I don’t know exactly when I made completing an Ironman one
of my lifetime goals. It had been over four years and it was when I saw a
youtube video or special on Bill Hoyt and his paraplegic son. He competed in
marathons and ironmans by pulling his son on a raft during the swim, riding
with him on his bike, and pushing him on the run. It was really inspiring. Upon
returning from the Peace Corps in the fall of 2012, I started training and
racing in triathalons, hoping to eventually build up to an Ironman.
On May 16th, 2016, race day had finally come. My
alarm went off at 2:30AM in the Hilton Garden Inn in Woodlands, Texas. I got up
and fixed my usual breakfast of cereal, soy milk and fruit then I went to work
on getting my water bottles ready with carb and electrolyte powders. I had
packed all my special needs bags the night before as well as the nutrition that
would need to go into the gear bags I had dropped off the day before. Let’s
just say, I used a whole loaf of bread and most of a jar of peanut butter and
jelly. I was done getting everything ready a little early but tried to keep
thinking what it was I may have forgotten or put in the wrong bag. I sat on the
bed and drank coffee and watched CNN with my Dad.
My Dad and I at the transition area the day before race day |
We left the hotel to walk the mile to the transition area so
I could add my water bottles and nutrition to my gear bags. Transition was
still a mud fest that had broke my flip flops the day before so today I was
smarter and just went bare foot.
The mud in the transition area broke my 3 year old, dollar sandals from Mali. |
I almost put my bike nutrition in my run bag
but then realized it at the last minute. Then I made a pit stop to a porta
potty as I was super hydrated and my Dad and I followed the crowd heading to
the swim start (yesterday we got lost following people though luckily everyone
knew where they were going race day).
I got my body marked, 1063, with permanent marker though I
had wished they were the cool stick on tattoos. All of the body markers sounded
very excited about their job. I dropped off my special needs bags and then my
dad and I found a spot near the American flag at the swim start to wait. It was
still very dark when we got there though it got light relatively quick.
The swim start at around 6AM |
After the national anthem, I headed over to the rolling
start and found the sign with 1:20-1:30 (my goal swim time, a little
ambitious). It was pretty far in the back. The cut off is 2:20 and swimming is
my weakest though I had gotten a lot better thanks to my coach and Tuesday long
course swim work outs. For once I was feeling pretty confident about the swim
as I had done a practice, 1,000m swim the day before and though the water
wasn’t the best quality (very turbid), I was happy it wasn’t salt water with
waves and the course looked relatively straight forward.
Me at the swim start representing USF and Aeropro |
6:40AM, the gun went off and the crowd slowly started
moving. I was pretty dazed that the moment had finally come.
The pros starting the swim off |
I walked into the
water and started swimming more on the outside to avoid the crowds. It actually
was not too bad since it was a rolling start though every once and a while I
would have someone swim almost on top of me or I would bump into someone. I got
into a comfortable rhythm, trying to make long smooth strokes and site. I took
it one buoy at a time and I probably went out a little too fast. At about 1500m
the buoys turned from yellow to orange which made me really happy. At times I
would sing to myself, “another one bites the dust”. At 1.5 miles, I started
getting somewhat angry at the people in wet suits passing me/climbing on top of
me, all slimy like. The water temp was 81 degrees so the race was wet suit
“optional”. People could wear them but they wouldn’t be eligible for awards or
qualifying for kona (Ironman world championships in Hawaii) and they had them
start after everyone else had entered the water, thus the faster ones were
climbing over us slower ones.
At around the 2nd mile, I was a little tired and
ready to be done. The last 0.4 seemed to go on forever
though we got into a
narrower section of the man made lake and it was motivating to see people on
the sides cheering and holding signs. My watch hit 2.5 mi and I was still a
little ways from the finish. Swimming on the outside may not have been the best
idea. I started getting emotional at the finish that I had completed the first
leg of the ironman within the time limit. Volunteers helped us up the ladders
then up stairs through transition.
Me at the swim finish |
I jogged a bit and then they had me shout
out my number and a volunteer handed me my bag. That was great as I was worried
I would need to search for it. I headed in to the crowded changing tent though
a volunteer immediately got me some water and they were asking what I needed. I
was starting to realize what people said about volunteers being amazing was
true.
I scarfed down a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and
stumbled through putting my biking clothes on. I carried my shoes and got my
bike (unfortunately there were not that many bikes left as I was one of the
slower swimmers). I got really muddy but they had kiddy pools with then muddy
water to rinse our feet and a young boy held my bike for me as I rinsed and put
on my shoes and socks. Then I was out of transition, and mounted my bike and
was off. It was so nice to be on the bike and done with the swim.
Picture of me during the 112 mile bike |
The first 30 miles went well and I was on pace, about 17-20
mph. I regretted not peeing in transition and kept holding off each water/food
stop to try to make good time. I was passing more people than were passing me
which was nice. I also realized that I had put my bike shorts on backwards and
the butt padding was in the front, oh well….I think finally at mile 40 or so I
stopped at a porta potty and it was glorious. I also got more water.
It was at mile 50 and into the third quarter of the 112 mile
bike that I started to feel a bit fatigued and tired. My heart rate and pace
dropped. Though I had most of my nutrition and such on me, I decided to stop
and chug some water and get a banana when I got my special needs bag. I started
eating every half hour instead of every hour and started to feel better. I
think I had not eaten enough after the swim and bonked. The third section of
the bike was the toughest for sure. There were a lot more hills and it was
windy. At times I was going under 15mph. Overall, the course was pretty nice
and forested. We went through some parks and it was all one loop. There were
points where we were next to a lot of traffic/cars which I didn’t particularly
like but that is unavoidable. After half way through the bike and the rest of
the race, I really wanted a tooth brush. My teeth felt coated in sugar.
Another picture of me during the bike |
I mostly used my watch but I also liked seeing the signs
every 10 miles particularly at mile 90 and mile 100. The last 12 miles like the
last 0.4 miles of the swim went on the longest and I was counting every mile.
By that time I had picked up the pace and the last 3 or so miles was downhill
which was great. I started getting excited and emotional to be done with the
second leg and most of the race and to get to my favorite part of triathlons,
the run!
Me at the end of the 112 mile bike |
I finally got to the dismount and someone yelled out my name “Colleen”
which surprised me and I saw my friend Kevin from Peace Corps with a camera in
my face then my dad. I didn’t think I looked that great for a picture and felt
bad I didn’t stop to talk more but the bike already had taken me too long so I
rushed to transition. They took my bike for me and then a smart volunteer told
me to take off my helmet to help me cool off.
Kevin's picture of me at the end of the bike |
I did a light jog to the changing tent after grabbing my
gear bag and then hit the porta potty ( I wouldn’t make the same mistake as
after the swim). I was moving a bit slower at this transition and enjoying the
ice water. It was nice to get in fresh clothes though I was a bit sun burned
and chaffed in random areas. I made sure to spray on some sunscreen though
didn’t know how good it would do as I was covered in sweat. I had a volunteer
help with my back and then liberally applied Vaseline under my Aeropro jersey
that I had picked out specifically to wear for the race but had a tendency to
chaff me under the arms. I put on my favorite visor (from the Key West Half
iron distance race) and my compression socks which were difficult to get on.
And then I was off! The first 9 miles (the course was three
loops) went great. I was on pace or faster…probably too fast and the crowds
were amazing as promised. My favorite cheer section that was one of the first where
very fit guys in speedos were dancing and giving out high fives.
Cheer section: fit guys in speedos |
There was also
a hippy station which people dressed like hippies, beating trash cans that was
pretty awesome. One station had a guy dressed in an Ironman costume like Robert
Downey Jr. and then there was the guy in a red speedo that had me smack his ass
on the second lap around mile 11. I really enjoyed the signs. I wish I could
remember all of them. “Remember, you paid for this”, “Run like snot”, “You
smell horrible”, “Don’t trust that fart”, “You run better than congress” were a
few token ones. A lot of people were just day drinking and cheering people on.
There was a particular crowd by a road crossing with a policewoman and she was
dancing too every time I saw her. I felt they should be tired too. It was
amazing how the ironman race united the community, volunteers, family, and
friends. My own Uncle who I hadn’t seen in over 8 years drove 4 hours to see me
finish! At some points I felt guilty for spending all this money particularly
after being a Peace Corps Volunteer in Africa but the Ironman is so much more
than about spending lots of money on bikes, equipment, and race registrations
and that was definitely evident at the race. It is a journey for both the
athletes, their family, friends and the community.
My 9 minute miles turned into 9:30 which then turned into 10
minute miles. I was mad at myself for already being behind my target 12/13 hour
pace, probably, and was thinking how unrealistic it was. It helped that there
were water stations almost every mile and a half. Ice water, Gatorade, coke and
eventually chicken broth. There were even some spectators giving out pickles. I
made sure to drink a lot, remembering the ironman training weekend where I had felt
really dizzy at mile 4 of a 10 mile run after a 100 mile bike. Luckily I had
trained in the FL heat which was the same as it was in Texas (probably 88 at
the time I was running) but my body wasn’t having it. I started dumping a lot
of the water on my head to cool off and taking the cold-water sponges. Luckily
after mile 15 or so, it started getting later and cooler but my pace was still
well above 10. The 2nd and 3rd laps were really tough. I
tried to keep moving the whole time though I started walking through the aid
stations to better consume water. I forced myself a few times to eat bites of
PB&J but I was tired of them and tired of sugar though I did eat some
oranges and drank some coke at a few stations. I started getting nauseous
around mile 19 or so and feeling a little dizzy.
At one point, a guy was trailing me when I thought he was
trying to pass. He said he was sorry and was using me to pace as I had a good
pace. I thought I had an awful pace but it was a nice compliment and company
for 2 miles before he had to stop. I could only mumble out “good luck” though I
wish I had tried to convince him to stay with me. At the end of 1st
and 2nd laps, I could hear the announcer say “YOU ARE AN IRONMAN” as
I passed the finish and couldn’t wait to get to that finish.
The last 6 then 4 miles were really rough though the last
two, I felt better since I was in the home stretch and could push the pace a
little bit closer to 10 minute pace at least. At the last half mile, I really
pushed it and I sprinted the finish even though I felt that wasn’t the most
polite as I passed three people clearly taking their time to enjoy the finish
and get a good photo. I don’t know where I found the energy but I had
envisioned that finishing shoot, lined with people cheering for months even
years and the moment was finally there. I was half choking back tears for the
last half mile.
Me at the finish of the Ironman (14:02 was my time since I started the swim later in the rolling start) |
The volunteers had to stop me as I was well past the finish
line. They had a separate volunteer for each person who crossed the finish line
and he handed me water and kept asking if I was okay. I was still feeling a
little dizzy/sick to my stomach but I was elated to be finished. I got my medal
and took the picture and thanked my volunteer.
Finally got my medal! |
Then I realized that I had not given a rendez-vous point for
my Dad, Uncle and friend to meet me. Another thing to add to the list for
Ironman #2 (n’shallah but not for a while). I called my dad a few times on
stranger’s cell phones but could barely move. I sat on a curb and laid in the
grass. Eventually they came to the finish.
Post race, could barely move |
I saw my Uncle Bob for the first
time in 8 years but couldn’t hug him since I was disgusting. I eventually went
to get my food though I wasn’t exactly hungry. I did scarf down two pieces and
eventually three of pepperoni pizza and a coke.
Me with my Dad and Uncle Bob |
It was a long walk back to the
car for sure and then I had to get my bike out of transition. I barely even had
the energy to shower but I did when I got back and I was seriously craving ice
cream so my Uncle Bob got me a mini ben and jerrys from the hotel J I tried staying up and
chatting with my uncles and friend but eventually passed out.
The next day I was overwhelmed by a back log of facebook
messages, posts, text messages, and phone calls from family and friends
congratulating me on the race as I had been overwhelmed in the final weeks
leading up to the Ironman. My best decision in Ironman training was getting a
proper bike fit and coach (Roy Foley with Aeropro coaching) who designed my
training plan and had group work outs I could participate in. The team had been
so supportive throughout my training and especially before and after the race.
I couldn’t have completed the ironman without my family and friends. My family
helped me emotionally and monetarily. My Nana supported me
early on in cross country and track by always picking me up from practice and
going to every one of my races/meets. It was great to have my Dad at the race
and he helped with the road trip from Florida to Texas and back.