After two sprint triathlons, I was beginning to get a sense of what triathlons were all about--until I showed up for Lake Stevens Ironman 70.3. It was a bit surreal. In a society known for large super sized waistlines, I suddenly found myself in the mist of all of these slender, lean, and super fit folks. Everyone looked a bit alike, short hair outfitted in high-tech clothing. I thought I finally found the lost super race. At one point in my sleepless daze, I thought I saw Superman and Wonder Woman chatting about the T1 transition strategy. It might have been real. Not sure.
It was a beautiful day--cool and sunny. I had planned for plenty of time to prepare my transition and warm-up, but I didn’t factor in such things as the 30 minute port-o-potty line. Without missing a beat, the announcer gets on the intercom says the race is delayed by 10 minutes due to fog. It was sunny, but there was fog on the water. It was like the weather went out of its way to help me with my first half ironman (HIM). And the fog made the water seem like this serene and magical place. I jumped into the water to warm-up. The water was very murky in the swim area next to the starting dock and extremely warm; sticking your head into the water and all you get is complete darkness--a little disorienting and disconcerting. I swam for a short time until the pros were about to start. At which time I gathered myself and got ready to go as well. They are about 11 minutes before my wave, perfect time for some photo op with my wife.
After learning to swim with enthusiasm and focus last fall, I’ve completely regressed and not swimming much in the months approaching Lake Stevens, until the last couple of weeks. Swimming has been my slowest event and it’s also the only leg that I hoped to just complete and not focus on time. It was also my first in water start. I thought I would be tired from treading water before I even started swimming. The reality with my buoyant wetsuit I had to do nothing to stay afloat. Soon enough we were off and I was trying to track to the guidelines under the water used by the crew team, which also marked our swim course. I let the group go ahead and start my swim. I eventually pass a few folks that started off too hard, but the bulk of my wave was far ahead. Every few minutes a massive wave of people would pass me and I would slow down and get out of peoples way, so I don’t get batted around in the water. I swear I saw a guy with scales who didn’t take any breaths torpedo by me with a smile. It had to be Aquaman. He must have been old to be in the wave behind me. It wasn’t until we rounded the second buoy on the swim back that I started to pick up the pace and started to pass folks that just passed me, saving a little bit of time. Out of the water and into the transition.
The transition was not at all smooth. My new Garmin 310XT had not had a run-through in a race or in practice and I messed up setting it into multisport mode and out of lock mode, so I had no data going at all. I tried messing with it in my sleep deprived state and things just weren’t working. So I decided to grab my biking gear and start heading out. Time wise it wasn’t that big a deal, but I didn’t have what I needed ready.
Immediately I needed bike data and the Garmin was my only option. So I tried again on the bike, got the thing to progress to bike mode, but realize it didn’t display power. So I tired paging through menus to see if I can’t get what I needed--nothing. Finally decide to cancel the multisport mode all together and just run it like normal. Restart and what? It’s in run mode. Darn it. Cancel and change mode to bike mode and restart. Finally. I bet the other folks around me were confused as to what I was doing with my wrist. Now it’s time to settle into a good rhythm and close the gap on folks on the bike. It was still early in the morning and the first loop was going well, above 21 mph. I was flying by folks. As I was approaching the first major fast descent, there’s an ambulance at the bottom. Just got to make sure whatever happened didn't happen to me going 35+ mph. Interestingly at that particular moment, I hear a guy yelling on your left. He flew by me as though I was standing still; I swear he had an aura of flames like the Ghost Rider. The second lap was a lot more problematic. There were considerably more cars on the road. Many times I was blocked by a line of cars behind a bunch of slow riders. It was fine when it was one car, but trying to pass a bunch of cars felt dangerous. Although each time I resolved to pass, I leap frog each car and eventually passed the bikers with a trail of cars behind them. This slowed me down considerable because these were all on the fast sections. The second lap must have only been a little above 19 mph. It was disappointing because I was hoping to go faster than 21 mph. Se la vie.
T2 was for the most part uneventful, but I spent more time playing with my Garmin to get it into the correct mode before I started. I also took some Bloks for a nice caffeine boost and as it was going to be the only real calories I take for the run. My run was a bit disappointing, but I manage to meet my fallback goal of sub two hours. During the run I had to stop a few times to adjust the chip strap, which was really bothering me. At the end of the day, my ankle was scraped up and bloody. My pace was on track, 8:30, into in the beginning of the second lap, although I was being passed by everyone it seemed. I had a woman zoom by me like the Flash, it was amazing to see people run so fast. Then my hamstring started to do the muscle cramp twitch, trying to take over my effort. Several times I almost stumbled because of this. I took the pace down quite a bit to let it work its way out, but every time I try to kick it up, especially in the final few miles back to the finish line, that twitch and cramping would immediate come back. Sigh. I didn’t know how my body would handle my first 70.3 distance and it was interesting and fun finding out.
Finishing seeing my wife and friends at the finishing line was the best thing. In the end, 5:34 is something I’m happy with as a baseline. Let’s see if I can’t work out some of the cramping and catch all those Lake Stevens 70.3 super heroes.
It was a beautiful day--cool and sunny. I had planned for plenty of time to prepare my transition and warm-up, but I didn’t factor in such things as the 30 minute port-o-potty line. Without missing a beat, the announcer gets on the intercom says the race is delayed by 10 minutes due to fog. It was sunny, but there was fog on the water. It was like the weather went out of its way to help me with my first half ironman (HIM). And the fog made the water seem like this serene and magical place. I jumped into the water to warm-up. The water was very murky in the swim area next to the starting dock and extremely warm; sticking your head into the water and all you get is complete darkness--a little disorienting and disconcerting. I swam for a short time until the pros were about to start. At which time I gathered myself and got ready to go as well. They are about 11 minutes before my wave, perfect time for some photo op with my wife.
After learning to swim with enthusiasm and focus last fall, I’ve completely regressed and not swimming much in the months approaching Lake Stevens, until the last couple of weeks. Swimming has been my slowest event and it’s also the only leg that I hoped to just complete and not focus on time. It was also my first in water start. I thought I would be tired from treading water before I even started swimming. The reality with my buoyant wetsuit I had to do nothing to stay afloat. Soon enough we were off and I was trying to track to the guidelines under the water used by the crew team, which also marked our swim course. I let the group go ahead and start my swim. I eventually pass a few folks that started off too hard, but the bulk of my wave was far ahead. Every few minutes a massive wave of people would pass me and I would slow down and get out of peoples way, so I don’t get batted around in the water. I swear I saw a guy with scales who didn’t take any breaths torpedo by me with a smile. It had to be Aquaman. He must have been old to be in the wave behind me. It wasn’t until we rounded the second buoy on the swim back that I started to pick up the pace and started to pass folks that just passed me, saving a little bit of time. Out of the water and into the transition.The transition was not at all smooth. My new Garmin 310XT had not had a run-through in a race or in practice and I messed up setting it into multisport mode and out of lock mode, so I had no data going at all. I tried messing with it in my sleep deprived state and things just weren’t working. So I decided to grab my biking gear and start heading out. Time wise it wasn’t that big a deal, but I didn’t have what I needed ready.
Immediately I needed bike data and the Garmin was my only option. So I tried again on the bike, got the thing to progress to bike mode, but realize it didn’t display power. So I tired paging through menus to see if I can’t get what I needed--nothing. Finally decide to cancel the multisport mode all together and just run it like normal. Restart and what? It’s in run mode. Darn it. Cancel and change mode to bike mode and restart. Finally. I bet the other folks around me were confused as to what I was doing with my wrist. Now it’s time to settle into a good rhythm and close the gap on folks on the bike. It was still early in the morning and the first loop was going well, above 21 mph. I was flying by folks. As I was approaching the first major fast descent, there’s an ambulance at the bottom. Just got to make sure whatever happened didn't happen to me going 35+ mph. Interestingly at that particular moment, I hear a guy yelling on your left. He flew by me as though I was standing still; I swear he had an aura of flames like the Ghost Rider. The second lap was a lot more problematic. There were considerably more cars on the road. Many times I was blocked by a line of cars behind a bunch of slow riders. It was fine when it was one car, but trying to pass a bunch of cars felt dangerous. Although each time I resolved to pass, I leap frog each car and eventually passed the bikers with a trail of cars behind them. This slowed me down considerable because these were all on the fast sections. The second lap must have only been a little above 19 mph. It was disappointing because I was hoping to go faster than 21 mph. Se la vie.
T2 was for the most part uneventful, but I spent more time playing with my Garmin to get it into the correct mode before I started. I also took some Bloks for a nice caffeine boost and as it was going to be the only real calories I take for the run. My run was a bit disappointing, but I manage to meet my fallback goal of sub two hours. During the run I had to stop a few times to adjust the chip strap, which was really bothering me. At the end of the day, my ankle was scraped up and bloody. My pace was on track, 8:30, into in the beginning of the second lap, although I was being passed by everyone it seemed. I had a woman zoom by me like the Flash, it was amazing to see people run so fast. Then my hamstring started to do the muscle cramp twitch, trying to take over my effort. Several times I almost stumbled because of this. I took the pace down quite a bit to let it work its way out, but every time I try to kick it up, especially in the final few miles back to the finish line, that twitch and cramping would immediate come back. Sigh. I didn’t know how my body would handle my first 70.3 distance and it was interesting and fun finding out.Finishing seeing my wife and friends at the finishing line was the best thing. In the end, 5:34 is something I’m happy with as a baseline. Let’s see if I can’t work out some of the cramping and catch all those Lake Stevens 70.3 super heroes.
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