The weather was perfect, my family and friends were there to cheer me on, and I just felt calm and ready for the day ahead. The swim went far better than I expected; there really is something to the draft and the feeling of swimming downhill. Even getting kicked in the head a few times as I swam crookedly across the pack didn't quell my enthusiasm. :)
I came out of the water relieved and exhilarated and ready for the rest of the race to come. I quickly made my way out on the bike and spent the next 7 hours playing leapfrog with my teammate and my family. Even though I had mapped out a couple of locations for them to stop and see me go by, they ignored my advice and decided to follow me all around the course. I'm so glad they did! I saw them multiple times along the way and every time was a huge boost to my morale. In general, I had a great ride. The hills were not as bad as I expected thanks to many training days up OLH and Tunitas Creek and I somehow managed to avoid the rain and hail storms that pelted my friends ahead and behind me. The only real tough spot was on the out and back where the "back" was uphill and into a headwind. It felt like it was never going to end but fortunately my family was there again waiting for me!
The last few miles into transition are downhill or flat so it was a great way to get ready for the run to come. I saw more friends in and around transition as I ran out onto the course. I was flying! Obviously that didn't last too long but I did settle into a good pace and was feeling great for the first 10 miles, maintaining a sub 10min/mile. It was fun to see my faster teammates coming back the other way and to try to keep up with the guy with the clown hair... By mile 11 I was starting to slow down but still enjoying myself. I hit the turnaround at mile 13 and started the long slog up the hill. It was difficult but I was determined not to walk and I somehow made it to the top. Soon after, I saw my family again and picked it up a little bit for the brief time I was in their sights. Coming back into town around mile 22, there is a long straight uphill that never seems to end. I was really suffering at that point but finally came over the top and could start to see the lights and the people. I went down the last hill at mile 23 and turned onto the short out and back before the finish line. There were people everywhere and I started to run. Well, running is a relative term at that point... My calf started screaming at the sudden burst of energy but I told it to shut up and just keep going. We are not stopping now! I kept running faster and faster until I crossed the finish line and became an Ironman. And who were there at the finish but my friends and family? They are the best and I love them.
My motto for last year was "It is what it is" and it quickly changed to "It is was it is... and it is awesome!" during the race.
Finally, a race report! I have tried to write it many times but was never able to complete it. While I have probably forgotten many of the small details by this point, the key themes of family and friends, fun and excitement, and a feeling of amazing accomplishment persist.
Now, back to the subject of the post. After Ironman, I was completely drained - emotionally, physically, and mentally exhausted. I spent the next 4-5 months trying to recover, not only from the race but from all of the other turmoil that went on in my life in 2010. It was an extremely difficult time for me and I struggled with many things but I feel like I am finally starting to turn the corner. Next season is coming up quickly and I am getting back into training. Having a routine and regular workouts with friends is helping to motivate me to get ready for Oceanside which is 2 months away today. Yikes! I finally got back in the pool a couple of weeks ago, I am starting to increase the mileage on my bike, and my injured foot seems to be doing well with the new insert from my podiatrist so next step is to start building up the run.
Here we go again! Wish me luck...