I could write a book about this experience. I will try to keep it short enough so that people outside of my immediate family may still be interested in reading this.
Core stats:
Swim (2.4 miles): 1:18:01 (2:03/100m)
T1: 8:20
Bike: (112 miles): 6:25:44 (17.42mph)
T2: 4:10
Run (26.2 miles): 5:25:09 (12:24/mile)
Total: 13:21:20
Thursday:
Travel day. I did a short workout in the morning, and got on the plane to Chicago in the afternoon. I was not charged for my bike case, which saved me $175! (Nice!)
The flight was uneventful, and my mom picked me up at O’Hare and took me home to Aurora, where I spent the night.
Friday:
Mom and I drove up to Madison. I registered, picked up my transition bags, went on a small adventure to pick up some equipment that I couldn’t bring with me on the plane (had to go to a bike shop in town), got some lunch and checked in to the hotel. We stayed at the Grandstay Residential Suites, an extended stay hotel. Our room had two double beds, a pull-out couch and a full kitchen (which was great for preparing pre-race meals)!
At the hotel, I assembled my bike (which was undamaged in flight), put together the bags containing all of the stuff I’ll need in the two transition areas (swim-to-bike and bike-to-run), took a nap and sat in the pool’s hot tub for a while.
Later that evening, I went to the athlete meeting back at the race site. All of the athletes looked fit, ready and anxious.
I also met up with my friend Jeff, who was also doing his first Ironman! We traded stories about how awesome we are and how we were just ready to get going.
Saturday:
I got up early, and Dad (who had arrived late last night with my younger brother Sterling) and I went to the race site to get in one last workout. I did a short swim on the race course, followed by a short bike and run. About 60 total minutes of working out.
I dropped off my transition bags and headed back to the hotel. Mom and Dad picked Lana up from the Madison airport, and then we all headed out to see my Mom’s cousin who lives in a Madison suburb.
After having a nice early dinner with her family, we returned to the hotel for a quiet evening. I managed to get a decent amount of sleep considering it was the night before the big race. Taking some Benadryl helped immensely.
Sunday (race day):
I was up just after 4am. I finished putting together my “special needs” bags, which are bags of clothes/nutrition/spare equipment/etc that are available halfway through each of the bike and run courses. Dad was up early as well and took me to the race site. We arrived shortly after 5am and got a nice parking spot.
I dropped off my special needs bags, pumped my tires, did a bunch of last minute preparations, used the bathroom several times and put on my wetsuit. I was ready.
I met up with my Dad, who had gotten a nice spot to watch the swim start right on one of the helixes at the Terrace, and then made my way toward the swim start.
There were so many people! It was organized chaos. 2300 athletes, with 3-4 spectators per athlete, made for difficulty moving around the Terrace to get to the swim start. However, I managed to get in the water with about 10 minutes to spare.
The pros went off at 6:50am, as I was getting into position. I treaded water for a while and tried to relax. I found a nice spot toward the front, but well off to the side, for the swim start.
As I waited, I got a bit emotional about what I was going to do today, but then the clock showed 6:59 and it was time to focus. The clock turned over to 7am and we were off!
Swim (2.4 miles): 1:18:01 (2:03/100m)
With 2300 athletes starting the race, there was absolutely no clear water for the first 30 minutes of the two-loop swim. Fortunately, there was no excessive contact at any point duringthe swim. I think everyone in the water knew that we were in this race for the long haul, and it wasn’t worth it to try and get worked up on the swim.
I managed to get into a decent rhythm starting toward the end of the first loop. I was breathing away from the sun and generally doing well. I concentrated on putting out a really low effort level and simply cruising through the swim. When I got out of the water in 1:18, a slow but acceptable time, I knew I had done just that.
T1: 8:20
Upon exiting the water, I got my wetsuit “stripped” off by a kind volunteer and ran up a parking garage helix to reach the top of the Terrace.
I ran inside one of the convention rooms, grabbed my transition bag, put on my helmet and sunglasses, grabbed my shoes and headed out. I stopped to get some sunscreen and use the toilet, and then ran to my bike, where a volunteer held it while I put my bike shoes on.
All in all, it was a long transition, but smooth and with no problems.
Bike: (112 miles): 6:25:44 (17.42mph)
Getting on the bike, I felt AWESOME. I felt strong, rested and relaxed. The first few miles were a clusterf**k so I just pedaled along and let the big testosterone men pass me. I took it super easy heading out to Verona, and got started with my nutrition.
Once I hit the start of the 40 mile loop (16 miles into the bike), things settled down a bit and I had a chance to hunker down into my aero position. I felt good. I kept my cadence and effort very low. I was averaging about 18mph at this pace, on target for a bike of just over 6 hours. I was getting passed a lot, mostly on the climbs, but used my good aero position to make up a bit of ground on the flats and downhills.
The first little testers were the hills on the top of the loop–Old Sauk, Timber Lane and Midtown Road. I started to feel it just a bit after taking these hills, but I was still feeling great.
I completed the first 56 miles in about 3:07, a conservative pace for me. I grabbed my second bottle of nutrition from my special needs bag (along with a Snickers bar) and settled in again.
By the time I hit the hills again, I was starting to tire. My nutrition was still going well, but my legs were starting to feel the fatigue of the long day. My speed dropped a bit as the wind picked up, and my second 56 miles were slower than the first by about 10 minutes.
I pulled into T2 ready to be done biking, but still with plenty of energy left for the marathon. 6:25 total time on the bike–slower than I had hoped for, but still not bad. I was confident that I’d do well on the run.
T2: 4:10
In the second transition, I put bodyglide on my feet, switched into running socks/shoes, grabbed my hat and was gone. I briefly considered staying inside the beautiful air-conditioned transition room for a while, but I decided to press on of course.
Run (26.2 miles): 5:25:09 (12:24/mile)
As I headed out onto the run course, I felt great. My legs felt strong, and I was keeping up a high cadence. My first 3 miles were all right around 10:00/mile pace. I continued to munch on stuff at every aid station, and was generally able to set aside the feelings of fatigue running through my body.
The weather was slightly warm, but the humidity was low so it was manageable. I stuffed ice in my hat at every aid station, and dumped water on myself at every opportunity.
The course was great. Very entertaining, with spectators all over the course. There were a few hills, but nothing too challenging. I enjoyed getting lapped by the pro women early in my run (they were already on their second lap). We even did a lap around the University of Wisconsin football field!
At mile 5, I started to slow a bit. I took a short bathroom break and decided to start walking the aid stations. No problem, I expected that this would happen. My mile pace started to dip into the 11:00/mile range, but I was still running at a decent pace. I hit the turnaround at mile 6.5 and continued to cruise.
Then, it happened. At mile 11, I stopped to try and stretch my legs a bit. As I stretched, my entire leg cramped up. It was the worst pain I’ve ever experienced while in an athletic event. If I wasn’t holding onto a dumpster I would have fallen over.
With the help of a kind volunteer, I took a moment to regain my composure and control over my body. I was able to continue, but physically and mentally I was not the same. My legs had simply lost the strength to continue the running motion. I was still cramping (but not as badly as before) and I also began to fight some side stitches.
My pace dropped significantly, and I began increasing the length of my aid station walks. By mile 14 I was walking some of the distance between aid stations. By mile 16 I was walking more than I was running.
I switched to coke, pretzels and chicken broth at the aid stations, in an effort to get more salt into my system. It helped a bit. I still couldn’t run at anything more than a “death shuffle” pace, and I was walking 2 minutes for every 1 minute of running.
Miles 18-23 were the low point in the race for me, never getting faster than 15:00/mile. During this low point, I never questioned why I was doing this or if I would finish the race or anything like that. However, I was very frustrated–I really wanted to run (and felt good aerobically), but my legs wouldn’t let me.
Once I got back on the roads toward the finish, I started to regain a bit more energy. My pace quickened slightly and I regained the motivation to run. The last 1.2 miles were the fastest of the race for me as I crossed the finish line in 13:21:21, “running” a 5:25 marathon.
After the race, I got my finisher shirt and medal, and evacuated the race site as quickly as I could. My nutrition had gone well, so I didn’t need any medical attention, but I was anxious to get back to the hotel. After a shower and some brief bouts of nausea, I was out like a rock.
Reflections
- I can see the allure of these huge events. You’re never alone out on course. There’s always a spectator, volunteer or other racer to push you along. And the volunteer support was amazing! There was never any question about where I should go, what I had to do, or anything like that. Simply awesome. Thanks, volunteers.
- I fell well short of my time goal. Looking back, though, it seems that my time goal of 11:30 was unrealistic, as that would have put me in 15th place in my age group which is ridiculous. I did finish, though, and except for the run, I was able to follow my pacing and nutrition plan reasonably well.
- I am absolutely doing another Ironman in the future. I’m hooked. This was an incredible experience in every way. However, I have a lot to work on. In particular, I need to do more long (100+ mile) rides and dramatically increase my running volume. I simply didn’t have the strength to run the full 26 miles, so that’s what I need to work toward. I plan on purchasing a powermeter, so I can pace the bike leg with zero guesswork and arrive at the run start in optimal condition.
- Lastly, to everyone who came to the race or offered their support, kind words or congratulations to me during this whole experience, thank you. I was thinking of all of you at some point during the race. You are awesome.