Ironman Arizona: My Experience
Me and the Mrs
mmmm... Taters and pizza!
I've read a few Ironman Arizona race reports in the past few days and they tend to all sound pretty similar… y'know, something like: "I woke up early and ate some food, and then I swam, biked, and ran some". So, I reckon I'm going to write this a tiny bit differently. I'm going to start at the end, and work my way backwards – generally – though, I reckon it might just randomly skip around!!! LOL!
In my exuberance to recreate that first bite of a cookie experience, I generally wind up eating a second one. Every time, though, that second (or third) cookie never quite tastes the same as the first. I'm sure there is some fancy psychological terminology for this type of effect. Nonetheless, as I hobbled across the finish line at IMAZ in just under eleven hours and thirty-five minutes, this particular triathlon experience wasn't quite the same as my first long-ish course tri experience… It was kind of like the first bite of that _second_ chocolate chip cookie…
Don't get me wrong, I don't mean to sound as if this was no big deal – y'know, finishing an Ironman has been known to change lives and prove that everyday folk can do more than they think possible. It's an inspirational event to be sure.
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The bike was pretty boring, to be honest. I think there are three things that I hold onto from this portion:
- I was well hydrated!
- Am I going too fast?
- Sore Throat
Sore throat: my vocal chords got a bit tired chiming out "on your left". I kind of felt like I was back in the 80's playing Defender in an arcade. For the most part, folks did a nice job (from my perspective) of staying to the right side of the road. I did see a few packs out there, where I had to sit up and even grab a fistful of brake a time or two in order to navigate through the mayhem. I'm not saying these folks were illegally drafting out there, but I am saying I had to navigate through some packs that did cause me to elevate my power for a minute or so after grabbing a fistful of brake.
Uneventful bike – I think that's how it should be?
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After flopping around in my wetsuit for more than an hour and fifteen minutes (using what can be best described as a swim stroke that looks like a spastic monkey humping a football) I passed under the Mill Street Bridge and sighted onto the final red buoy. Once I make that sucker, I told myself, it's home free! With my head underwater, I actually let out a big yelp of joy – yeah! I'm gonna make it through this swim. I sure hope no one heard that – sound doesn't travel far underwater, does it?? :-)
I sat on the first step of the steel grate that marked the exit of the swim and for the first time in the race looked at my Timex watch -> I went way faster than I expected based on swimming laps in the pool. A great way for me to start the day! I felt good about myself at that moment – it was one of those rare times I've allowed myself such self aggrandization - but it felt right at the time.
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Swimming in open water is not like swimming in a pool. In my preparation, my swims had been pretty sucky. Starting at about 14 wks out from the event, I spent three days a week in the pool working on nothing but technique/drills. In those first swims, I could barely last twenty minutes before my arms gave out.
For the drills, I used a DVD that Roch Frey from multisports.com made for guidance. They helped! As I transitioned into making sure I could swim the entire distance I would do great for the first 45 minutes, but then would suffer from these hideous calf/foot cramps. I was pretty freaked out, since I never was able to conquer these – I always had it happen to me, including my last 4000yd swim 9 days out from the day I toe'd the line.
In the pool, I finally managed to cope with the deal, simply by dragging my feet and letting the sensation pass – I'm sure I got plenty of looks from the fast swimmers in the lane next to me, though! I'm pretty sure that these cramps were brought on by pushing off the wall in the pool, cuz, on race day, I never had any issues. What a relief!
Never in the swim did I get into a groove, or feel comfortable like I did in the pool. While in the pool, I could settle into a rhythm and bilaterally breathe every third stroke. All was good. On race day, there always seemed to be some person hammering on me, or zig-zagging in front of me (it's not possible that an accomplished swimmer like me was the one zig-zaggin! ;-) ), such that I couldn't settle down. I was pretty much a mess, but kept on moving forward.
I'd never really done a mass start triathlon before with 2000+ starters. The three tri's I had under my belt were all wave starts, so they were pretty tame. For this race, I seeded myself at the back and basically did the "water polo" swim for the first ten minutes. The key for me was to not panic – I told myself that I've got this big life preserver stuck to me, and things will be alright if I just keep on movin'. It all worked out.
Just prior to the swim start.
Thirty minutes till the start, I mosy'd over to where my wife, Selene, was standing, dropped off my gear bag, and got a big ol' smooch (I think she tried to slip me some tongue!) and words of encouragement.
Fifteen minutes prior to the age grouper start, I stood crammed next to a bunch of strangers all geared up in their black wetsuits and pale blue or hot pink swimcaps. I was a rookie at this distance, I didn't really know what to expect on the day or during the mass start swim, but I was calm and confident in "runnin' what I brung".
I had no nerves, or butterflies in my stomach. I was at peace with the situation.
At 6:55 AM or so, I jumped into Tempe Town Lake and cruised up to the start line.
I tread some water for a minute or so positioning myself in the middle of the course. I was full of hope, and pride for making it this far uninjured and healthy. I had a big smile on my face. I was thankful for the opportunity that this day would present me – an opportunity to explore my limits once again in a seemingly new way.
The starting cannon went off.
I put my head down, took my first swim stroke, and whispered on the inside: "You can do this".
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2 Comments:
Very impressive Kraig! Congrats.
Thanks Marco!
Long day - but didn't suck as bad as doing devil's punchbowl, to be honest! ;-)
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