Sunday, November 3, 2013

Camilla's Race Report

Wow!  Now that was an experience!  All the hard, hard work led to an unforgettable, albeit, painful day.  So let's rewind and take you through this race........

Day Before the Race:
    I'll admit, I was quite emotional this day.  Everything was getting to me, from the pre-race informational meeting, to standing in the line to sign my life away, to trying to decide on memorabilia to purchase.  Tears were brimming every two minutes.  I just felt so overwhelmed and had a sense of pending doom (especially whenever I thought about the bike).  I did my best to push the negative thoughts from my mind and tried to focus on the here and now.  Fortunately, Travis and Camilla W were there to take care of the kids. 
    Later, Ryan and I packed up the bikes and went to check them in at the first transition area.  Drove all the way up only to discover we neglected to put (or even bring) our race number stickers on the bikes.  So we got to drive all the way back down to get the stickers.  Really, I think Ryan just wanted an excuse to drive over the viaduct several times.  Haha!  Actually, he’s terrified of heights. J  We spent some time admiring the fancy bikes in transition (I can’t believe the amount of money people spend on bikes!), then headed back to the hotel.  We had been crock-potting lasagna in our hotel room and took it down to the breakfast area to have dinner with the family.  In the evening, we spent several hours packing, unpacking, repacking, etc. as we attempted to get ready for each event.  There were three bags: 1-Morning Clothes bag that was to be deposited in bins to be taken back to the finish line; 2 – Bike Bag for all swim gear after swimming; and, 3 – Run Bag for the run gear.  There were two transition areas, a Swim-Bike one and Bike-Run.  This was my first experience with separate transition areas.  They also had “clean transitions” meaning all of your stuff had to fit and be placed in the bag or it would be hauled off to trash.  Sleep eluded me that night, but I wasn’t really expecting to sleep anyway.  Besides, the race didn’t start until 12:00 so we had plenty of time.

Race Morning:
    We got up and enjoyed a nice breakfast.  I was surprised at how many athletes were in the lobby and did my best to eavesdrop on all of their conversations.  Ryan and I took our Run Bags down to the Bike-Run transition.  We were the first ones to drop off our bags!  It was a sign that we would be the first to finish the race! Ha! Dream on!!  Upon our arrival back at the hotel we discovered our families decked out in the cutest matching T-Shirts.  Travis and Camilla had made shirts with a triathlon logo on the front and the wording “Mommy’s Ironman Cheer Squad” and “Daddy’s Ironman Cheer Squad” on the back.  Once again, I got all emotional.  What great, supportive families we have!  We packed up and headed downtown to catch a bus up to the swim venue.  Our families were able to come with us and we turned many heads as we boarded the bus filled with mostly adult athletes.  They all smiled and commented on the cute t-shirts.  We took up at least six seats. 
    Upon arrival, Ryan and I went in to get body marked (side note – I think that’s one of the coolest things about triathlons!).   There were so many athletes!  It was amazing.  I set up my transition area and then came out to hang with the family. 


Swim:
    Promptly at 12:00 they started the swim with the professional men followed by the professional women.  My start time wasn’t until 12:35 so I stayed up on the bank and watched the pros.  We brought binoculars and as I watched the pro men approach the first buoy, one of them ran head first into the buoy.  “A pro just hit a buoy!” I cried.  I thought that was the funniest thing! Fortunately, the buoys were just blow-up ones and no harm was done.  Little did I know that a similar thing would happen to me……
    I shimmied into my wetsuit (those things are hard to get on!) and then headed down to the water.  I joined about 90 other white-capped women in my age group (30-34).  The pavement was extremely hot on my feet and I tried to hop around to keep them from getting burnt.  Ryan’s group started eight minutes behind me and I was pretty sure he would catch me during the swim or at least in transition.  We entered the water which was about 59 degrees, but it didn’t feel that cold.  The starting line was about 20 yards off-shore so we had to swim out and tread for a few minutes before the gun sounded.  I took the opportunity to have my last bathroom break while treading and then we were off.  My arms started burning as they normally do during the first 500 yards, but I just kept going.  I struggled a bit with the swim, getting into a rhythm, and swimming straight.  I could not, for the life of me stop zig-zagging through the entire swim! I tried to sight every 15 strokes or so and I knew if I sighted more than that, I would get pretty tired, but I still would end up drifting to my right every time and have to veer back to the left to stay on course.  I’m sure I swam 1.5 miles instead of 1.2!  After the first turn, I saw red caps going by me and on the second turn, a couple silver caps (Ryan’s group) passed me.  I began to think, “What are the chances that I would actually see Ryan out here on the swim?”  Lo, and behold, he swam right up next to me!  He caught me with about 500 yards to go.  When I realized it was him, I tried to tap him and get his attention, but he was in the zone.  I regret not grabbing his ankle and yanking him back, that would have been so funny!  As I swam into the finish, suddenly, WHACK!, I hit a buoy!  I didn’t even see it, just swam straight into it.  Recovering quickly, I swam around and ran up the steep incline to the wet-suit rippers.  Yep, that’s their official term.  I ran in, laid down, two guys each grabbed a side of my wetsuit, and, RIP, it was off!  Pretty cool! 
      Transition went smoothly.  I wasn’t in a big hurry and didn’t have nearly the same intensity as my Sprint Triathlons where I am trying to win, but things went well and I was able to get off nicely.  Travis was close by the fence and I was able to talk to him a little before I headed out.  On the way out, I saw Camilla and stopped to see her.  I asked if she had seen Ryan yet and she said, “No.”  I was confused because I was sure he had gone into transition before I did.  So I waited a bit and, sure enough, here he came.  He was in a hurry, though, said, “Hi” to us and then took off. 

Bike……aka The Death of Me
    Crossing the viaduct was actually pretty scary especially because there were several water bottles that had been dropped and left.  56 Miles…..quite daunting for me.  Previously, I had been able to go 40 miles so I knew another 16 would be difficult, but doable.  The winds that day were crazy!  I felt like I had a major headwind almost the entire way.  As usual, most people passed me during the bike and many times I worried I would be the last biker.  In fact, they have a cut-off time for the bike and I often wondered if I would be able to make it.  During my training rides, I was often starving so I knew I would have to pack some food to make it through.  My food of choice?  A PBJ. J  I stopped at the midway point to get more water and eat my sandwich.  Another girl stopped with me and we both joked about not making it before the cut-off time (we both did, though).  Then she and I played leap-frog the entire way back. 
     After mile 30, the bike became painful.  I could feel my legs starting to burn from the sun.  I decided to focus on five miles at a time.  When I made it to mile 45, I took a moment to celebrate being able to bike that far.  I did the same thing at mile 50 and mile 55.  By that time, my body was screaming at me to get off the bike!  It had been over four hours and I was so done! 
     I finally made it to transition and once my feet hit the dirt, my legs could barely move.  I walked my bike into transition and sat down to change my shoes when I had a very rough moment.  I honestly didn’t think I could get back up.  My head hung, my legs sunk, and my spirits weren’t far behind.  Travis yelled at me from the fence, “How you feeling?”  I couldn’t even answer because I was in tears.  But I told myself I have to at least try the run portion.  My feet were numb from biking so long and forcing them in to running shoes proved to be a difficult task.  You know when something is numb how it feels ten times its normal size?  Yeah, that was the problem.  I changed my shirt, put on my running skirt, grabbed some goo and then headed out.  During this time, I noticed I had a severe sunburn on my thigh and it was starting to hurt.  The race officials offered sunscreen services and as I headed over there, a large, hairy, and sweaty man was in front of me.  The girl lathered him up and then turned to me.  I couldn’t stomach it and told her, “No thanks, I’ll do it myself”.  I put some sunscreen on and headed out of transition.

Run
    Travis told me he and the kids would be set up right outside of transition, so imagine my disappointment when I didn’t see them right away.  I started running on my lead foot and just kept running wondering where my family was!  After what seemed like forever, I finally saw them which lifted my spirits greatly.  All my kids dressed in their matching shirts were truly food for my soul.  My brother and his family were there as well and that gave me motivation to keep running.  I stopped briefly to say hi and then went on my way.  There were hundreds of runners of all abilities on that course.  I was surprised at how many were walking and passed a lot of them.  Just when I was starting to feel good about myself, I realized most of them were on their second lap while I was just starting my first.  Every mile I was greeted by awesome volunteers with water, Gatorade, Coke, and all sorts of food including cookies.  My insides were all jumbled up, but I tried a cookie once and a banana.  Other than that, I couldn’t really eat.  I tried to run and only walk through every transition to make sure I stayed hydrated.  But that quickly went by the wayside and I’m afraid I walked a lot of it.  My body was spent.
       I’m not sure I loved the format of the two laps because they make you run down the chute toward the finish line only to get agonizingly close before you have to turn around and run another six miles…..sigh.  I was happy to see my family the second time and again they gave me much needed motivation to keep going.  After I passed them, it seemed that all the runners disappeared and I was suddenly all by my lonesome self.  I ran and walked and ran and walked and just tried to keep going.  My sunburn was really painful at this time and I had to make sure to keep ice on it.  It seemed to take forever and I was grateful for the fans cheering.  There was one fan who brought his boombox and had nasty rap music blasting.  My ears hurt from all the swearing and I actually clapped my hands over my ears as I ran by.  Other fans were great, though.  There were some offering beer, others high-fived me as I went by, and more just plain cheered and helped me keep going.  I approached the finish line and saw my family down the chute.  All the kids were lined up for high-fives and I made sure to get all of them before crossing the finish.  As I crossed, I did get a little emotional at accomplishing such a feat.  But mostly I was tired, ha! 
     After the race, they were serving burgers and pizza.  I went over to get some but couldn’t stomach eating anything while Ryan wolfed down two burgers!  All I wanted at that point was a shower. 

Overall:

     This was an experience I’m glad I attempted, but it’s going to take me a long time to want to do it again!  It took me over 7 and ½ hours to complete, however, other than the wretched sunburn, my body was surprisingly fine…..no major aches and pains or injuries.  I think my ideal Half Ironman would be: 1 mile swim, 15 mile bike, and half marathon run.  I should’ve done the Boise one last year because they cut the bike short due to weather!  My favorite part was seeing my family during transitions and the run.  I love them for supporting me and being proud of me throughout this long journey.  

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