk and meet back up with him so I'd do a little over 17. Well, we missed my mark so I wound up doing about 18 instead. Oh well.
I was amazed that I felt as good as I did at the end and recovered as well too. The furthest I'd run since Ironman (end of June) was probably about 7 or 8 miles- so making that big jump I was worried about all sorts of issues. I guess I've kept in better shape than I thought.
We ran around doing some shopping- I will never find the perfect jeans! And then headed to out to a couple bars with some girlfriends from work. Good times! I actually had a couple different random guys buy me a beer! That never happens to me! Then, out of nowhere, at the second bar, I started feeling like I was suffocating and was about to start crying. I had to leave. Now. So I grabbed roomie's keys and a cab and took off. I felt bad for bailing so quickly, but I figured if I told them I was leaving they'd either try to talk me into staying or leave with me and I didn't want to spoil their fun- so I texted from the cab. Probably not my wisest move, but I was definitely sober and thinking straight. I don't know what came over me but it was really disturbing. My mind has been in some serious turmoil for about a week and a half now. I actually didn't even go to work yesterday. I felt like I'd been beat down when I woke up so I stayed at home and watched movies. It was lovely.
I was amazed that I felt as good as I did at the end and recovered as well too. The furthest I'd run since Ironman (end of June) was probably about 7 or 8 miles- so making that big jump I was worried about all sorts of issues. I guess I've kept in better shape than I thought.
We ran around doing some shopping- I will never find the perfect jeans! And then headed to out to a couple bars with some girlfriends from work. Good times! I actually had a couple different random guys buy me a beer! That never happens to me! Then, out of nowhere, at the second bar, I started feeling like I was suffocating and was about to start crying. I had to leave. Now. So I grabbed roomie's keys and a cab and took off. I felt bad for bailing so quickly, but I figured if I told them I was leaving they'd either try to talk me into staying or leave with me and I didn't want to spoil their fun- so I texted from the cab. Probably not my wisest move, but I was definitely sober and thinking straight. I don't know what came over me but it was really disturbing. My mind has been in some serious turmoil for about a week and a half now. I actually didn't even go to work yesterday. I felt like I'd been beat down when I woke up so I stayed at home and watched movies. It was lovely.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
airports and lizards
It's Sunday the 28th. The last time I slept in my bed was Friday the 19th. I'm tired. I left for FL last sunday the 21st, but of course spent the night before at my mom's for a quicker trip to the airport. After a long day of flying I found myself in muggy Palm Beach exhausted and nervous for the meetings ahead.
Needless to say, I haven't run (only once) in almost two weeks now. And with the slow way my tatoo is healing, I might not make it out there for a few more days.
But, Palm Beach was a blast. Loooong meetings, but in the evenings fun with coworkers. I work with a really great group of people. Even if I did earn myself the names "Gigantor" "Giraffe" and "Redwood" I think I like Redwood almost as much as Marathon- which is what a lot of my WA peeps call me.
Overall, not a super eventful trip. I've spent a lot of time at airports. Although, I did get attacked by a rogue flying lizard my third night in FL. I'm glad I wasn't alone when it happened, because none of the people that live there believed me! There I was, walking into a restaurant with a friend, minding my own business when out of nowhere I feel something land on my head! I turn to him "Alan! Did I just get pooped on by a bird?? There's something in my hair!!" and I reach up to feel, but it's dry. He can't see anything. So i try to grab it thinking it's something fallen from the trees. Pine cone? This isn't home! I shook my head and something falls just in front of my right foot-- and then scampers off. "OHMYGOD!!! That was a lizard!!" At which point I scream like little girls and freak out, much to Alan's enjoyment. But, really, that was probably the most out of the ordinary thing that happened to me the entire week.
Seriously though. A lizard. Aren't they supposed to be on the ground? At least the time a bird flew into my head it was more expected. Birds fly. Lizards don't. Or shouldn't.
Needless to say, I haven't run (only once) in almost two weeks now. And with the slow way my tatoo is healing, I might not make it out there for a few more days.
But, Palm Beach was a blast. Loooong meetings, but in the evenings fun with coworkers. I work with a really great group of people. Even if I did earn myself the names "Gigantor" "Giraffe" and "Redwood" I think I like Redwood almost as much as Marathon- which is what a lot of my WA peeps call me.
Overall, not a super eventful trip. I've spent a lot of time at airports. Although, I did get attacked by a rogue flying lizard my third night in FL. I'm glad I wasn't alone when it happened, because none of the people that live there believed me! There I was, walking into a restaurant with a friend, minding my own business when out of nowhere I feel something land on my head! I turn to him "Alan! Did I just get pooped on by a bird?? There's something in my hair!!" and I reach up to feel, but it's dry. He can't see anything. So i try to grab it thinking it's something fallen from the trees. Pine cone? This isn't home! I shook my head and something falls just in front of my right foot-- and then scampers off. "OHMYGOD!!! That was a lizard!!" At which point I scream like little girls and freak out, much to Alan's enjoyment. But, really, that was probably the most out of the ordinary thing that happened to me the entire week.
Seriously though. A lizard. Aren't they supposed to be on the ground? At least the time a bird flew into my head it was more expected. Birds fly. Lizards don't. Or shouldn't.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
gossip girl
Okay, I hate to admit it. I'm completely obsessed with this show!!! My Mondays are not complete without it- although, I think I missed something last season. Anyway, I cannot believe that Dan and Serena broke up again. If these angst ridden teenagers can't make it work, how can the rest of us?!?!?! And Vanessa and Nate *sigh*
Ok, had to get that off my chest before OTH.
Ok, had to get that off my chest before OTH.
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