Prologue
In August 2011 I finished my first Ironman, Ironman
Louisville. The race absolutely broke me, but it was my first Ironman and I was
truly happy I finished (finished in 14:17). After that I said to myself “I
really think I can finish that race in under 14 hours”. In 2012 I took the year
off 140.6 to focus on the 70.3 distance and I had a great race year. In 2013 I
decided to go back to Louisville in pursuit of sub 14.
My intentions were there and I trained hard, but I was still living in coastal
Georgia, a very flat area, Louisville is a hilly bike course. Once again, I
trained hard with what I had. I did hill repeats on overpass bridges. I ran in
the heat of day, I started working with a swim coach. I had a bad day at
Florida 70.3 but put it behind me in preparation for Ironman Louisville. I
showed up to the start line in Louisville trained and ready for a sub 14. The
day did not go as planned; I had issues from the start of the race. I started
the run absolutely annihilated and by mile 2 I was walking. I was crushed, I
knew sub 14 was out the window and since I was dry heaving at this point, I
would be lucky just to finish. I finished in 14:16 and I was devastated. I
worked so hard, I wanted that sub 14. I felt I did everything right and I still
crumbled. I went home feeling absolutely defeated. I told myself I was done
with this race, next Ironman I do will be a different course.
In January 2014 I ran my first 50k. I had not planned 2014 in terms of big
races yet, I was going to choose my long distance triathlons after the 50k. At
this point I didn’t know if I wanted to try another Ironman or focus on 70.3
again. I finished the 50k in 5:09 and place 2nd female. With the 50k
over and done with I began planning my 2014 tri season. Little did I know my
season, and my life, was about to change. On January 17th 2014 I
woke up at 2 a.m. in excruciating abdominal pain. Joel rushed me to the
hospital where we learned I had a hole in my small intestine, and I was dying.
During the 50k, I had become so dehydration an ulcer in my small intestine
ruptured and fluid, food, air, and blood had been leaking into my body cavity
for almost a week. I went into surgery right away where the hole was repair and
my body cavity was cleaned out as much as possible. Antibiotics would do the
rest. My life was saved.
I spent the next 4 days in the hospital. Initially I was told I will never be
able to do anything more than a sprint triathlon for the rest of my life. A few
days later I was told I could go back to long distance, I would just have to
stay on top of hydration. That was an answer I could accept. I honestly didn’t
know when I would see 140.6 again. After I recovered, I slowly went back to
training. 2014’s tri season was all sprints and one Olympic. I had registered
for Augusta 70.3 in late September, but once again my world was about to be
turned upside down.
In mid June 2014, while he was away as a service school, Joel notified me that
we were moving, soon. We had to be in Northeast Kansas at the beginning of
September, only 3 weeks before Augusta 70.3. At this point Augusta 70.3 was out
the window and I was devastated, not to mention being out $375 for a race I
wouldn’t be doing. I tried hard to stay positive but I was mad and upset. In
September 2014 I left my friends and my wonderful running and tri community,
not to mention nice weather you can train outside year round in, for the
Midwest.
Upon arriving to Kansas and realizing just how hilly it is, I had the thought
that after training here I could probably do well at Ironman Louisville. The
terrain was similar, rolling hills. Around this time Ironman announced that
Ironman Louisville would be moved from August to October, causing the brutal
August heat to not be a factor in the race anymore. Shortly before this time I
was given a spot on the Swim Bike Mom Ambassador Team for 2015, and several of
my new teammates were registered for Ironman Louisville. With my new training
environment, and the race being moved to October, I got the spark back that I
could finish Ironman Louisville in under 14 hours. I told Joel all this, his
response was “register for it”. So that was that, I would return to Louisville
for a third time in pursuit of the sub 14.
The Build Up
After a rough winter (SNOW!!!!) where I was forced to do a
lot of indoor training, it was time to put in the hours for Ironman Louisville.
My first Ironman I focused on running, my second I focused on swimming. This
time I was focusing on cycling. After all, it is the largest percent of an
Ironman race. I put in a lot of time and miles on the bike on the road. I
didn’t put a lot of time on the trainer. I needed time on the hills if I wanted
to adapt and be able to run off the bike at Louisville. I admit, I didn’t swim
as much as I should have, some weeks I only had one swim. My longest run was 15 miles. A month before
race day I sliced my ankle open with my chain ring while out on a training
ride, so not only did I not get my mileage that day, but I lost a week of
swimming because of the stitches. I ended up with two 85 mile rides and one 101
mile ride, all with lots and lots of climbing.
Since I’m getting older and have a few years into this
triathlon thing, I did core work at the gym one day a week to keep injuries at
bay. I managed to stay injury free the whole Ironman training cycling. I
trained solo the whole cycle as well, not by choice. I haven’t managed to meet
any training partners here.
In July I had a good 70.3 race at
Muncie. This gave me confidence going into
Ironman Louisville. I did a few fun sprint triathlons to keep myself from
getting burnt out on training.
11 days before race day, Joel and I celebrated our 10 year
anniversary. Wanting to save our money for the Ironman Louisville trip, we kept
it simple. We went to the spot at the lake where we got married and exchanged
hand written love letters. I carried those words in Joel’s letter in my heart
to the Ironman Louisville course.
We arrived in Louisville the Thursday before the race. In
the days leading up to the race I got the chance to go to lunch with some of my
teammates, go to the YMCA with my friend Nikky that lives in Louisville, and have
coffee with some tri buddies. I was feeling ready as ever.
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| At athlete check-in |
Race Day
After the buildup of having to be in Louisville days before
the race, I finally woke up at 3 a.m. on race day. I had been eerily calm in
the days leading up to the race. Now I was feeling nervous. I had a good feeling
about the day but I knew anything could happen. As I sat drinking my coffee I
went over my race plan in my head again. Joel and I had a plan to get me toward
the front of the swim start line. I have been at the back and the front of this
line, and I prefer the front. Not because I was worried about meeting the time cut
off, but because I like to be surround by a large crowd on the run to stay
motivated. Not to mention I don’t burn a lot of nervous energy when I get in
the water right away. Joel dropped me off near the line to get into transition.
When it opened at 5:15 a.m. I quickly pumped my tires, put my bottles on my
bike, and turned in my special needs bags. I left transition to look for Joel
on the street. He had been circling the block waiting for me. I hopped in the
car and he drove me to the swim start. Arriving close to the swim start I
wasn’t the only one with this plan. There were several athletes jumping out of
cars and heading to body marking. After
getting body mark I joined the swim start line. Just like in 2013, I was
probably somewhere between 50-70th person in line. Already a good
start to the day.
Joel parked and joined me for the long wait for the race to
start. I was getting really nervous now. I was so nervous I couldn’t eat my pre
race breakfast of a Monster Java Light and Clif Bar. I knew when my feet hit
that water, I would be going all day long. It was cold, in the 40. After about
an hour and a half I put my wetsuit on, the water temperature in the Ohio River
was 69 degrees. So many thoughts rushing through my head at this point, all
jumbled. My disappointing race in 2013, nearly dying last year, moving to
Kansas, my love for Joel, Loraine’s mother who had passed away only a month
prior, my girls at home with Joel’s mom, all the training time I put into this.
All these thoughts were flashing through my mind as if someone was rapidly
pushing the button on a projector. A bugle player played “My Old Kentucky Home”
near the swim start dock and then the National Anthem. The start cannon went
off. The line was starting to move. I kissed Joel goodbye and he gave me good
luck wishes. I said good luck to those around me. I put my goggles on my eyes
and marched down the dock like a MMA fighter entering the arena. This was my
day.
The Swim
I hit the timing mat on the dock and jumped in, my race had started. I hurried
to get away from the dock to keep someone from jumping off it and landing on
me. I had learned a lot about open water swimming since the last Ironman. I
stayed calm and went slow instead of being frantic. Wearing a wetsuit meant I
didn’t need to kick as much. Its no secret I don’t enjoy the swim, I tolerate
it as it is part of Ironman. But I will say, after the swim nearly being
cancelled this year, I was happy to be in the water actually getting a swim and
getting the full 140.6. I made it to the turn buoy not feeling as worn out as
in the previous two times, but I still had a long way to go. I was keeping a
steady pace throughout the swim. After all the efforts to flush the algae out
of the river I was surprised there was no current, I would have figured they
would have opened up the dam, but I’m no biologist. Every ten minutes or so I
would glance at my watch to see where I was at and I was making great time
(well, for me). At 1:20 I saw by my watch we had already surpassed the 2.4 mile
point and we still had a ways to go to the swim exit. Oh well, everyone had to do it so I just kept
swimming, really tired of swimming at this point and I was anxious to get on my
bike. Finally I passed the last swim buoy and made my way to the swim exit
stairs where a volunteer in a wetsuit extended his hand to guide me to the
steps. I climbed out of the water and hit the timing mat. Swim time was 1:26:56,
a 2 minute PR for this swim
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| Finished with the swim |
T1
Unzipped the wetsuit and got the shoulders off and went to a
wetsuit stripper who pulled it right off. Headed to transition to get ready for
the bike. A volunteer handed me my bike
gear bag and at that moment I saw one of my teammates volunteering, I gave her
a quick hug (covered in Ohio River yucky-ness) and headed into the changing
tent. It was a sea of humanity. Being a slower swimmer at the front of the line
the tent was very crowded at this point. Women from the front of the line who
were slow swimmers like me, and all the good and average swimmers who were in
line behind me were in the tent right now. An older woman came in holding her
bag looking around frantically for a chair; I got her attention, and patted the
empty chair next to mine. She thanked me for looking out. It was in the low 50s at this point. Since it
would warm up at the halfway point of the bike, I decided I would just go with
a fleece headband, arm warmers, and toe warmers and just be cold for awhile.
The pockets in my tri suit weren’t very big and whatever you take out on the
course with you, you have to carry it. These few items I wore to stay warm
would easily fit once I needed to take them off. For this race I decided to use
my road helmet instead of my race day aero helmet. I made this choice because
after doing this race twice, I knew I would realistically only be in the
aerobars roughly 50% of the ride so any time savings would be diminished. For
this reason I went with the comfort of the road helmet. I didn’t wear socks
because of the time it would take for me feet to dry completely. After leaving
the tent I made a porta potty stop and got sunscreened up before grabbing my
bike. I was ready to ride. Hit the timing mat and then the mount line. I could
hear Joel cheering for me. T1 time was 13:34
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| Ready to ride |
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Starting the bike
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The Bike
I was anxious for the bike. This would be my first time
doing this bike course being hill trained. The first 10 miles are flat. Many
have a tendency to hammer this section as the adrenaline is pumping from
getting out of the swim. I did that my first time in Louisville. Once the hills
start at mile 10 they don’t let up until mile 102 when its flat again. The
first 10 mile stretch I got comfortable and spun, going about 18 mph. I was
cold but I could still feel my finger and toes. Around mile 14 I ate 2 Clif
Shot Blocs, but while chewing I bit the inside of my mouth twice hard and had a
bloody mouth. Interesting start to the bike. Once again the out and back
section terrified me. Screaming downhills with riders flying down at 50+ mph.
Only this time the climbs didn’t kill me. Twice before these hills zapped my
legs early in the ride. I got up them and thought “what I ride at home is worse
than this”. We had to make a U turn and I was overly cautious as that’s how I
fell and ripped my ankle open a month ago. After we hit the timing mat at mile
22 we hit our first aid station. I refilled my water and grabbed a banana and
ate it quickly before going down another screaming downhill.
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| On the bike |
A long, somewhat steep climb was waiting for us. I got up it and was relieved
that this out and back section was almost over, it’s the worst part of the bike
course in my opinion. After this it was rollers lots of them, up and down. The
way I felt at this year’s race during the bike was so dramatically different
than how I felt my first two times here. I could handle it, the hills weren’t
killing me. I didn’t want to cry, I felt adapted, like I was back home in
Kansas on a ride, riding the same terrain I ride every day. I was going to be
able to run, I just knew it. I had never ran past mile 2 here before, that’s
when the race always turned into a death march, but today would be different.
At mile 36 at the aid station I had to make a choice. I had to pee really bad
(I can’t pee while riding a bike, I just can’t) as I had been hydrating like
crazy, but doing so would eat into my bike split. I decided to go pee, comfort
is important in a 112 mile bike ride. Visited the porta potty and felt worlds
better. For some reason going pee gave me a boost and I was able to put more power
to the pedals, but careful not to blow up my legs. I went into the small ring
for the hills and got up and over them, one at a time. Around mile 40 the bike
course rode through the spectator area at LaGrange but I didn’t see Joel and
Nikky. Turns out they were out there, they saw me but I didn’t see them.
I had been occasionally eating shot blocs but felt the need for something
solid. At the next aid station I grabbed a Clif Bar and a Banana. I wanted to
set myself up for a good run, so throughout the bike I consumed as much
calories as I could without overloading myself. I drank the on course Gatorade
for electrolytes, much better than the Perform drink they used previously. I
was having a good ride. I hit the halfway point of the ride still feeling good
looking forward to special needs as I had a Starbucks espresso shot in a can in
my special needs bag. Made it to special needs at mile 65, a volunteer was
standing there with my special needs bag opened up. I grabbed the payday bar
and put it in my tri suit pocket for later. I grabbed the Starbucks espresso
shot, opened it, and chugged it. The volunteered laughed and said that’s a
first for today, I laughed and told her its my secret weapon. I had a can of spray sunscreen in there too
and she sprayed my back, neck, and shoulders for me. I thanked her for all her
help and before heading back out on to the bike course I joined the porta potty
line. I knew if I went now I could probably get through the rest of the bike
without going again, if I didn’t I would have to stop again later down the
road. Since I had already stopped for special needs I figured it would be
better just to go now. My first 2 Ironmans here I didn’t drink enough so I
wouldn’t have to make potty stops, which I payed for on the run. I felt super
hydrated at this point a little over halfway through the bike. My legs still
felt good, I already had a feeling I would be able to run.
After the potty stop I got back on my bike to finish the ride. Once again going
potty gave me a boost and I could put good power to the pedals again, not to
mention the shot of espresso. I knew we would soon be rolling through LaGrange
again and I hoped I would see Joel and Nikky. I ate half of my Payday bar
around mile 68. I had been gradually eating the Shot Blocs I had brought with
me. I felt I was doing good with nutrition. Hydration too, I never felt thirsty
on the bike. The course rolled back into LaGrange to start the second LaGrange
loop. I rolled through the spectator lined road looking for my people. I didn’t
see them and the crowd of people was thinning out. Just as I was starting to
get bummed they weren’t able to get out here, I saw them! They had set up about
30 feet from the end of the big crowd. Joel, Nikky, and some of my teammates who
had made the trip to Louisville to support those of us doing the race. They
were in their team kits and tutus. It was so great to see them. I gave them
smiles, shouts, and fist bumps. Seeing them gave me the biggest boost of the
day. Time to get through the next 42
miles and back to transition.
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| Out at LaGrange |
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| Joel out at LaGrange |
Out of LaGrange I ate the second half of my Payday bar. Its
fairly calorie dense so I told myself water and Gatorade only for the next hour
to give my body a chance to process it. More hills, up and down, I made sure
not to let my heart rate spike too much. I don’t wear a heart rate monitor, but
I can tell if I am pushing too hard while climbing. I was encouraging the
people around me, but several of the women seemed cranky. I didn’t take it
personal. I was riding far on the right side of the road, almost touching the
white line, and a woman yelled at me to get over. I wasn’t sure where she
wanted me to go, if I got over any more I would be on the rumble strip. Finally
the sign came into view, straight to finish, left for second lap. It was a nice
feeling to go straight knowing the bike was almost over, and I still felt good.
Yes, I was tired, but I still had plenty left in the tank.
Mile 90 came and went, I told myself “ok, only 12 more miles of hills, then its
all flat”. As much as I wanted to hammer up the hills in the big ring these
last few miles, I had to remind myself that I made it this far without blowing
up or having a meltdown, stay patient. I took this time to load up on my
remaining fluid to set myself up for the beginning of the run. Got up and over
the last hill and smiled knowing the bike course didn’t destroy me this time.
Rode the 10 miles on River Road back to transition between 17-18 mph, still
fighting the urge to hammer. Approaching transition I could hear the music, I
was getting excited. I was right where I hoped to be time wise. I felt like I
would be able to run but was still apprehensive given my history. At the mount
line I unclipped, dismount the bike on wobbly legs, and walked my bike over the
timing mat. Bike time was 6:51:08
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| Finished with the bike |
T2
Walking down the path to T2 my legs felt tired and wobbly.
After all, I did spend almost 7 hours riding a bike. A volunteer took my bike
and I was able to pick up a bit of a jog (tough in cycling shoes) to where the
run gear bags were. A volunteer handed me my run gear bag and I headed back
into the changing tent. A sea of humanity again. Lots of women who only had a
marathon to go on their way to becoming an Ironman. The tent wasn’t nearly as
crowded at this point. A woman named Chris grabbed my bag for me and dumped it
out to help me prepare for the run. She got my shoes and socks ready, grabbed
me some pretzels and water, and put my bike gear into the bag. She truly was my
T2 angel. After she saw me put anti chafe under my bra line, she suggested
putting some on the bottom of my upper arms. Later on in the run I wish I could
have hugged her for suggesting this. In the tent I didn’t even think about it,
but when she suggested it I had flashbacks of Muncie 70.3 where I rubbed my
under arms raw on the run. Put the anti chafe on my under arms, put on my shoes
and socks, ate some pretzels (so yummy at this point), drank some water, put my
running hat on, snapped on my race belt, thanked Chris and gave her a hug, and
left the tent. Made a potty stop before getting suncreened up for the last
time. Walked/jogged to the timing mat that started to run. Hit the mat and
started the run. Run and done, just a marathon to go. T2 time was 11:54
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| In T2 |
The Run
Out of T2 the first .20 of the run was spectator lined. I
couldn’t help but to smile. All these people, most of them here to support just
one athlete, are cheering on every person starting the run. I spotted Joel on
the left side of the road; I wasn’t just going to smile and wave this time. I
stopped to give him a hug and a kiss. He said “I love you” I said it back, and
continued onto the run. I’m a fan of Newton running shoes. A few months prior I
had switched from the Gravity III model to the more forgiving Fate. In training
I loved them for long distance, and I developed a strategy for this Ironman
run. The rubber lugs on my shoes allowed me to bounce, and in training I
learned that if I did this sort of bouncing running style, I can run for a
really long period of time around a 9:30-10 minute per mile pace. I knew if I
could hold this for at least half the run I could get that sub 14. I was
excited so it was tough, I kept yelling at myself in my head to slow down. My
plan was to walk through all the aid stations, and to run to the next one. I
broke the run down in my head 1 mile at a time. Made it to the mile 1 timing
mat in 9:55, right on pace. At the next aid station I ate some pretzels and
drank some water. Solid food tasted so good right now. After walking the aid
stations, I would start a slow gradual bounce into a run as opposed to taking
off. So far it was working. I made it to mile 3 surprised I was still running. I
was feeling surprisingly good, but I was on guard as feelings during an Ironman
can change fast. Heading out to the lap one turn-around there were 2 large dips
in the road. I ran up and down both inclines but made a mental not that on the
way back, and on lap 2, to walk up the inclines to save energy. Other than the
2 dips the run was flat.
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| Hey Joel, give me a kiss! |
At the lap 1 turn-around there was a timing mat for mile 7.3. I was still
maintaining an under 10 minute pace, and surprised I was still running. To keep
my mind off the pain I smiled at all the spectators, thanked the police
officers keeping us safe, and encouraged my fellow competitors. I was feeling
good for being on an Ironman run, but I was still hurting. Kind of hard to
explain. I knew I felt much worse at this point in my first 2 Ironmans here. I
was drinking 2-3 cups of water at every aid station, and 1 cup of Gatorade. I
ate a few Shot Blocs occasionally. I felt like I hit my nutrition perfectly on
the bike because my stomach felt fine at this point and I didn’t feel hungry. I
was at mile 10 and I couldn’t believe I was still running, I was really
surprising myself. I was hurting but the pain was manageable, I wanted that sub
14 so bad. It was in the low 70s and I
didn’t feel the need to dump water on myself or grab any of the cold sponges,
so my feet stayed nice and dry and blister free. I wore my one piece tri suit
so I wouldn’t waste all that energy constantly adjusting my clothes, and I
could tell a big different. Typically, if I am wearing a 2 piece tri kit, I
have to adjust my clothes 8-10 times a mile, in an Ironman that adds up to a
lot of wasted energy. The extra time at the potty stops was worth it to not
waste all that energy during the actual run.
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| Out on the run |
At the half marathon point I glanced at my watch and saw I
ran the first half in 2:15. I told myself if I can manage to not blow up or
have a meltdown I may be able to run this marathon under 5 hours. Only a half
marathon to go. Ran into the downtown area and saw Joel, gave him another kiss,
and then saw my teammates cheering for me. I gave then lots of smiles and told
them I felt pretty good. I came upon the sign that says “straight to finish,
right to 2
nd lap”. This sign pumped me up as I could see the finish
line up ahead, but I had to turn right and just run a half marathon and then it
would be my turn. At special needs I stopped briefly to grab my can of Monster
Java Light. For a split second I didn’t know what to do. Special needs is just
special needs, its not an aid station and there are no trash cans. I had a plan
for special needs, but I honestly didn’t think I’d still be running at this
point on the run. I had planned on
walking with my can of Monster and sipping it, but since I was still running I
didn’t want to break the momentum. I grabbed my can of Monster in my left hand
and ran with it all the way to the next aid station. At the aid station I
popped it open and chugged half of it and threw it away, and then got in the
potty line. I was staying hydrated and had to pee. After getting out of the
porta potty I took off again to the next aid station down the road.
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Halfway point of the run
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I slowed my pace down a bit, I wasn’t cramping but my legs
were aching, Ironman is a long day. At the 2 dips I walked up the inclines and
kept on running after them. The volunteers at all the aid stations were amazing
and encouraging. As this was my last lap I made sure to thank all the
volunteers. At the mile 15 aid station I ate a Clif Bar to have something solid
for the last few miles. At the mile 17 aid station I drank some coke which my
stomach didn’t like, I ate some pretzels after that to combat it. I was taking
in a lot of fluid at all the aid stations.
Hit the lap 2 turn-around, which is mile 20, feeling a bit loopy but
relieved the race was almost over and I was still running. It was getting dark
outside, and with a 10k to go and still running I got the chance to think about
a lot of things. It was the projector effect I experienced before the swim. I
was on triathlon mode on my Garmin 920xt, I pressed the button to see my total
race time and saw that unless I had a total meltdown and stopped moving, I was
safe for sub 14 hours. Mile 23, about a 5k to go. When I got to the mile 23 aid
station, I decided to take in water only at this point. At mile 24 I was a few
minutes into 13 hours. My hamstrings started to seize, so I took a longer walk
break after leaving the aid station to rub them out a bit. At mile 25 I was exhausted,
but 1 mile to go. I drank some water, and just went. I was hurting bad. I told
myself don’t stop until you cross the finish line.
I could see downtown up ahead. This was my day; I couldn’t
believe I pretty much ran the whole marathon. I was going to do it, I was going
to finish well under 14 hours. I turned the last corner and started shaking and
crying, yelling out loud “I did it! I did it!”. Four years of work, all came
down to these few seconds in time. I followed the arrows “to finish line” and I
lost it. Tear streaming down my face, at this point I didn’t care what my
finish line pictures looked like, I achieved my goal that was so important to
me, that meant so much, that I worked so hard toward. As I approached the
finish line, I started yelling and shouting and pumping my fists, along with
the tears. I cross the finish line and landed in the arms of two of my
teammates, who were volunteering as finish line catchers. One of them donned a
finisher’s medal around my neck. Run time was 4:43:14
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| Shouting and fist pumping, my moment |
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| 4 years of work summed up into a few seconds of time |
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| I did it |
I was a crying, wobbly, blubbering mess talking to my two teammates. Tears down
my face I told them “I finally did sub 14!” They shared my happiness after
seeing how much it meant to me. Joel was waiting at the finish line exit gate
for me. As soon as we made eye contact he shouted “13:26!” I said “what?!” I
couldn’t believe the time he said, he said it again and I lost it. Sub 13:30. I
was in shock. I cried in his shoulder. I got a long hug from Nikky who told me
how proud she was, she also know how much this meant to me, especially after
seeing me fall short in 2013. After I got some chocolate milk, a massage, and
chatted with some friends and buddies, it was time to go back to our hotel on
the outskirts of town. I said a “see you later” to Nikky and took one last look
at Fourth Street. Such an electric place on Ironman day. This was my third time
crossing the finish line on Fourth Street, but it still captivated me. This
place will always hold a special meaning in my heart. I finally got my sub 14,
I know it will be awhile before I see this place again. I can now move on to a
different Ironman course. I got my sub 14 I always felt I was capable of.
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| Can't describe how happy I am |
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| On Fourth Street |
I am still riding the high from race day. Instead of thinking about what’s
next, I’m going to take a few days to appreciate what I did on Sunday.
Finishing time was 13:26:46
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| See you next time Nikky! |
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| Me and Joel on Fourth Street |
